ANMELDENHe turned around and walked back to the desk; but he didn’t sit down. He faced Powell with a darkened gaze, until he could see fear in the other man’s eyes. “Tell me why I should give a fuck,” he grunted. “Tell me why I should care about a deal you let my brother talk you into making. And,” he chuckled coldly, “if you try to play the sibling card, you’ll find out how quickly I don’t care that we share the same last name.”Powell exhaled, like the air was rushing out of his lungs. His hands were on the desk, and they wouldn’t stay still.“Uhm,” he mumbled. “The thing is…” he rubbed the back of his neck and his forehead, as sweat gathered there, unable to stay still. “The thing is—““Fucking talk.”“Sure. I—I’m,” he stammered, “I’m getting there.” He couldn’t look Lucien in the face. That was fine with Lucien. Powell was supposed to be ashamed of what he’d gotten himself into. He might not have known the extent of Gerald’s crimes, but he knew his brother was shady. Everybody knew—they
Lucien “You haven’t told me everything, have you?”Lucien sat across from Powell in his office, his arms loosely folded as he studied the older man. The documents Powell had given him earlier lay between them, detailing the corners he had cut throughout his career, but Lucien had barely glanced at them a second time.Gerald had done far worse, and nobody had cared until Lucien decided to do something about it. That was how the system worked. You could get away with almost anything as long as you didn’t give people a reason to stop looking the other way.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Powell replied, his gaze shifting suspiciously toward the door.Lucien let out a quiet, humorless sigh. “If you’re going to lie to me, at least try to make it convincing. You were friends with my brother. I’m sure you learned a thing or two about covering your tracks.” He tapped the envelope with two fingers. “Whatever is in here, I doubt anyone would find enough to prosecute you. A slap o
Eveline“Hey baby girl.”Eveline managed to smile as she hugged Lily the next morning, when they met for coffee. Lily was taking all her time off work at once—because she and her boyfriend were taking a vacation somewhere overseas. When she hit up Eveline the night before, asking if she wanted to meet up for an early dinner, so they could catch up and she could see her god-baby, Eveline had said yes without thinking. Because frankly, she needed something to keep her mind from exploding. She hadn’t slept the entire night. Lucien looked crushed when she told him she wanted to sleep in a different room for the night. But it was only because she didn’t want him to see how much what he told her had affected her. Peter. Her half-brother, who she thought was a gift that came right when she needed it, had tried to kill her when she was younger. Eveline had tried to wrap her head around it. She’d started by making excuses for him. Maybe he felt lonely. Maybe he blamed her for not grow
Lucien Lucien’s hands were clammy as he opened the door for Eveline, helping her out of the car. He really didn’t want to do this. He’d promised himself he was going to protect Eveline from the truth, until Jonah wanted to tell her himself. But..was lying to her really protecting her? It was Jonah’s approach to what happened twelve years ago, that led Eveline to where he went to pick her up tonight. What if she’d been kidnapped? He had one family member in the hospital, in a coma. If he lost his fiancée…his unborn child…the thought made him cold to the bones, to think about it. “Hey,” Eveline nudged his shoulder. “I’m going to be fine. Whatever it is, it’s not going to be worse than my ex-father-in-law killing my parents, is it?” She laughed, but the joke didn’t reach her eyes. Lucien could sense her fear.He wanted to take it from her—wanted to tell her that he was going to make everything better. But it wasn’t going to be. He knew that. So he leaned in and kissed her sof
Eveline Oh god. What was she doing? Eveline glanced outside her car window, staring at the building she’d been looking at for the last hour. Her stomach quietly grumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten for hours. Even though Lucien had packed breakfast and lunch—urging her to take breaks during the work hours to eat, she’d forgotten all about that. She also made a bunch of stupid mistakes at work, until Jeremy had urged her to sit down somewhere. Everyone thought it was because of the baby. She was pregnant and constantly on her feet, so she must have mixed up clients' information. If an intern hadn’t caught the mistake on time, it would’ve led to something serious. Eveline ran her fingers through her hair as she pulled her attention off the building. She exhaled as she leaned into her chair. “What am I doing?” She mumbled to herself. “Stalking my brother? Acting like the detective nobody assigned me to be?”But she hadn’t been able to get him out of her head, since dinne
Lucien “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,
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 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
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
Eveline The key turned with a muffled click, a sound drowned by the one that stopped Eveline cold in the foyer. It wasn’t the television as she’d thought. It was a low, rhythmic wet sound, punctuated by a sharp guttural gasp she knew intimately. His gasp. Her overnight bag slipped from her numb







