LOGIN“You're making this hard for me, Leo…” tears spilled out from Daveson's eyes as he was pressed against the wall with Leonard's tall frame hovering before him. “...shhhh…it's also difficult for me too, imagine knowing you're a traitor but I feel powerless to do anything. What the fuck have you done to me Dave….” His breath hitched. Daveson's dad got imprisoned and died the night he was released at the hospital. Daveson's world shattered and crumbled, his mum left him too leaving him with nothing to survive on and he was just sixteen. Four years later, the young Daveson was now grown and changed to a man seeking for revenge of his father's death. He finds hints and evidences of the perpetrator of the whole event and it's Lissa Heyden, New York's top lady. Working his way through, he gets into the Heyden's house and meets Leonard Heyden who seemed to be both his blessing and nemesis. How would he fall in love with the son of the person who ruined his family and why should he love when all he got in his past love was heartbreak. A lot of dark hidden secrets capable of breaking mutual trust soon come to view. Let's delve into their world of forbidden romance and revenge, it's also perfect for hate to love fans.
View More"I came into your home to expose your mother for what she actually did. I never wanted to hurt you. I did not know, when I started, that there would be a you to want anything about at all.""Do you understand what you're describing." Leonard's hands had curled at his sides, and he had pulled back, put distance between them on the bed that felt, to Daveson, like the widest distance that had ever existed between two people occupying the same six feet of space. "Every conversation. Every moment on that roof. The coffee, the drive home from the gala, last night in that room with the antiseptic when I told you I loved you. You're telling me all of that happened alongside a plan to burn my family to the ground.""Yes.""Just yes.""I won't lie to you about it, not after everything, not after last night. Yes. All of that happened alongside the plan. And somewhere in the middle of it, the plan stopped being the only true thing, and you became true too, and I did not know how to tell you that w
Daveson did not sleep.Leonard did, eventually, sometime past three, exhaustion finally winning out over the adrenaline that had kept him rigid and watchful for hours after the last of Ivanna's men had been zipped into bags and driven away from the east lawn in vehicles that did not officially exist. He slept with one hand still fisted loosely in the fabric of Daveson's shirt, as though some unconscious part of him intended to notice immediately if Daveson tried to leave the bed, and Daveson lay very still beside him and looked at the ceiling and did the thing he had been avoiding since one in the morning.He let himself actually think about it.The notebook was still in his desk drawer down the hall. The flagged transactions were still there, his father's name still attached to a ledger that Lissa Heyden had built her rise on the back of, still waiting for the moment Daveson had spent eighteen months preparing to deliver, the moment where the careful architecture of his presence in t
Six weeks before Ivanna ever set foot in this house through a side entrance, in a hospital that existed on no directory a person could consult if they went looking for it, Roarke John opened his eyes and understood, before he understood anything else, that he was supposed to be dead.The last clear memory he had was the parking structure outside the prison. Release papers folded in his coat pocket. Eleven years reduced on appeal, then reduced again to time served on a technicality his lawyer had fought so long for that Roarke had stopped believing in it, and then, astonishingly, the gate had opened and he had walked out into cold October air a free man for the first time in nearly a decade.He had gotten as far as the second level of the structure.He remembered a shape stepping out from between two parked cars. A second shape behind it. He remembered thinking, with the strange clarity that arrives in the half second before violence, she couldn't even wait one night, and then the memo
What happened in the half second after that shot went out did not, for a long time afterward, arrange itself in Daveson's memory as a sequence with a clean beginning and end. He knew that Leonard moved. He knew that one of Leonard's men, positioned behind Ivanna and closer than she had accounted for, returned fire in the same instant her shot went wide into the dark past Daveson's shoulder. He knew that Ivanna went down, and that she did not get back up, and that the quality of the night changed in the specific absolute way it changed when something that had been alive stopped being alive.The gunfire tapered. Then stopped.Leonard's men were securing the last of Ivanna's people, and the eastern treeline had gone quiet, and somewhere in the house lights were coming on, staff waking to a night that had broken open around them, and none of it mattered to Daveson nearly as much as the fact that Leonard had turned from where Ivanna's body lay and was crossing back to him with an expressio
The silence in Lissa's office stretched until Victoria could hear her own heartbeat.Leonard stood frozen, Daveson's hand still clasped in his, both of them staring at the woman who'd just revealed she'd orchestrated everything. The surveillance. The investigation. The impossible choice they now fa
"Shit," Leonard muttered, starting the car.They drove back toward the estate in tense silence, both calculating how to explain their absences if anyone had noticed."Drop me at the service road," Daveson said when they were close. "I'll walk back through the woods. You go straight to the front ent
The estate was dark when they pulled through the gates at 11:35 PM.Leonard parked in his usual spot, killing the engine but not immediately moving to get out."We go in separately," he said quietly. "Five minutes apart. You first, through the side entrance. I'll use the front."The return to strat
Five days.Five days of relentless assignments. Five days of barely seeing Leonard except in passing. Five days of professional courtesy masking personal devastation.Daveson sat in Dr. Chen's office at 6:05 PM on Tuesday, staring at the ultrasound monitor showing a tiny bean-shaped form that was a












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