LOGINWeston’s eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about? And you’re her only uncle not favorite" "Touché" Greg said, waving a hand airily. "You have a point but you’ve got too much on your plate, brother. Let me handle it so you don't have to stress." "No," Weston said. "Eloise and I are handling Mais
POV: Weston Thayer "Terminate the secondary line of credit immediately, and tell their legal counsel that Thayer Financial is withdrawing from the wharf development effective noon today," Weston said, slamming a heavy folder shut. His executive vice president hesitated, his pen hovering over the n
“He did this.” Her voice was barely audible. Cressida remained silent. A tear slipped down her cheek, but she wiped it away almost violently. “After everything I’ve already lost…” Her voice finally broke. “I lost my baby, and he didn’t even care.” Cressida’s expression remained unreadable. Arab
In the master suite on the top floor, Arabella Montclair sat propped against a mountain of silk pillows, one leg tucked beneath her as she stared at the muted television. An untouched breakfast sat on the silver tray beside her bed, the coffee long gone cold, while an open bottle of champagne rest
"Get your filthy hands off my husband!" Victoria shrieked as Reginald was escorted toward the front entrance, her silk robe had already fallen somewhere behind her on the staircase, leaving her in a thin ivory silk dress that clung crookedly to her body, one strap slipping down her shoulder as she
Reginald 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







