LOGINShare
Can this work?
publish date:
2026-11-06 18:33:49
Latest chapter
TWO BROTHERS, ONE NIGHT: WHOSE HEIR? Three images
Chapter 32 Stacy's Pov The rest of the afternoon dragged on endlessly. I tried to concentrate on my work, but my mind kept returning to what had just happened. Every time I glanced toward Arnold's closed office door, I felt another wave of humiliation wash over me. Eventually, the office began to empty. One employee after another packed up their belongings and headed home. The conversations gradually died down, leaving the executive floor unusually quiet. I was shutting down my computer and sliding my notebook into my bag when my phone suddenly buzzed against the wooden desktop. A message notification. The number wasn't saved in my contacts, but I didn't need to see a name to know who it was. My thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before I finally tapped the notification. Three image files appeared, followed by a block of text. The moment the pictures loaded, my breath caught in my throat. The blood drained from my face. They were clear. Unfiltered. And painfully r
TWO BROTHERS, ONE NIGHT: WHOSE HEIR? Some things never change
Chapter 31Stacy's Pov The next morning….By the time we arrived at RealTech, I had already reminded myself several times why I was there.I wasn't returning to work because I missed the office or because I wanted to spend more time with Arnold. I was there because I had made a decision. If I was going to survive the life I had found myself trapped in, I needed to learn how to play my part without allowing every insult or betrayal to destroy me.So, when Arnold and I stepped out of his sleek black sedan and walked into the building side by side, I wore my calmest expression.To anyone watching, we probably looked like the picture-perfect young power couple. We were dressed in matching tailored coats, carried ourselves with quiet confidence, and gave no indication that our marriage was anything but happy.I played the part effortlessly.We walked through the grand lobby, my posture straight and my head held high. I even managed a small smile when a few employees greeted us. By the tim
TWO BROTHERS, ONE NIGHT: WHOSE HEIR? Can this work?
Chapter 30Stacy's Pov Arnold looked down at the chair I was holding before slowly lifting his eyes to mine.The suspicion on his face deepened, giving way to something closer to bewilderment.He approached the table and sat down, but even then, his eyes remained fixed on me."After the way things have been between us, after everything that happened, you're making me dinner?"His voice was sharp, as though he expected me to reveal the real reason behind my sudden change of attitude."What's going on, Stacy? Are you playing some kind of game?"I took a quiet breath and stepped back to stand on the opposite side of the table.I knew what I had to do.If I wanted this to work, even temporarily, I couldn't afford to let my pride get in the way. Arnold had an enormous ego, and the easiest way to reach him was to make him believe he had finally gotten what he wanted.I had to swallow my pride entirely."I wanted to apologize," I said.The words felt slightly bitter as they left my mouth, b
TWO BROTHERS, ONE NIGHT: WHOSE HEIR? If I must survive
Chapter 29Stacy's Pov The silence inside the grand glass-and-steel fortress felt different now.It wasn't just cold anymore. It felt final.I stood beside the floor-to-ceiling kitchen island, my hands submerged in warm, soapy water as I scrubbed a single ceramic plate. Beyond the massive glass walls, the lights of Sacramento glittered in the distance, looking like tiny, indifferent stars.A full week had passed since Kirk left for Paris.He was across the Atlantic now, building the new life he had always wanted. He was meeting people, probably signing contracts, and stepping into a world completely removed from the toxic shadow of the Devon family.And he had left without even saying a final goodbye.At first, the thought had hit me like a physical blow. I remembered standing in an empty room, struggling to breathe as the reality settled over me. But as the days passed, the sharpness of that initial pain gradually faded, hardening into something closer to numb acceptance.I couldn't
TWO BROTHERS, ONE NIGHT: WHOSE HEIR? Accepting a lie
Chapter 28Kirk's pov I turned my head slightly to look at her.In the soft lighting, she looked genuinely happy. There was something almost disarming about the way she smiled at me, as though everything she had worked for was finally falling into place.She had fought for me. She had brought me to Paris, arranged my accommodation, helped me establish my business, and stood beside me while everything back in America was falling apart.She was offering me a fresh start, a partner who wanted to be with me, and a future that seemed full of possibilities."Lisa..." I began, but the words trailed off before I could finish."Don't say anything."She cut me off gently.Then she moved closer, swinging her legs over mine until she was straddling my hips. Her green eyes held mine, and there was an intensity in them that made it difficult to look away."Just let me be happy tonight. I've missed you, Kirk. God, I've missed you so much."Before I could find the words to respond, she leaned forwar
TWO BROTHERS, ONE NIGHT: WHOSE HEIR? Why I fell in love with you
Chapter 27Kirk's pov The morning sun streamed through the tall French doors of the Paris apartment, casting sharp geometric patterns across the polished hardwood floors.Jet lag was still pounding behind my eyes, but the heavy fog of yesterday's grief had been pushed somewhere into the back of my mind. At least for now. There was too much to do, and too much riding on today for me to sit around drowning in my thoughts.Today was the real test.Lisa was already up, moving around the kitchen with the sharp click of her heels and an energy that seemed to fill every corner of the apartment. She wore a tailored charcoal blazer over a crisp silk blouse, looking every bit like the confident, well-connected European talent scout she had always been."Drink your espresso, Kirk."She slid a small white porcelain cup across the marble island toward me."The investors are old-school Parisians. They don't just buy blueprints; they buy the person standing in front of them. You need to look sharp
You May Also Like
One Night Stand
Favor V April1.0M viewsYou're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone
Cora Smith694.2K viewsDear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!
Cerise R. Wood655.1K viewsThe Day I Kissed An Older Man
Cher the Cherished1.1M viewsThree Years Separated, Now the Coldhearted CEO Begs Me Back
Twin Bridge42 viewsTHE STEPBROTHER I COULDN'T FORGET
KESSY 58 viewsTHE BILLIONAIRE'S BROKEN TRUST
Happiness ikebuaku 97 viewsTHE WIFE HE TRIED TO ERASE
Joan O17 views
