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17. CONFRONTATIONS

Autor: Frya Isaac
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-03-19 18:43:54

Lydia sat at one end of the long mahogany table, six months pregnant, her hand resting protectively over the curve of her belly. Her posture was straight, controlled—but the tension in her shoulders gave her away.

Across from her, Adrian Wolfe looked like a man carved from restraint and rage.

Sharp suit.

Cold eyes.

A storm barely contained.

The lawyers exchanged a glance.

One of them cleared his throat. “We’ll step out for ten minutes and let you mediate privately. If you reach an
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  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   157. ROCKET SMOKE & SILK SHEETS

    The kiss was an explosion of pure, raw passion—a chaotic, deeply sensual release of every ounce of stress, fear, and desperation they had carried across the ocean. Adrian’s mouth moved against hers with a fierce, demanding hunger, his tongue sliding past her lips to taste her with an absolute claim of ownership.Lydia let out a soft, broken whimper into his mouth, her body going completely fluid against his as she opened herself to him entirely. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling herself up to meet his heat.Adrian groaned deep in his chest. He lifted her effortlessly, his large hands gripping her thighs to wrap them around his waist as he carried her away from the window and pressed her back against the soft, cool mattress of the massive canopy bed.He fell between her thighs, his heavy, muscular weight pinning her down into the silk sheets, completely surrounding her with his immense, suffocating presence. His hands tore down the straps of her silk nightgown, expos

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   156. THE MATRIARCH’S EMBRACE

    Adrian gently lowered Hayes to the ground. The four-year-old, sensing the warmth radiating from the elegant woman, didn't hesitate. He waddled over with his plush dinosaur and hugged Eleanor’s knees."Nana!" Hayes chirped, his voice echoing cutely in the quiet room.Eleanor let out a soft, emotional gasp, immediately dropping to her knees right onto the pristine silk carpet, completely disregarding her expensive dress to wrap her arms tightly around Hayes’s small body. She held him close, burying her face in his soft curls. "Oh, my sweet boy. You look so much like your father when he was a baby."Adrian watched the scene unfold from the side, a slow, incredibly proud smile spreading across his chiseled face. He stepped up beside Lydia, his large hand sliding down to grip her waist, pulling her flush against his side. "What did I tell you, Nyonya Wolfe?" Adrian murmured, his deep baritone rich with a smug, possessive satisfaction. "She already loves you both."The dinner proceeded

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   155. THE MIDNIGHT AIRLIFT

    The flashing of the camera lenses didn’t stop until the heavy, reinforced steel gates of JFK’s private executive terminal slammed shut behind them. Even through the tinted windows of Adrian’s armored Maybach, the blinding white strobes of the paparazzi felt like physical blows. The media bloodhounds of New York had smelled water in the corporate shark tank, and they were desperate for a single picture of Lydia and the billionaire who had rewritten the laws of the city to protect her and their son. "Mommy? Look! Big plane!" The sweet, high-pitched toddler voice instantly shattered the suffocating tension inside the vehicle. Lydia snapped out of her daze, forcing her rigid facial muscles into a bright, warm smile as she looked down at Hayes. Her four-year-old boy was strapped securely into his custom leather car seat, his large, dark eyes blinking up at her with complete, unbothered excitement. He pointed his small, chubby finger out the window, clutching a plush dinosaur in his

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   154. THE MIDNIGHT AFFIDAT

    He didn't wait for her to answer. Adrian reached down, his powerful arms sliding effortlessly beneath her knees and waist, lifting her from the stool into his massive chest. Lydia let out a soft gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, burying her face into the soft cashmere of his sweater as he carried her down the long, dimly lit corridor toward their master suite. The bedroom was a sanctuary of soft, cream-colored fabrics and dim, warm lighting. The massive king-size bed was lined with the finest Egyptian cotton sheets, smelling faintly of the same warm vanilla scent that Adrian had infused into her office. He laid her down with absolute gentleness, as if she were the most precious, fragile porcelain in the world. He climbed in beside her, his large frame instantly bringing a massive, enveloping heat to the bed. Adrian pulled her back against him, his powerful chest anchoring her spine, his long legs tangling with hers beneath the heavy duvet. His large, warm hand

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   153. THE SANCTUARY OF HIS ARMS

    "Calm your aristocratic nerves, Jessica," Vanessa purred, her eyes scanning the handwritten notes from Lydia's former primary psychiatrist. "The emergency warrant was always just a test to see how Adrian would deploy his legal defense. The real weapon is sitting right here in my lap. I just spent the last forty-eight hours negotiating with Dr. Silas Evans—Lydia's old primary doctor from that facility on the outskirts of New York." There was a sudden, sharp silence on the other end of the line. "The doctor? Is he willing to cooperate?" "Every man has a price, Jessica, especially a doctor who has been living under the radar with an expired medical license due to hidden malpractice claims," Vanessa chuckled, her voice filled with a cold, triumphant satisfaction. “For the right price, Dr. Evans is more than willing to sign a comprehensive, sworn affidavit stating that Lydia Hart suffered from chronic, irreversible delusional psychosis during her stay at his facility. He is prepared

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   152. THE DEFEATED STUNT

    "Look what I brought for you, sweetheart!" Jessica said, stepping onto the school sidewalk, her smile widening as the photographers behind her began clicking their shutters in rapid succession, capturing every single angle of her approaching the boy. "I know how much you love engineering, and since your mother has been so... busy at the Wolfe Group corporate offices lately, I thought I would come by and take you out for a wonderful lunch. We can go to that private toy store on Fifth Avenue, just like your father used to do." The other parents and school administrators on the sidewalk stopped, their eyes widening as they recognized the prominent Sterling heiress. The photographers continued to snap pictures, creating a perfectly orchestrated media narrative: a devoted, loving aunt stepping in to care for a neglected child whose mother was too occupied with a billionaire CEO to notice. But before Jessica could take another step toward the boy, the air around the driveway shifted.

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   23. THE WEIGHT OF GOLD AND GHOSTLY TOUCHES

    Adrian groaned as the morning light sliced through the penthouse. Too bright. Too sharp. It drilled straight into his skull, where the ache pulsed—slow, relentless—fed less by champagne and more by everything he refused to feel last night.He was sprawled across the velvet chaise longue, still in y

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   13. THE CASE INTENSIFIES

    Adrian didn’t remember grabbing his keys. He didn’t remember the elevator ride. Didn’t remember the drive. Only the sound…Screech.His car came to a violent halt outside the clinic, tires burning against asphalt, engine still growling like it shared his fury. His heart pounded.Too fast.Too hard.

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   31. THE REASON

    Vanessa didn’t wait. She never did.The moment Adrian stepped into the penthouse, she was already there—standing in the middle of the living room like a storm that had been waiting to break. “You went to her.” No greeting. No pretense. Just accusation.Adrian didn’t even bother taking off his coa

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   28. SEEING THEM

    Adrian pushed the door open and the world stopped.There she was.Lydia. Propped against white pillows under soft, dim light, her skin pale with exhaustion—but glowing with something stronger than it. Strands of damp hair clung to her face, her lips parted slightly as she breathed through the afte

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