Masuk“I never did that.” William's voice came out steadier than he felt. His wrist throbbed where Laim had gripped it, and he resisted the urge to cradle it against his chest. But Jacob caught the small, awkward shift of William’s arm from the of his corner eyes. His expression grew colder. Then Liam screamed. The crack of bone cut through the hall like a gunshot. William went absolutely still, his pulse spiking. Had Sir Jacob just broken his hand? He quickly scanned the crowd. No one spoke. No one moved. Most of them had gone pale. Not merely uncomfortable, but genuinely frightened. There wasn't even a murmur. Just silence, wide-eyed and complete. “Next time, do not touch what's mine.” Jacob said flatly, without looking at anyone in particular. He released Liam's hand, grabbed William's, and walked out. Behind them, Liam sank to his knees, cradling his broken hand. William glanced back once. His heart was still hammering. He didn't even remember getting into the car. The ride hom
William hadn't even entered the party yet but the moment he stepped out of the car with Jacob, he could feel the weight of prying eyes on him.Jacob stretched out his arm for William to take, and he awkwardly did before they entered the Devon mansion.The house was decorated with lights, it exuded elegance and power, but it was nowhere near the Adams mansion. The smell of expensive champagne, various perfumes hung in the air.His father will actually give an arm to be invited to this type of party. But a party hosted by the Devon family was well out of his reach.Jacob escorted him to the center of the hall where an elderly man was seated alongside a man exactly Jacob's age, who was glaring intensely at Jacob.“Welcome, Mr. Adams.” David Devon lowered his head slightly.Jacob did the same toward the older man. “You look well.”“If you mean doing well with one foot in the grave, then I thank you.” Mr David chuckled, his eyes sliding to William. “And you must be his husband.”William's
NOTE: SEXUAL EXPLICITLY William immediately averted his gaze, but Jacob caught his chin and tilted his head upward. “You're avoiding my gaze again.” William's heart stuttered. No, he's not.Jacob's gray eyes studied his clear brown ones for a long moment. The air between them thickened until it felt almost tangible. William bit his lower lip nervously, pulse quickening.Jacob glanced at his watch. “We still have some time.”“For what?” William asked, blinking.Jacob didn't answer. Instead, he leaned in, slow enough for William to understand exactly what was coming, yet too slow for him to pull away and captured his lips in a firm kiss.Weren't we just talking? How did it get—The thought dissolved the instant Jacob's tongue slipped past his lips. William's mind went blank. His hands instinctively, grasping the lapels of Jacob's suit jacket and wrinkling the expensive fabric.Jacob wrapped one arm around his slim waist, pulling him close against his body while his other hand kept Wil
Vivian stared at her son’s swelling cheek, her body trembling. Her chest pulled tight. She slowly walked toward him, ignoring the shards of porcelain scattered across the cold floor.Alex saw his mother's pained expression and felt his anger falter…just a little.‘“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you,” Vivian said, her voice cracking.Alex avoided her gaze and hurried upstairs, leaving Vivian standing alone, staring at his retreating figure.He entered his room and studied the throbbing bruise across his cheek in the mirror. He touched it gently and winced. This was the first time his mother had ever laid a hand on him. Someone had struck him once before, years ago…only once. But he had made sure that person walked away far worse. The bruises he left behind were deep enough to scar.His jaw clenched. This is all William's fault. Everything is his fault. He had always hated William. From the very beginning, William's existence had been a constant reminder that William was the leg
William's heart hammered violently against his chest like it wanted to burst out. Why is he still scared of Alex? He had walked out on him in that boutique days ago. Where had that courage disappeared to? Would he keep shivering in dread every single time their paths crossed?His fists curled tightly at his sides as his gaze fixed on Alex. No. He can't. Alex had been living lavishly on his money, even if he never knew it. He still had to pay for that. And for everything he did to him.Alex stopped in front of them, a smug sneer curling his lips. "Has Vanguard College's prestige dropped so low that they're admitting someone like you now?"Leo opened his mouth, but William grabbed his hand, silencing him."Maybe it has.” William said. “After all, they admitted someone as dumb as you."Alex's face twisted. "What the hell did you just say?""The truth," William replied evenly. "We both know you're not smart enough to get in on merit. So tell me, who exactly did you pay this time?"Alex g
Jacob strode into his office where Phillip was already standing beside his desk, waiting for his arrival.Jacob set his briefcase on top of his desk and lowered himself into the chair. “Begin.”Phillip clasped his hands behind his back, the way he always did when the news wasn't good. “We tracked all the surveillance footage near the coast, but as they took the eastern road, we lost them.” He paused. “No cameras on that route. Whoever planned this knew exactly what they were doing.”Jacob's jaw clenched. Fourteen years. He had spent fourteen years tracking those paintings down, reclaiming them one by one from the hands of collectors who didn't deserve them. And in one night, someone had undone all of it. His hand clenched into a fist. Whoever you are, he thought coldly, you just made the worst decision of your life.“Continue searching. Use every resource we have.”“Yes, sir. And..” Phillip placed a red colored envelope on the desk. “Lucas sent this. It's an invitation to a party







