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Thursday afternoon at around five o'clock, the four lawyer hunks were all ready for the engagement party of Atty. Garette's father. Atty. Greg offered to use their family's private jet. So, they traveled by jet going to Texas, the place where Atty. Garette’s father had stayed more rather than in Cambridge. They landed at the heliport inside the wide dairy farm and cattle ranch of Atty. Garette's father. Attorneys Greg, Paolo, and Hector were amazed upon seeing the wide and marvelous dairy farm and cattle ranch of Atty. Garette's father.
"Wow, this is absolutely amazing Brod. We can even have a car race here!" Atty. Greg exclaimed as he surveyed with his rounding eyes the whole wideness of the premises.
Atty. Garette just laughed. "Wait until you see my father's mini-mountain farm full of fruit-bearing trees and vegetables," he said with pride.
"Wowow, I can't wait to see them brod!" Atty. Paolo, who loves mountaineering aside from racing, became suddenly interested when he heard about the mini-mountain farm.
Atty. Garette's father once lived in Cambridge but when he visited Texas, especially his wife's city, the Fort Worth, he decided to stay although still maintaining all his properties in Cambridge. He found his wife's place a very good place for his cattle ranch and dairy farm business.
A Toyota Granvia was already waiting for them when they landed at the cattle ranch's heliport.
"Dude, I guess, I will enjoy it here. Maybe we can stay until Sunday?" Paolo seemed to feel ecstatic about the place.
"Yeah, I will suggest that too actually, I would even suggest a longer period, if not for me and Garette's client meeting on Monday afternoon. Ow, maybe we can return to Cambridge by Monday morning?" Atty. Greg was serious in his suggestion and his three lawyer friends looked at each other. Thereafter, laughter filled the inside of the Toyota Granvia.
"What's funny? Isn't it plausible?" furrowing, Atty. Greg sneered.
"No one will argue. We will return on Monday morning if that's what you want." Atty. Garette was the one who replied while the two in the back seat simply nodded and said simultaneously.
"Agree!"
Atty. Greg grinned widely. "Good. Let us enjoy it for a while here."
As they alighted from the van, they saw a good-looking man in his late sixties, sitting in a wheelchair, waving his hand to them.
It was Atty. Garette's Father, who is called Don Raffy by his staff and/or workers on the farm, has been eagerly waiting for them already at the gate of the Le Brione's mansion.
IIAfter having their sumptuous dinner of mostly seafood dishes, they had coffee on the terrace on the third floor of Le Brione's mansion. The terrace's place is very strategic as standing in its middle would give you a view of the mountainous ranges while on the left side, you will be overwhelmed by the wide array of the cattle ranch.Standing on the right side edge of the terrace, Atty. Garette, spew an air with excitement. He could see their man-made waterfalls like a swimming pool. It is dimly lit but he could see the glittering of falling water and those gazebos with dim lights of different colors. This is one of the attractions also inside their ranch, which he loves to spend time with every time he is on vacation here.
His three friends were busy having their coffee while playing cards. They were playing a lucky 9-card game, which he has no interest in.
"Hey, Garette, come on join us here," Atty. Greg called him but he just waved his hand and shook his head.
Atty. Greg suddenly stood up and approached him.
"Wow, awesome view brod. How about having a night swim there in your waterfalls?" Atty. Greg asked when he saw the view on that side.
"Come on Greg, let us do it tomorrow night. I want to lay my back on the bed now." Atty. Paolo refused as he slowly stood up. He was followed by Atty. Hector.
"Killjoy!" Atty. Greg sneered but followed his friends anyway.
"Garette, how about you?" it was Greg, who asked.
"Just go, I just want to feel more fresh air here," Garette said shooing his friend away.
Left alone on the terrace, Atty. Garette stood still in the same area for a couple of minutes. He just loves watching the cascading water.
After a moment, Atty. Garette furrowed. He saw a figure slowly walking, going to the waterfalls. He could not actually recognize the woman who seemed to be oblivious to her surroundings. She is even wearing a flowing white nightgown.
Furrowing more, Atty. Garette, decided to go down and check who the intruder was. His sister who is staying now in Las Vegas has not arrived yet or most probably will never come because she was against their father's new marriage; so basically, no other woman should be here wandering around, unless that woman was a nymph, a fairy, or a white lady.
He made brisk strides going to the waterfalls with a heaving heartbeat. He did not believe in fairies or white ladies, although according to some stories, their places have such mythical creatures. He blew some air from his lungs, dismissing fear from his mind.
Walking nearby the waterfalls, he saw the silhouette of the mysterious woman standing in a nearby gazebo. Her long, wavy golden hair was being swayed by the cool dancing wind together with the hem of her flowing nightgown.
Slowly without creating any sound, Atty. Garette, stood at the back of the mysterious woman and without any warming embraced her belly with his right arm while putting his left hand on her mouth.
"Who are you?" he whispered in his usual interrogating tone.
The woman wriggled from his grip, and he gave way. She faced her immediately and tried to slap him but Atty. Garette was quick enough to hold her hand.
"You are real?" he asked, amazed while intensely looking at the goddess beauty in front of him. She was like a virgin fairy in her white flowing nightdress and her face, although the place is dimly lit, he could ascertain the mesmerizing yet innocent beauty therein.
"Who are you, woman?" once again he asked as he grabbed her wrist when she tried to run away.
She then intended to slap him again but Atty. Garette did not let her, instead, he pulled her nearer to him, cupped her face, and kissed her punishingly.
