LOGINHe took my innocence. I took his secret heirs. Now, he’s back to claim us both. Seven years ago, I gave everything to Lord Andrew—my body, my heart, and my innocence—in a night of unspeakable heat and sweet lies. When I caught him betraying me, I vanished into the dark, raising his twin sons alone while building an empire of my own as a top criminal defense lawyer. Now, a multi-billion-dollar hit on my sons' inheritance forces us face-to-face once more. Andrew is taller, deadlier, and completely untamed. He knows the boys are his, and he's using every dirty trick in the book to pull me back into his dark world. I promised myself I’d resist the intense, intoxicating heat that flares between us every time we're in the same room. But with his hands on my skin and his dark eyes promising wicked surrender, staying away might be the one fight I’m guaranteed to lose.
View MoreERICAI sat by my boys' hospital beds for three straight days, watching the steady rise and fall of their chests until the doctor finally cleared them to come home. Holding their small, bruised hands in mine, I made a firm decision: my children will be homeschooled from now on. I was taking zero chances with their safety.Looking at their pale faces, I finally understood the terrifying fear that drove my mum to run away from the mafia world all those years ago. She was trying to protect me from the violence that took my father. But I refused to be a coward like my mum. I wasn't going to run away into the shadows and hide. I was going to face whatever came for us head-on.Beyond keeping them safe, I wanted them to grow up strong and secure. I remembered every single insult from Jessica and Annabel—the way they treated me like garbage just because I was the poor girl running errands for them. The humiliation of wearing their hand-me-downs, the smug laughs behind my back... it was a bitt
ERICAI stood rooted to the hardwood floor, frozen in the shadows of the doorway. My hand remained glued to the brass handle, but my body refused to obey my mind. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even breathe.For fifteen agonizing minutes, I stood there in absolute silence, watching them.They didn't see me. They didn't even notice I was standing right there. Andrew was completely lost in the filth of it all, putting his dick inside Ann's mouth before pulling away and thrusting deep into Jessica's vagina. I saw every single detail. I watched him touch their bodies, playing with their clitorises in the exact, intimate way he used to play with mine. The same hands that had held my face with gentle reverence were now gripping Jessica's hips. The same mouth that had whispered "I love you" into my ear while making me feel like the luckiest girl alive was now pressed against Ann’s skin.The sheer betrayal tore through my chest like a dull, rusted blade. The nausea hit me in vi
ERICAThe morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the master suite, but Andrew didn't let me leave the bed right away. He played with my body just as he wanted, his broad hands, his warm lips, exploring every inch of me. My breast and my clitoris were his to play with, and I enjoyed every single bit of the time with him. Every touch sent electricity shooting straight to my core.Then, while his thumb gently wiped a stray strand of hair from my cheek, he looked straight into my eyes."Erica," he murmured, his voice low and soft. "I'm sorry for yelling at you last night about that glass. I was tense, but I shouldn't have raised my voice."My heart melted. Lord Andrew, the feared twenty-eight-year-old mafia lord, was apologizing to me. If this is not love, then tell me what it is.Later that afternoon, his sleek black sports car pulled up right in front of my small, worn-down house. As I stepped out of the passenger side, I froze. Jessica and Annabel were standing right by my
ERICAThe room in our small house smelled like burnt toast and stale lavender, but my mother sat me down like she was about to give me the secret to the universe."Erica, listen to me," she said, smoothing down the front of her faded apron. "When people call him the Young Lord, it’s not because he’s a boy. It’s because every other man who holds power in this city has gray hair and a foot in the grave. Lord Andrew is twenty-eight. That makes him young in the council, even if he’s old to you.""He is old to me," I muttered, looking down at my hands. I was nineteen. To me, twenty-eight felt like a completely different lifetime."Twenty-eight is young for a man with that much blood and money on his hands," Mum warned, her voice dropping low. "And tonight, he’s opening his doors. Everyone is going to his house."Whatever. I didn't care about the politics or the lords. But I was young, I was beautiful, and I wanted to dress up for once.Later that afternoon, I went to the high-end district






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