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Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 53: Annabelle
Devon stared out the window as the city crawled past in a haze of headlights and streetlamps, his mind heavier than the sky above. The night air had that damp weight of impending rain, though it hadn’t started yet. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles whitening, as he drove toward the meeting spot—the place where Celeste had agreed to meet him.Pier 19.The streetlamps flickered as Devon pulled up to the isolated spot he’d chosen for the meeting. Pier 19. Cold wind sliced across the waterfront, and the place was eerily silent, save for the occasional creak of steel or a distant horn. She’d been vague, which didn’t surprise him. Celeste never gave away more than she needed to, but something about the last exchange had felt… wrong. Too quiet. Too smooth. Still, Devon had agreed, and now he was headed there, unsure of what he hoped to find.He parked his car along the waterline, the scent of brine sharp in the air. The pier stood mostly empty, its structure dimly lit by a sin
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 52: He's Gone
Annabelle didn’t feel the floor beneath her feet. Infact, she didn’t feel anything at all. She just stood there, eyes fixed on the doctor as his words kept repeating in her mind, as though he hadn't said them just once but a thousand times. Her father was gone now. Just... just like that. That strong, intimidating, infuriating man who had always loomed like an iron-clad pillar in her life had fallen. Fallen without warning. Without any goodbyes. As she kept thinking about all these, the edges of her vision blurred. Her knees buckled slightly, and she had to reach for the wall to steady herself. Cold sweat clung to her back like a baby did to it's mother. The doctor's voice droned on, something about time of death and cardiac complications, but Annabelle couldn't follow up. She barely nodded. Words felt useless useless now, and reality? Unbearable. She made her way to the waiting bench just outside the corridor and sat down, trembling fingers clasped tightly in her lap. Her chest f
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 51: My Father—Is He Alright?
Annabelle had barely ended the call before she was out the door. Her purse dangled loosely from her shoulder, nearly slipping off as she fumbled for her car keys. Her hands shook, her breath unsteady. It wasn’t like her father to ignore her calls. Especially not three back-to-back ones. And Rita’s voice on the other end of the line—polite but tight—hadn’t done anything to calm her nerves. He was there, in the office. Or at least he had been. Why hadn’t he picked up? She climbed into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut harder than necessary. Her fingers curled tightly around the steering wheel as the engine roared to life. The city spun around her, a chaotic blur of motion and noise, but all she could hear was the blood rushing in her ears. She didn’t bother checking the traffic updates or tuning the radio to distract herself. Her focus was razor-sharp, and yet her mind reeled. God, what if something had happened? She tried to reason with herself, but logic wasn’t winning.
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 50: Straight to voicemail.
Annabelle leaned back against the plush cushions of the living room sofa, a steaming mug of chamomile tea resting between her hands. She hadn’t planned to call her father, but the silence between them had stretched too long. Ever since Damian’s funeral, Hugh Lawson had retreated into a fortress of his own making—distant, unreachable. Maybe he was grieving in his own way, but it unsettled her. Something about it felt... wrong. Her thumb hovered over the phone screen before she finally tapped on his contact. One ring. Two. Three. Voicemail. She frowned, biting the inside of her cheek. She called again. Still nothing. A third attempt went straight to voicemail. Her fingers gripped the phone a little tighter. Hugh Lawson wasn’t fond of texting, sure—but he always answered her calls. Even on the worst of days. This wasn’t like him. With a tight breath, she dialed the office line. It rang twice before a familiar voice came through—calm and professional. "Hi, this is Rita speaking."
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 49: No One
Morning filtered in through the tall windows of Hugh Lawson’s office, casting long slants of gold across his oak desk. The light touched everything—his leather chair, the rows of framed awards, the thick rug beneath his feet—but not the hollow in his chest. That emptiness had stayed untouched, undisturbed, since the day Damian died. The headlines had faded. So had the whispers. The funeral had passed, the condolences stopped arriving, and the silence afterward was almost louder than the grief. He stood with his back to the door, one hand wrapped around a half-full tumbler of Glenlivet, the other resting against the edge of the glass pane. His gaze, however, wasn’t on the skyline. It was fixed across the room, on a portrait that hung quietly above the fireplace. Laura. Her painted eyes followed him no matter where he stood, her soft smile frozen in time. God, how he’d loved her. Even now, he still reached for her in his sleep. But she wasn’t what haunted him most. It was Damian. “
Forbidden Desires: Falling For My Fiance's Brother Chapter 48: Not While He Breathed
Three days before the phone call that would end a life, Hugh Lawson sat alone in his study, firelight flickering across the hardwood floor like ghosts of decisions he hadn’t yet made. The storm outside was a whisper compared to the one inside him. He held his phone in one hand, unmoving, the name on the screen glowing like an omen: Brian Tellis. His troubleshooter. Brian had once worked inside a federal cybercrimes division before jumping ship to offer private services to men like Hugh—men who needed problems solved with discretion and finality. Hugh answered. "What have you found?" Brian’s voice was flat, clinical. "Her name is Celeste Marlowe. Independent journalist. Real name: Cecelia Marris. Changed her name in 2021 after a court settlement involving a politician in D.C. She has a history of manipulation. You could call her an opportunist. She gets close to powerful people looking for leaks. Studies them, then flips the story." "What about Damian?" "She saw them toget
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