Why under the sun would Noah turn himself in? The news was an unexpected shock. She paced her room as Cora watched her from her bed.
"Why is it a shock?" Cora asked. "If he did it, then it's only right that he turns himself in. Besides, doesn't this relieve you of the pressure of that stinky detective hovering around you and trying to uncover nonexistent evidence of you committing a crime you have nothing to do with?" "Cora, he…" She stopped what she was going to say, frustration clear on her face. "What is wrong with you? Shouldn't you be happy?" Cora couldn't make sense of this kind of reaction. While it was shocking, Gemma would be on the benefitting side no matter how one thought about it. "This is Noah we are talking about Cora. Why would he do that without a reason? There has to be something that forced him to do so, something less tragic than him having to rot in prison for murder." Her worries were unfounded. CoraShe shuffled to her bed and grabbed her phone which she had thrown on the pillow and found the last text message that the devil sent her.[Why are you doing this?] She typed. Right before she tapped the send icon, she thought twice about it. What would she benefit from it? He might just deny it. Worst case scenario, he would reveal that he had something to do with it and his reason was to make her owe him—or something more sinister.She stared at her screen and slumped against the pillow, looking up at the ceiling. A while later, she sat up as a mixture of emotions flashed through her eyes. Her text was vague after all. If she simply sent it without explaining, the man might accidentally reveal whether or not he was behind the matter.Before she could convince herself against it, she hit the send key. She placed her phone facing down on the pillow but would check it every few seconds. The minute it took for the message to be delivered felt like
It all sounded like a joke until Gemma was informed that Noah would appear before the court the next day. It had already been a week since he turned himself in and none of the days had been easy on her. Her attempts at stalking Livian Dumont had failed miserably because she couldn't get any information of him for the last five years. She didn't even know where he was, much less how to track down what he had been doing. She wanted to get something on him so he couldn't blackmail her but the end result was him threatening her to stop prying into his personal life.Easy for him to say, when he was the one who had been prying into her life.So, she had stopped prying and hoped he would not try to cause her any trouble. At least not until she was ready to face it.The following day, she prepared herself and decided to go to court to watch the arraignment. She would only be at ease after seeing him being taken to jail."Gemma, are you going to c
Gemma's eyes flared. What did that punk just say? She heard gasps reverberate throughout the courtroom and knew that she was not the only one who was shocked by the ridiculous revelation. How could Noah be in love with her?To the other spectators, it was probably something they heard every other day despite it being shocking every time. Brothers falling in love with the same woman? What was new about that? It was more common than best friends finding out that they were being played by the same manipulative seductress. Especially when the three lived in the same house like Ethan, Noah and Gemma did.But to Gemma, it was just not possible. She knew Noah. He was a jerk and a manwhore despite not having any of the things she thought women looked for in men that they wanted to have a fling with. But he hated women who were above him in any way, especially status. She was his boss for a while which meant she was definitely not one of the people he would want to befr
Her hands wove into his hair and grabbed a fistful of it as his hand snuck into her dress. His fingers felt warm against the skin of her back as he gently caressed her. She gasped into the kiss as he traced down the small of her back. His touch sent shivers down her spine to her toes which curled from the waves of want. The muscles between her legs spasmed as she felt his erection that threatened to burst out through his pants. He tugged a strap of her bra and her hand flew to his chest, gently pushing him."Livian…" What was supposed to be a complaint came off as a moan. It took a while before he finally comprehended why she was pushing him. He let go of her and sat up, brushing a hand through his hair in a mixture of frustration, lust and confusion. He heaved for a while before reality registered itself."I'm sorry." He whispered."You shouldn't be." She glanced into his eyes and had to look away. He looked delicious when he gazed at h
"I'm sure we can work something out. Don't lose hope yet." Cora reached over the table and patted her hand. After dropping the worst bummer of the year, she had called Gemma out for ice cream and snacks so they would discuss and try to come up with a way to counter their current ordeal.Gemma blew out an exhausted breath. She was not losing hope. That was the last thing that could happen. She was losing her freaking mind! Just how horrible did her luck have to be?Cora glanced at her and didn't know what to make of her pale face. She didn't look angry about losing out on the deal that she thought was pretty much settled. She waved to get the waitress' attention and passed a menu to Gemma. "Come on, cheer up, will you? We need to clear our minds for anything to work.""This is Livian Dumont we are talking about." Gemma ran a hand through her hair in frustration. She caught the confusion on her friend's face."I was just about to say we are lucky
There had to be a limit to how blind one could get. It had been hours since Gemma saw Livian at the company and she was still unable to process it. There must be a wild coincidence linking up the two men.One was a model whose career was yet to take off while the other was a billionaire. Had been since they first met. Which brought her to the second difference. There was no way the son of a tycoon like Charles Dumont could be poor. It wouldn't make any sense, especially since Livian Dumont had always worked hard and had taken over the family business long before they met. He couldn't have lost it either, because the man he saw was obviously still the CEO of Dumont Group. She had checked his car at least a few hundred times and it was parked in the spot reserved for the company's CEO.Yet, rationality was screaming at her to see the truth for what it was. That man must be Livian. The differences could have been a lie the asshole came up with to screw with her.&n
"Do you think it's finally time to let me know what's going on?" He asked when she stopped her antics. He knew from the panic in her eyes that it had nothing to do with wanting to touch him. Though that didn't mean her touch didn't ignite fire under his skin. It was quite the opposite. Even though her touch meant nothing sexual, her act of impatiently ripping his shirt off sent a jolt straight to his manhood.She pulled her hands away, suddenly realizing what her actions might have passed off as. She was embarrassed as she shook her head.She was acting strange but he nodded. "Okay."She thought he had dropped the matter. He didn't have any scar but it was too soon to tell him anything about his doppelganger. The worst that could happen was him turning out to be that doppelganger, just with the scar long faded. She turned around and stared right into his eyes intently.He wasn't sure what she was looking for but he cupped her face as he looked d
Ten years ago.“Tell me about your past.” Livian said as he settled to sit next to Gemma. The soap opera she had always been hooked onto had just ended and the credits were rolling.She glanced up at him.“Sir,why would you ask about that?” She asked. Although she and her boss were close and talked about all sorts of random things, they had never talked about her past.He smiled down at her. “It’s nothing to be shocked about, is it? You know many things about me,including the name of my teenage crush and my experience with her.”She covered her mouth to stifle a chuckle. “Were you really serious about that? I thought you were joking.”“I wasn’t.” He looked more amused than she was. She had to give it to him. Who would have thought that he had really fallen in love with his middle school teacher? She had thought that he was merely saying that to make her feel better about the f