FAZER LOGINAinsworth pov I sat on the soft rug in the middle of Lisa's room, surrounded by a truckload of 4B sketching pencils, charcoal sticks, and professional-grade color palettes I had bought for her.Despite the colorful mountain in front of her, she wasn't happy. It was evident in the reluctant way her fingers picked up a blue crayon."Dad, I don't want to paint," she murmured softly. The bright, smile that usually lit up her little face completely gone.She was thinking about Will. I knew it because I was thinking about the kid, too. But if Desmond didn't want to step up and be the man of his own house, and instead chose to spend his days harassing my wife and dragging her name through the mud, then I couldn't bring myself to pity him.I carefully arranged the pencils in a neat row in front of her. "Then how are you going to become a world-famous artist, Princess?""I don't want to be an artist if Will is not okay," she whispered, her lip trembling."Is that why you refused to go to sc
Lavanda I slammed the bedroom door shut behind me, leaning my entire weight against the heavy wood until the lock clicked into place. My chest heaved as I tried to steady my breathing. Every slight touch from him didn't just skin my surface—it brought me straight to my knees. I closed my eyes, but it didn't help. My fingers unconsciously rose to trace the exact spot on my wrist where his warm breath had lingered just seconds ago. The skin there was still burning up with heat I couldn't wash off. It had taken every single drop of my self-control not to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him back into me. But midway through that spark, my past had flashed behind my eyelids. I remembered the exact feeling of falling blindly for a man, trusting him with my heart, and watching him destroy my entire life piece by piece. I can't do this again. If I allowed Ainsworth to get too close, I would lose my mind over a man who might just walk away when the contract ended. I couldn't afford
Ainsworth We were back at the house, but it was written all over her face that she was pissed—though not at her daughter. Lisa got the soft, comforting words; I got the silence. I honestly didn't know what I had done to make Lavanda that mad. Was it really just the hug outside the police van? Princess’s eyes had been puffy and red the entire way home. I kept assuring her that Will was going to be fine, but she didn't believe me. I was already planning to buy her a fresh pack of 4B pencils and a massive pad of drawing paper—that was usually the only thing capable of bringing back her smile. Meanwhile, Lavanda was spiraling. I watched the thin, lines across her forehead stretch tight. I couldn't tell if her anger was directed at Cyanne, the press, the officers or our hug. Her expression stern as she picked apart the steak on her plate. Up upstairs, Lisa was finally sleeping in her room; neither of us had pressed her for answers about the situation with Will just yet. "Allow me he
Lavanda Once the misunderstanding was finally sorted out with the officers, I stepped out of the van and marched toward my car. Desmond was practically jog-sprinting behind me, his footsteps against the pavement as he tried to catch up. "I am so sorry for that humiliation, Lavanda!" he called out desperately. "I swear I didn't know she was going to do that!" I ignored him, picking up my pace. I couldn't wait to see my family and get as far away from Desmond as humanly possible. In fact, on the exceptionally long list of things I had to deal with today, he was the absolute last person on earth I wanted to see or talk to. "Lavanda, please! Talk to me! Say something!" I kept walking, my jaw set, completely determined not to grant him a word. "The board of directors is going to be pissed about this!" he continued, trailing right at my heels. "I can help you sort it out! I can talk to them!" A bitter knot tightened in my stomach. Desmond had only just resumed working at my compa
LavandaHe was standing right there in the middle of the crowd, his rugged shirt hanging loose over his broad shoulders."She didn't do anything wrong," extending both of his thick hands forward toward the officers without a single flinch. "Take me instead."Camera flashbulbs exploded around him but he didn't even blink. He stood like an unshakable wall between me and the press."I was the one who agreed to take the boy to the hospital," his voice boomed over the camera. "So if you want to arrest anyone for this, it has to be me."The police officers paused, looking back and forth between the two of us, completely surprised by his confession.Off to the side, Cyanne stood smirking, her eyes glinting with triumph.It hit me all at once—this was her true plan all along. She didn't care about ruining my reputation today; she wanted to throw Ainsworth back into a prison cell. She was trying to punish him for rejecting her, using her own critically ill son as collateral. It was utterly de
Lavanda If I take him to the hospital, there's a high chance they will ask about his parents. He's shivering badly, and the cold temperature in this abandoned room isn't helping either. I can't take him to the hospital myself. Cyanne could easily decide to press legal charges against me. My standing with the press isn't looking good as it is, but if I don't help him, what kind of example am I setting for Lisa? Her big blue eyes are filled with hope that Mummy will have a solution. "Lisa, Mummy can't take him to the hospital." My stomach knots in painful guilt. "I will go get his mum." Her small hands dig frantically into my sleeve, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "Don't do this! Will only has me!" "Princess..." "Dad!" She wiped her tears off. I hadn't even heard him enter the room behind us. "Will needs to get to the hospital immediately," he said softly. His eyes softened as he gathered the little boy into his broad arms. Will was half asleep, mumbling incoherent w