When the kiss was finished the woman was able to break free. She slapped Atty. Garette that hard and then ran away.
Atty. Garette was left nearby the gazebo shocked while holding his face slapped by the woman.
Nearby, in one of the nearby gazebos, there was a man's silhouette, sitting in his wheelchair, who witnessed everything that happened.
The night became slow-moving for Atty. Garette. Sleep seemed to have deserted him. He could still imagine the anger that crossed the woman's beautiful face when she slapped him that hard. But what he could not forget more was the soft lips of hers that melted his frozen heart. This is the first night that a woman overwhelmed his mind, making his senses fully alive!
The silver key sat in the palm of Dianthe’s hand, cold and deceptively heavy. It didn't look like a standard house key; it was a bit bigger than ordinary keys. Just as her fingers brushed the folder underneath, she heard the floorboards in the hallway groan.She acted on instinct, sliding the key into the deep pocket of her robe and stepping away from the desk just as Garette appeared in the doorway.He wasn't wearing his usual armor of a three-piece suit. He was simply wearing his boxer shorts and white cotton shirt, his hair sleep-mussed, his eyes blinking against the study’s light. He looked human—vulnerable, even."Dianthe?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep. "It’s three in the morning. What are you doing in here?""I... I couldn't sleep," she said, her heart hammering against her ribs. She prayed he couldn't see the outline of the key through the silk of her robe. "The wind was rattling the shutters. I came down for some water and saw the light on."Garette walked toward her,
After doing the necessary actions related to the Sandra Belosh case, Garette and Dianthe were on the O’ Le Briene’s private jet, before the sun rise the next morning, going back to Texas.The private jet touched down on the ranch’s landing strip just as the Texas sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in aggressive shades of violet and gold. The transition from the foggy, ancient streets of Cambridge and the luxury of London to the raw, dusty air of the ranch felt like waking up from a dream.The ride from the hangar to the main house was silent. Garette sat in the back of the SUV, his eyes fixed on the flickering shadows of the fence lines. He was no longer just the "Lawyer Shark" or the "Husband." He was a man sitting on a secret that could dismantle the very empire they were driving toward.When the car pulled up to the grand entrance, the staff were lined up as usual, but the atmosphere was different. The news of the Cambridge "garden battle" had traveled fast; the
The drive from the hotel’s restaurant to Garette’s sub-firm office in London was a blur of rain-slicked motorways and heavy, thoughtful silence. Garette sat in the back of the sleek black town car, his laptop open on his knees, but his eyes were fixed on Dianthe. She was staring out the window, her hand—the one wearing the big wedding sized diamond—resting on the leather seat between them.She had been a lioness in that garden party of Elena Vance and while in the restaurant rebutting at Sandra Belosh but now she looked like she was mourning something."You're remarkably quiet for a woman who just decimated a supermodel in front of the international press, and a tiger heiress," Garette said softly, reaching out to lace his fingers with hers."I didn't do it for the press or anyone else, Garette," she replied without turning her head. "I did it because they both tried to make me feel small. And I’m tired of people in your world thinking I don’t have a right to the air I breathe."Garet
The ambiance of the five-star restaurant at the Savoy was designed for discretion—dim lighting, thick velvet booths, and the soft clinking of silver against bone china. But despite the luxury, the air at the table was sharp enough to draw blood.Atty. Garette sat with his back to the wall, the quintessential executive in a charcoal-grey suit that screamed power and precision. Beside him, Dianthe felt the weight of the room’s gaze. She was no longer just the woman from the garden party; she was the wife of the most formidable legal mind in the country. However, the woman sitting across from them didn’t seem to care about titles.Sandra Belosh was a vision of calculated, high-fashion aggression. Clad in a scarlet Dior suit that mirrored the deep red of the vintage Bordeaux she was currently swirling, she looked like a female hawk waiting for the right moment to strike. Her father, the late Josh Belosh, had been a titan of industry, leaving behind a retail empire consisting of eight mass
As the elevator door opened, Garette gently pulled Dianthe inside and as the door closed, he enclosed her in his arms. In a second his lips claimed hers in a possessive, excited manner.When they reached the floor of their booked suite room, Garette carried Dianthe in a bridal style from the elevator to their room.The click of the main door lock was the starting gun.Atty. Garette didn’t even wait to reach the bedroom. He pressed Dianthe against the mahogany door of the suite, his hands tangling in her hair, sending the pins from the garden party scattering across the floor. The scent of Elena Vance’s expensive catering and the suffocating high-society perfume was replaced by the intoxicating musk of Garette’s skin and the sweetness of the perfume on Dianthe’s smooth skin."I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment we stepped onto that lawn," Garette growled, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her throat.Dianthe arched her back, her hands frantic as she clawed at his silk ti
The air in the suite was brittle. Dianthe stood before the full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. She wasn't the girl from the ranch today. She wasn't the nurse in scrubs. She reached into her jewelry case and pulled out the diamond ring Garette had bought her—the one she had called a "shackle." She put it there before she took a shower. She slid it onto her finger, the stone catching the cold Cambridge light like a weapon.Garette watched her from the doorway, his eyes dark and unreadable. He had seen her handle medical emergencies with ice in her veins, but he had never seen her look like this—composed, sharp, and dangerous."You don't have to do this, Dianthe," he said, though his voice betrayed his pride. "I can have security clear the garden.""No," Dianthe said, turning to face him. She smoothed the skirt of her tailored, deep-red dress. "You said it’s a war. In my village, when a predator comes to your door, you don't hide in the cellar. You show them that the house is







