MasukBronwyn thought coming home for Christmas would be simple. She would spend the holidays with her best friend, Eudora, enjoy some time away from Boston, and then return to her normal life. But when she arrives at the Rhiggs estate, Eudora is unexpectedly called away for an emergency at the hospital, leaving Bronwyn alone under the same roof as the one man she has secretly desired for years. Trenton Rhiggs. Eudora’s father. A powerful CEO. A widower. A man who should have been completely off-limits. Trenton has always seen Bronwyn as his daughter’s best friend. But the moment she walks through his door, everything changes. The innocent girl he remembers is now a beautiful woman he can no longer stop thinking about. They both know the attraction is wrong. They both know Eudora can never find out. But then a brutal blizzard traps them inside the estate, cutting them off from the outside world and leaving them alone with the desire they've been trying to deny. One stolen moment becomes one forbidden night. And one night becomes a secret neither of them can seem to escape. What begins as irresistible attraction soon becomes something much deeper. But keeping their relationship hidden becomes harder when Eudora returns—and eventually discovers the truth. Just when Bronwyn and Trenton think the worst is behind them, a dangerous business rival discovers their secret and sees Bronwyn as the perfect weapon against Trenton. Now Trenton must choose between protecting the empire he spent years building and protecting the woman he was never supposed to love. Because some secrets can destroy a family. And some forbidden loves are worth risking everything for.
Lihat lebih banyakBRONWYNWhat followed was the most concentrated period of my life. Bronwyn working harder than anything I'd ever watched anyone do, the medical team moving around her and Dr. Martinez telling me everything that was happening. Then at four forty-seven PM the room changed.A sound arrived that rearranged everything.Our daughter arrived into the world with a cry that was fierce. The medical team moved with her quickly, a small wrapped bundle appearing in a nurse's arms, and I couldn't speak at all.I looked at Bronwyn who was crying without sound, completely spent, watching the nurses with our daughter."She's beautiful," the nurse said. "Strong lungs."Then the room shifted again, everyone refocusing, and our son arrived six minutes later, his cry different from his sister's, almost indignant, like he objected to the entire process.The nurses brought them to us in sequence, our daughter first, wrapped and cleaned and blinking with unfocused newborn eyes. They placed her in my arms whi
BRONWYNThe boardroom on the fourteenth floor of the Boston headquarters had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, a long mahogany table that seated twenty, and excellent acoustics for presentations.None of these features were relevant to me when I felt the warm rush of fluid that no amount of professional composure could reframe as anything other than what it was.My water had broken in the middle of my Thompson campaign presentation, slide seven of twenty-two.The room had twelve people in it. I was standing at the front with a laser pointer in my hand.For approximately three seconds I stood completely still, running a rapid calculation, I knew the nearest hospital being four miles away."Excuse me," I said, with a calm I would later find impressive in retrospect. "I need Marcus."Marcus Webb was on his feet before I finished his name, clearly having processed what was happening faster than the rest of the room. He crossed to me while confusion rippled through the other a
TRENTONI looked at my daughter across the kitchen table and thought about everything she'd navigated this year. Her grief about Isolde, her anger about Bronwyn, her long road to acceptance, her genuine joy now about the twins.She'd become someone extraordinary without me fully noticing when it happened."Your mother would like this version of you," I said."I learned from her." She picked up her coffee. "Stop counting years, Dad. Just be there. That's the whole job."Monday I called Brilliana into my office and formalized what had been informally shifting for months."COO," I said, sliding the paperwork across my desk. "Full authority over day to day operations. You report to me but you run the company."She looked at the papers then at me. "You're sure?""I've been sure for a while." I leaned back. "Rhiggs Development doesn't need me managing it hour to hour anymore. It needs me directing it strategically." I paused. "And I'm having twins in two months."She signed without further
TRENTONI woke up at three AM again, my pillows soaked with sweat, my thoughts spiralling and I had to sit up to breathe. It was another nightmare again and it was getting a lot more frequent and I didnt want to tell my wife. I didn't want to worry her.The bad dreams was that I died before I could watch my twins grow up, and when I woke up from those dreams I would stay awake at night, doing all sorts of calculations. If the twins were born now, I'd be forty eight. When they start school, I'd be fifty three. When they learned to drive, I'd be sixty three. When they graduated high school, I'd be sixty six.Sixty six years old with eighteen year old children.My father had died at sixty two.I knew the math was destructive. Bronwyn would tell me to stop if she could hear my thoughts. I also knew intellectually that counting years was the least useful thing I could do with the time I actually had.But knowing didn't stop the counting.On a Tuesday morning, I was in my home study reviewi
BRONWYN The blizzard became worse over the next three days. There was no sign of it letting up. I and Trenton used it to our advantage. There was really nothing for us to do so we made love everywhere. On the morning of the third day, I woke up alone in his bed and pulled on his shirt from the nig
He kissed me with a intensity that made my knees weak. It wasn't the tentative brushing of lips, the awkward tentativeness of first kisses. This was the kind of kiss I imagined he gave Isolde when they were alone and she was his only. His mouth moved over mine, tasting, devouring, claiming.I moane
BRONWYNI moved towards him, my skin bristling with sexual energy. His heated eyes were on mine as I moved across the room, putting a little sway in my hips.I saw the arrogant sneer in his face but I brushed it off. When I reached him, he instantly put a log in my hands. "You're going to help me b
My muscles screamed at me to stop but I didn't listen, I continued to push the weights up and down again. It was five already, way earlier than I usually hit the home gym, but my entire night was plagued by thoughts of 'her'.Sweat dripped down my face but I barely felt it. I needed to vanish thoug






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