เข้าสู่ระบบ“Are you out of your mind?” Carter said tightly. “I can’t just walk away from this.”“Then I suggest you put in a word with your superiors, claiming that there is nothing worth investigating about the Marcellos anymore,” he grated. “Oh, and one more thing.”“What?” he barked out. Shockingly, I wat
Layla “You stole all of the pictures?!” I shouted.I had no idea what to expect when Aldo told me that he had a plan to have my medical license reinstated. After he helped me get my bags sorted out from my returning back home, he dragged me to the office and bent down to the large safe that was s
What really caused my heart to skip several beats was when the pink tip of her tongue licked along her bottom lip. Something was stirring within the caverns of my chest. It caused a fiery heat to engulf my heart and lungs.I wanted this woman. I wanted her in a way that only a hidden part of myself
Ethan “I didn’t think you’d agree to meet with me,” I said.“Believe me, neither did I,” Stasia admitted plainly.The moment I found out that Layla had returned to the Marcellos, I asked Aldo for Stasia’s number. I reached out to her with the hopes that she would be willing to talk.As I suspected,
“Hello, sweetheart,” I said. “How are you, how was your long weekend?”“It was nice,” he said quietly. “Dad and I spent time together.”I gave him a smile and nodded. “That’s good.”“Are you better now?” he asked bluntly.I clenched my jaw, catching whatever immediate answer was trying to come out.
Layla The morning we were set to head back to New York, I repacked my bags and brought them downstairs. While Eva was busy wiping down on the counters in the kitchen, I noticed Stasia standing out on the back deck.She was leaning against the railing, overlooking the gorgeous ocean view. I instantl
Aurora was beautiful, intelligent, and part of the world I had given myself to. Part of the family I’d been born to lead. Everyone wanted—expected—us to end up together. Had always expected it. I stood abruptly to pace the length of my study. My feet sank into that loathsome bearskin rug. Layla had
For Aldo to have attacked Marco, beaten him so badly … No. There was more there. I’d written it off as spite or vengeance or scorn. But Vasco wasn’t like that. Aldo wasn’t like that. My voice came out smooth, a little cold. “Protection from what, Marco? This is my home. My son is here. What’s going
Layla I didn’t have much to pack. In the short few weeks I’d spent at Aldo’s manor, I’d accumulated only a small collection of things—a few items of clothing one of Aldo’s men had retrieved for me from my townhouse, a handful of things I’d purchased for myself because I couldn’t stand the thought
“Guess those days are over,” I admitted. Our elder brothers, ironically enough, had gone down together—off a winding mountain road and into a river that left nothing but the ruined car behind. “We got more about Marco’s connections to the Moretti family.” Carlo, in spite of his earlier words, did r







