Mag-log inReginald Montclair sat at the head of the long mahogany table, laptop open, thick financial papers and passports spread out over the table. His finger tapped against his silver pen in an agitated rhythm as he scanned offshore bank account routing numbers. Ever since Sebastian Hawthorne had backed h
Eloise The dressing room door swung open without warning breaking the quiet of the dressing room. Eloise’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her fingers reacted before her mind did. In one frantic motion, she snatched the pregnancy test from the marble countertop, shoved it bac
Her chest heaved against mine, her breath sweet and breathless as I pressed my body flush between her knees, mapping every curve of her waist and hips. "Sebastian..." she whimpered against my lips, her hands tugging frantically at the buttons of my dress shirt, pulling it open to press her warm pal
Clearly…I had underestimated him. Dahlia looked away for a moment. "It's worse than a rivalry," Dahlia admitted, a faint shiver running through her frame. "Before the break-in attempt... there was a poisoning attempt at the wedding.” I felt every muscle in my body go rigid. “The man they arreste
Dahlia blinked, taken aback. "What?" "You remember the dinner with my father... when he brought up my mother?" Dahlia’s posture softened slightly, her dark eyes locking onto mine with quiet, guarded attentiveness. She gave a small nod. She had always known that it was a forbidden topic.. "When sh
The silence between us stretched, growing heavier with every passing second. It would have been so easy to fill it for her and tell her that I already knew. To lay every piece of evidence on the desk and force the conversation forward. But I couldn’t. Not yet. I needed to understand why she had c







