LOGINTARA“Daddy Mad?” Isaac knocked again. This time, he also twisted the doorknob. “Tara, are you in there? Is Daddy okay?”“You’ve got to be kidding me. Where’s his father?” Mad got off me with a groan, adjusting his pants. I licked my lips, hiding my smile. “I think you should get that door.”“You’re not funny, Tara.” He blew a breath, staring at the ceiling. “Give me a minute.”I laughed silently, my body shaking. “Maybe you should go to the bathroom before he knocks again.”He turned to me, his weight on his elbow, his hand reaching out. I closed my eyes as his thumb caressed my cheek. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” I opened my eyes, and he was looking down at me, his gaze so intense I felt like he’d seen through me. “No, baby. Don’t apologize. I would never push you to do something that you’re not comfortable with.”“That’s the thing. I was enjoying messing with you, and seeing you so invested in finding out who T.S. Prince was, for the first time, you mad
TARAMaybe I went too far with my anger and jealousy. When he brought up my identity, I lost it. And then I saw Damian. When Mariana was like a mother to me, Damian was like my father. I literally grew up with them. Damian and I had been through a lot together, and he ended up losing his job for helping me escape. I missed him. Seeing him again after three years, it brought back good memories. I still remember my first horse ride, my fencing lesson, and my shooting practice. He taught me all that while Mariana taught me in the kitchen.“You look—” I pursed my lips and checked out what changed in him. He looked exactly the same. “Did you meet someone?”“Nah. I got two new foals.” I could see the enthusiasm in his voice.“Oh, that’s awesome.” I smiled. “But how are you here?”“Your—” His gaze darted over my shoulder, and he looked worried. “Mr. Shanewood?”I turned around and found Mad on the floor, gasping. “Oh, my God!” My pulse raced. I ran towards Mad, who was sweating and clutc
MADAfter getting all the answers he needed, Damian finally left me alone in peace, without answering the threat he was talking about. He stayed behind with Nites and my parents’ bodyguards. Something that he said had got me thinking and worried. Was there another threat?The jet landed smoothly. While Damian had started building a good rapport with Nites and his intention was nothing but Tara’s own safety, there was a part of me that was still skeptical about his presence.I checked my phone. I hadn’t received a text or missed calls from Tara. I hadn’t returned her call nor replied to her text message either. Deep in my heart, I was too excited to see her, hug her, and kiss her again, but the child in me wanted to punish her for not trusting me enough to tell me she was T.S. Prince.As the convoy entered the gate to my property, my heart skipped a beat in excitement. I missed her so much for the last three days without her, but I also knew she was safe. I called Lynx to add extra se
TARAI bent and kissed his forehead. “Because I kept something from him. That’s why lying is bad. Keeping things from someone we love is bad, too.”“I don’t keep things from Nana and Papa, Daddy, and Daddy Mad,” Isaac said proudly.I looked at Logan, who was smiling. He was such a good father.“That’s great. You’re a good boy, Isaac.” I touched his cheek with my thumb. “Let’s go to the family room. I’m sure they can’t wait to see you.”Isaac was already running towards the family room. Seconds later, he asked someone, “Oh, who are you? Are you Tara’s friend?” Logan and I followed him while he was looking at Olive. “Bud, manners,” Logan said.“Hello. Good morning, stranger.”Olive laughed. “You must be the great Isaac?”“How do you know my name?” Children his age were so curious. “Let me guess, you and Isaac Newton shared the same birthday?”“Yes.” He turned around and looked at his father and smiled. “Well, I’m Olive, Tara’s friend.”“So you know Daddy Mad?”“Daddy Mad?” Olive loo
TARAI twisted and turned in bed for hours until I was too exhausted to keep my eyes open. Then I woke up late, past twelve in the afternoon, and did routine without Mad for the entire day. Just boring stuff. Night came, we ate dinner, watched movies, and went to bed.The next morning, I became more worried. It had been forty hours post-fan meet and greet event, yet I still found no missed calls or texts from Mad. I didn’t know if he was angry at me for keeping T.S. Prince’s identity from him, or avoiding me, or if something else was going on in Serevia that the news media didn’t catch up.I couldn’t help but think it had something to do with meeting my father, knowing he just gave an order for additional security. I knew nothing else, except for what Lynx had told me.I stared at my phone screen for several minutes, hoping his name would pop up. Only to end up disappointed. My coffee was getting cold, and I got nothing but anger and frustration.“Did you develop telekenesis overnight
MAD“The Princess had only two men in her life, and you’re the third. I broke the nose of her boyfriend in college when he forced her to snort.” “Oh.” I almost smiled. I didn’t know if I should be thankful or pissed. “The reason why I let the Princess escape because I didn’t like Lord Beauregard. He’s an opportunist. Yes, his family is rich and influential, but he’s a dishonest and fraudulent man.” If he was so concerned about the princess’s well-being, then why did he allow someone to kidnap her? “Great. So what are you trying to say is that if you don’t like me, you’re going to take Tara away from me, too? I don’t think this one will work, Damian.” “Why? Because she likes you?” “Yes.” “Confident.” He looked down at the file in his hand. “You were in business with your father at the age of fifteen when you received your inheritance from your grandparents. Impressive. Do you see yourself as lucky?” I breathed deeply. As much as I wanted to argue with this asshole, I needed his







