تسجيل الدخولLucien “What is it to you?” Gerald hissed. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me dead, so you can forget I ever existed. So you can put me out of your life—like I’m a cancer cell.”“Which,” he laughed sarcastically, “is ironically, what I have. And it’s terminal,” he added briskly, before Lucien could say anything, “so don’t try to play Doctor on me. I might be a dying man, but I’d take the cruel hands of the sickness, instead of becoming a charity case for you so that you can feel better about yourself.”The corner of Lucien’s mouth twitched with a dry smile. He shook his head slowly. “Why would you assume I’d help you?” His tone was calm, his words matter-of-fact. It took Gerald by surprise. He tried shaking it off with a nonchalant shrug. “Isn’t that how you got to her? Playing damsel in distress? You can’t help but be the hero in everyone’s story. My daughter-in-law, Michael…” he scoffed, leaning back and folding his arms. The back of his arms had suspicious markings,
LucienThe door to the visiting cell opened with a low metal grind. Lucien sat rigid, his fingers flexed on the metal table screwed to the floor, his eyes trained on the door, watching the figure as it walked in. His brother had…changed. In the weeks that Gerald had been incarcerated, he’d gone from looking like he owned the world—a successful doctor with a happy family and enough money to bribe his future daughter-in-law with a mansion so she wouldn’t leave his cheating, manipulating son……to a shadow of his former self. Merely a shadow, even. His eyes were hollowed out, his jaw drooped and his collarbone area had sunk so deep the bones were almost tearing through his skin. Lucien had told him—the last time he was here—that Gerald’s stay behind bars wasn’t going to be pleasant. And he’d made true his word. “Hello, little brother,” Gerald rasped thickly, a hacking cough following his words. He sort of stumbled over to the chair, the chains clanging as they connected his handcuff
EvelineJonah walked in through the front door with his coat draped over one arm. He looked tired, but the second his eyes landed on Peter, his whole body went stiff and even the warmth in the room vanished.Peter stopped walking, the polite smile he had worn all evening disappeared and was instantly replaced by something guarded.Eveline looked between them, her heart beginning to thud. They stared at each other like two men who had already fought a war and were waiting for someone to fire the first shot of the next one."What is he doing here?" Jonah asked, his voice dangerously low."Jonah," Eveline said, stepping forward and trying to keep her voice even. "Peter came over for dinner. I invited him."Jonah didn't look at her. His glare stayed fixed on Peter. "He needs to leave.""Dad, stop," she said, irritation already rising in her throat. "He's my brother. I wanted him here.""He is not welcome in this house," Jonah said, stepping further into the entryway, his eyes hard. "He is
Eveline “Hey—” Eveline opened the door, breathing a little heavily. Some of the anxiety she felt melted away when she saw the wrapped gift basket in Peter’s hand. “You didn’t bring the champagne?”Peter smiled. “I told you—I’m only going to drink in your presence, when you can enjoy what a vintage bottle tastes like. Oh,” he waved his hand, laughing like he made a mistake, “forgive me. I forgot that your fiancé owns a fully stocked bar.”“And this house—” he glanced around, whistling under his breath in approval, “it is incredible. I’d like to know who designed it for him, because I’m planning on building my home very soon.”“You don’t have a house that’s yours, yet?” Eveline questioned, her brows slightly raised. She’d have expected—given his job and everything she’d learned about him so far, that her brother was living lavishly. Peter chuckled awkwardly, a hand brushing the back of his neck. “It’s a long story.”She wanted to hear it. But she didn’t want to pry. “Come on,” she sa
Lucien “We need to talk.”He’d taken the day off, because Jonah wanted to visit some friends at the golf club. And Lucien felt it would be a good place to get the other man to open up, without him feeling like he was being ambushed. They’d been playing for hours—Jonah was tired and since his doctor; who was also his son-in-law, hadn't cleared him for rigorous physical activity under the scorching sun, he had to go sit down. It was the opening Lucien had been waiting for all morning. “I know that it’s not really my place to ask,” he started, carefully, “but Eveline has been excited about connecting with her brother. But you have reservations. I’ve been hesitating to ask, because I don’t want to overstep my boundaries, but if you’re not going to tell her what it is, then I thought you might want to share it with me.”“Because,” Lucien added gently, as Jonah’s mouth flattened into an expression that wasn’t pleased, “we both care about her. We want her to be happy. To be safe. If ther
The restaurant was tastefully furnished, but it was obvious, from the way they greeted Peter, that he was a regular there. They led them to the best table in the building, which already had a bottle waiting. “Could you change that with something non-alcoholic?” He asked. “It’s fine,” Eveline waved her hand. “I don’t have to drink. I can just eat.”“Nonsense,” he scoffed lightly. “I’m not going to let you feel like you’re all alone. If you can’t drink, then I don’t plan on doing the same. In fact,” he tapped his chin, “I think champagne is a bad idea for dinner. I’ll think about something that we can all enjoy. Especially you.”Eveline chuckled, shaking her head. “You don’t have to, really. It doesn’t bother me.”But in true Peter’s fashion, he’d already concluded the topic and was now pulling out a chair for her to sit. He wasn’t the kind to go back and forth; she could tell by now. Peter sat himself. Then he brought out his phone, scrolled for a minute, and handed it to her. “The
Eveline pinched the card between her fingers as she spun around, hiding it behind her back. Her heart thumped behind her ribcage, and from the way he was staring at her, she was almost certain he could hear it. Lucien’s lips twitched with a flat smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “That’s not how yo
“Miss Storm.” Eveline stood rooted to the spot as he walked into the room, a polite smile on his lips. He walked over to her, stretching out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Roswood. I’ll be handling your father’s case.” She couldn’t say a word. Her lips wouldn’t move and her brain wen
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and Eveline rushed out, panting softly. She’d run through the parking lot—from the free spot she found to park her car, through the hospital lobby, narrowly avoiding a man in a wheelchair and an IV hooked to his arm, barely making it into the elevator be
Eveline wasn’t sure how she got from the bar to this spacious, luxury high-rise apartment with the glass walls that overlooked the city’s skylight. But the stranger standing in front of her was looking at her like he wanted to devour her whole. “Something tells me this isn’t something you do on







