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
She takes a deep breath, lets it out, and then presses her finger to the doorbell. We hear the melodic sound followed by a yapping dog and a voice telling it to hush. The inevitable footsteps come and the door opens to a brunette-haired woman in her mid-thirties, dressed in a white nurse's uniform.
“Right, both sides swore to stop the overt attacks,” she says, no doubt having dug into the matter these past few weeks. “But the underlying animosity remains. God knows, the hatred between our dads has never burned brighter.”“No kidding,” I say with a derisive chuckle. “My dad’s greatest regret wa
He snorts a laugh. “So, here’s an idea, come work for Delco and donate your salary to the clinic. Live off your trust fund as you have these past few years.”Honestly, that wouldn’t be the worst idea I’ve ever heard if it weren’t for the fact that I’d be working for Delco, an Obsidian stronghold. On
“This was a huge mistake,” I say, angrier at myself than anything else. I headed for the door. “I never should’ve come.”Abigail leaps from the sofa and grabs my arm, pulling me to a stop. “Grayson, I don’t want you to go. Please stay. Please.”The pleading in those captivating eyes weakens my resol







