LOGINNERIAH'S POV
The phone's been buzzing for the past hour, but for some reason, I don't want to pick it up.It's Ethan. And he's been calling since the day before yesterday when I refused to go with them to the hospital.Eden hasn't come to see me either. I know she must be really upset but right now, I don't care. There was no way I could stare into Denver's unconscious face knowing that there was a possibility he'd never open his eyes to look into mine again.I just couldn't handle it.The phone stops buzzing and dings with a notification instead. It's a text message from Ethan. What the hell does he want?My mouth drops at the words. They're just two of them.He's awake.My palms fly up to cover my mouth. My fingers tremble as I dial Ethan's contact. He picks up on the first ring."Ethan. Is it...is it true?"He chuckles lightly on the other end. "I thought you weren't ever going to reLAURA'S POV For the first time in my life, I admit I was wrong. I always thought Liam was a weak, naive man who couldn't do anything except someone stronger was there to tug on his leash, I didn't know he was distracting me all along while stealing my inheritance. How wicked could he be?It must've been included in the ledger...no wonder he never wanted me to lay hands on it. Now he'll never have it back no matter what. Even if he kills me. His rich chocolate musk scent infiltrates the room before he walks in. Grabbing my handbag, I slide my sunglasses onto my nose. To think that I stood by the man who robbed me. I slept with him, ate with him, while he stealthily took what belongs to my son and I. "Laura..." He grabs my arm as I make for the door. It's been four days since I overheard his conversation and not once within those days have I said a word to him. Not even a word. "Please hear me out, it's not what you think. Ner
NERIAH'S POV Since my wedding the garden has become my favorite part of the mansion. It’s quiet here with the smell of wet grass and blooming roses wraps around me like a soft blanket, and I let my fingers brush against the petals as I stroll between the trimmed hedges. Morning sunlight dances through the leaves, scattering flecks of gold across the path.This is where I feel free away from the cold marble walls, bodyguards, and Denver’s endless concern.I close my eyes and inhale the scent of jasmine drifting from the vines near the fountain. I’m about to sit when soft palms suddenly cover my eyes from behind.I laugh, startled. “Denver?” I whisper instinctively but realize instantly that it's not him. These hands are too thin and soft to be his. “Lucy, is that you?” I tease, reaching up to touch the fingers lightly.The person giggles, it's a familiar, melodic sound but I still can't place it. The hands fall away,
DENVER'S POV Every time she gets into one of the cars for her antenatal appointment, I remember that I'm going to be a father. At first I wanted to accompany her myself but she said her friend Lucy works at the hospital so she doesn't mind taking the opportunity to hang out with her. That doesn't do anything to ease the tightness in my chest, not from anger or jealousy, but from anxiety. Nothing must happen to her. And this is the reason I can never forgive Liam. My fists curl with the thought. How could he have taken advantage of such a beautiful and resourceful woman to the extent of trying to murder her?And to think that he'd been siphoning the inheritance her father left for her. How shameless could be be? He's hoarded the properties our father left behind and now, this? I swear by my late mother that I'd get back every dime for Neriah and I. No matter the cost. I already ordered Ethan to make the investigation look lik
LAURA'S POV The pain in my arm seems to have softened its grip on me. Flexing my fingers experimentally, I can see that the splint around my arm is less restrictive now, and the angry bruises along my ribs no longer burn with every inhale. The doctor said I was healing faster than expected, maybe that's the advantage of being home again to my silk sheets, steady meals, and lovely family. Turning my neck this way and that, I attempt to straighten the cramp in my shoulders, reaching my fingers out to check on Liam in the dark. He's not there. Tugging on the bedside lamp, I turn to see that my hands were not playing tricks on me. He's really not here. It's only a few minutes past four am. “Liam?” I called softly, my voice scratchy from sleep. There's no response which means that he's not in the bathroom. Where could he be at this hour?I sit up, clutching my robe tighter around me, sliding off the bed carefully so my arm wouldn
NERIAH'S POVThe silver rays of moonlight cast its glow on me while I sit on the floor of Denver’s study, surrounded by files, old receipts, and several other documents. My laptop glows in the dim light, documents scattered in every space on the ground. Denver’s long asleep upstairs, but I can’t stop this and join him , not when the pieces seem like they are finally clicking.I merely wanted to organize my documents in Denver's safe when I saw one labelled 'Estate Transition 2016'. I remember shoving it into an envelope after my father’s funeral, too numb with grief to read the legal jargon but curiosity made me open it tonight. The first page made me stop in my tracks. I saw the words, "Trustee Replacement Authorization" and immediately knew something was wrong. My father secured the inheritance for my sister and I by putting it in a trust, how come a new trustee was appointed three weeks after his death and the very signature that authorized that bears my name?I know deep within
DENVER'S POV The constant rise and fall of her chest pulls blood into my dick. My eyes trail the long, dark lashes framing her closed eyes...the length of her nose, down to the pink purse of her lips. Neriah is mine. She's my fucking wife. Unable to resist her any longer, I reach down to press my lips on her temple, jerking in surprise when she rolls so that I almost fall on her. A naughty smile spreads across her lips almost immediately. "How long have you been awake for? I growl into her ears. She bursts into laughter as I wriggle her sides with my fingers."Did you pretend to be asleep so you could laugh at me later?" She's barely able to respond as she's laughing almost uncontrollably. "Then let me give you something to really laugh about." She's wheezing with laughter now until tears are slipping down the corners of her eyes. I could give anything, everything at all, to have her laugh like this every single day. When she finally gets a hold of herself, she holds my gaze wi







