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
My mind is racing on fear and the burning desire to get some answers. “How are we going to get a DNA test kit now?”He looks off to the side. “I can have one shipped to us in a couple of hours, but they’ll need to run it against the Obsidian’s DNA bank which will alert the HL’s son. So, before we do
“Hey dad, I was—”“What the hell, Gray?” he shouts. “Have you lost your bleeding mind? Tell me this is some sick joke you’re playing on me.”“Nope, dad, I’m not,” I say succinctly. “Me and Abigail want to give it a go. And as you know,” I say quickly before he can interrupt, “the contract means she’
“Hmm,” he says groggily. “I’ll have to do a better job of wearing you out next time.”I’d laugh but I’m too wound up over Luther and what Yacine told me. “I’ve got to talk to him. This is driving me nuts.”“Okay, I understand,” he says as he gets out of bed. “Why don’t I make us some coffee and we’l
“She’s telling you the truth, I don’t have a clue what’s going on,” he says spewing venom. “But I swear to God, if you harm a hair on Abby’s head, I’ll come beat the living shit out of you!”Luther’s eyes narrow and his face has turned a deeper shade of red. But then he starts a slow clap as he glar







