LOGINVerena It was 2:45 a.m. and I couldn't sleep. I sat at the end of the kitchen’s table, circling my finger on my temple, the glow from the laptop illuminating my face as I grabbed my pen and scribbled notes into my small notebook. Vitamin D. Keeping the lights on. Talking and listening. Keto Diets. Even though I knew they would do little to help. I sincerely hoped it would make a difference in helping Daxton sleep better. My mind circled back to when a sharp pain from my sleep had forced me awake—only to wake up to him holding me so tight, his fingers digging into my back as his lips trembled with incoherent words leaving his mouth. I had never seen him so tense, scared, and vulnerable. Since that time, I’ve been awake scouring the internet for possible options on how to help Daxton. Those pills he mentioned he was using didn't seem to help and I really needed to know what they were but when I returned to the house office and checked the drawer, they were go
Kian “How is that every plan to win back that stone-hearted woman has failed woefully—” I bit into my burger, reaching for the can of soda at the same time as I popped it open. I didn’t care that I was making a mess. I have been starving for hours. Mikaelson Williams has made it his life goal to frustrate me. While he always acted like he was only following dad’s instructions, I knew he was doing this out of his personal vendetta against me just because I fucked his bitch years back. What was her name again? Sana? Serena? The cold fizz slid down my throat—heaven—as I darted my eyes to Jaden who picked up a fry and tossed it in his mouth. “No answer?” I waited till he finished chewing. Jaden’s eyes locked on mine. I could see that tiny flicker of tiredness in them. He drew in a long breath. “Two factors are involved here. Your uncle—” A low growl rumbled from my chest. I didn’t want to hear about him. “—and the second factor, Miss Verena Carson isn’t in love with
Daxton Josh brought two men over to the mansion. Bastien the French and Sean. Just Sean. A disaster had gone down in the strip club over the weekend where someone came into the club. He had drugged Stella and almost got away with luring her out until one of the bartenders noticed and alerted security. “Who was the bartender on duty that night?” I collected the tablet that he held out to me. “Liam,” Liam? The name echoed in my head as I tried to put a face to the name. Nothing. “Is he new?” “No…” Wow. This was the reason I needed to spend more time overseeing the affairs of the club. I clicked my tongue. “Tell Dashiell to give him a raise,” I stole glances at Verena who sat on the couch with her headphones over her head. Josh exchanged concerned looks with me—if it was okay to do this here with Verena around. I broke eye contact, scrolling through the pictures of this brawny man with pretty weird eyes as I glanced up at Josh, confused. “Who?” “His name
Verena The slap I sent across Jaden’s face was sharp and immediate. With shaky legs, I stepped closer to him. “Em…Em…Emi…Emily,” my voice cracked. “She is the sweetest person that I have ever met. Calm, easy-going and you toyed with her emotions because Kian put you to it?” I breathed, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape my bottom lashes. Jaden whipped his head to me and where I expected fire or a confrontation, he only straightened his cuffs—his eyes void of remorse or any other emotions. Dead eyes. “Miss Verena Carson, I understand how upset you are and you have the right to feel that way but, I’m only doing my job,” He spoke to me with that professional calmness. My head spun, throat tight and heavy with the words that failed to sputter from my mouth. “Your job?” The sheer audacity made me feel sick to my stomach. I couldn't believe that I always thought he was different. Emily called me last night while I was battling with the emotions that
Kian Dad had called for an emergency board meeting out of the blue. While the room had completely gone thick and cold with silence, it was nothing compared to the dangerous storm brewing inside of me. The type that wanted to destroy everything in sight. Verena… She’d slipped from my fingers again. I was so close to winning her back. I mean, we were already making little progress. Before, she despised speaking to me but recently, we had small banters and she would always look at me with pity in her eyes. It meant that she still cared and if things continued like that, she would fall back in love with me again. But that devil’s incarnate—the worst Uncle on planet earth—had to ruin everything. Jaden's voice broke my train of thought as he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I tried to get information around and no one knows what the meeting is really about,” A dissatisfactory groan left my mouth as I dismissed him with the wave of my hand and— The double doors op
Daxton Verena’s stifled gasps reached my ears, her breath slow and heavy as she stopped next to me with both hands covering her mouth—her eyes darting from the wheelchair lying idly on the road and my crippled nephew who was miraculously standing on his feet. Even the truck driver was too stunned to speak. A wicked excitement bubbled in my stomach. I could really pop a gum in my mouth right now. Finally the days and nights— Fuck! Thinking about all the things I have been through over the past few days rattled me so much. Anyways, the days and nights of watching Verena divided the attention that was solely mine, and giving one percent of it to Kian was now over! Waking up to find my woman perched over the kitchen aisle with those ridiculous huge rimmed glasses as she marked and canceled lists of the caregiving agencies that she hadn’t contacted yet was the beginning of the anger festering in my stomach. The last straw? When I returned home hours ago to surprise her wi







