Mag-log in“I don’t need the details,” Brandon shot back. “I’ve seen enough of the pattern you play. You’re still preying on the weak just to squeeze money out of them.” He leaned back in his chair, his gaze resting on Falcon, relaxed yet cutting. “That’s… pathetic.”The room fell silent again.Juan didn’t int
“You’ve been expected, Young Master. The Master is waiting for you,” one of the servants said as soon as he arrived.Brandon barely spared the man a glance. His eyes moved instead to the building in front of him. It stood tall and imposing, all grandeur and elegance wrapped in luxury. But to him, it
It wasn’t a request. It was an order.Lydia frowned, irritation flashing across her face. “Cale—”“I want to talk to her.”Lydia held his gaze, clearly displeased with the way he said it. But after a few seconds, she let out a quiet breath. She glanced briefly at Naomi, silently assuring her that ev
“Get in,” Cale ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.Lydia only glanced at him. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many questions pressing at the back of her throat, but… her husband’s face told her everything she needed to know. He wasn’t in the mood to be challenged.She gav
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“We don’t care,” he replied lightly, devoid of emotion. “Mr. Falcon wants to see you.”It didn’t sound like a request.It was an order—one that was expected to be obeyed.Naomi shook her head quickly. “I told you, I’ll come later.” There was a slight emphasis on later, as if it was the last boundary
“I actually hate hospitals,” Althea admitted as she stepped out of the car. The place always tugged at painful memories. The birth of Josh had been different—joyful, of course—but otherwise hospitals squeezed her chest. She would never forget how her mother had taken her last breath from blood loss.
To Josh, the man beside him—his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows after ditching his blazer and loosening his tie so he could move freely—looked impossibly cool. Daven made every game seem simple. Unlike Josh, who still fumbled here and there, yet found pure joy in playing.If only they could do
Tightness spread through his chest, regret seeping in sharp as thorns. If time could turn back, he would never have let her go. He would never have cast Althea aside so easily, never allowed her to be crushed beneath the shadow of his obsession with another woman. But time didn’t bend. And what he h
Chris leaned back. “That’s what we’re working on. Our team is compiling a complete dossier. But you can see how slick Harold is. Even the authorities have trouble tracking him down.”“He can’t hide forever,” Daven cut in. “Every move leaves a trace. I won’t sit idle until he pays for this.”“I won’t







