LOGIN“I agree with Victor. I mean, look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes. And look,” I say, pointing to the caption. “They’re planning on a Christmas wedding. Why would she announce that, if she’s planning to dump him for Grayson in a few days?. I’m afraid Mr. Bennet might be the one in
I go to the door to let him in.“Victor,” I say cheerfully, “Come in, come in,” I say embracing him and letting him kiss my cheeks.“How is little Xavi doing?”“Oh, you know, the great thing about kids is that they’re so resilient. We’re thinking about having a couple of sessions with a therapist, j
As I stare at them, I know, life doesn’t get much better than this. And I’m so unbelievably thankful to have us all safe under the same roof.The awkward moment came when we had to explain that the doctors hadn’t been able to save Mika. Our sweet boy wept for her as we held him in our arms.He’d loo
We shower together and tenderly make love to each other. Both are just so thankful to be back in each other’s arms. Too excited to sleep, I check the monitor for the hundredth time to confirm Xavi is still there. Satisfied, I turn over to find Sebastian lying on his back staring up at the ceiling.
“Right, maintain the status quo.”“Only now, I’m ready to put a fucking hole in Carson’s head. How do I know you didn’t set this whole thing up from the start to paint Carson as the villain? Maybe you want him out the picture so bad, you’re hoping I’ll take him out for you.”Grayson raises his hands
When I’m close enough, Bennet steps forward, extending a hand.“Grayson Bennet.”His handshake is firm, but not crushing like in some juvenile show of power.“Sebastian Petrosky,” I reply and sit in the seat he indicates across the table from him.“So, you attended Princeton,” I say, letting him kno
Grayson BennetIt’s 8:45 p.m. when I leave the abandoned military compound that I’d purchased and converted to the training grounds where I will build our private security force. I’ve renamed it Camp Dredfort. Some might refer to what I’m building as a private army and think it’s overkill. But we’re
And I’ve been training her well for it.Sure enough, Abby matches him blow for blow, deftly weaving and bobbing to elude his strikes while landing her own. After about a few seconds of this, she spins around and swings out her arm to bury a blade in the side of his neck.He grabs his throat and make
Sebastian Petrosky“What the hell?” I exclaim, seeing all the commotion in our front yard. I shift Madison off my lap and fasten my pants.“Oh my God,” Madison gasps as she peers out the window. “What … what’s happened?”There must be at least five police cars, two EMT vehicles, and a fire truck on
Yes, I still have to swallow my pride whenever Trip comes over for dinner or to take her out on the town for a date. After all…they’re engaged now.He proposed two weeks ago, and of course, she has accepted. I cringe inwardly every time I see that giant rock on her finger, reminding me they’re sched







