FAZER LOGINBrooke's POVI slammed my fist against the table so hard my palm stung.That fucking bitch, Maya! I hated her more than anything or anyone on earth.Then there was that bloody traitor, Carter, the so-called father of my son.He had also been there at the court… to lend support to Maya.Oh, the press had loved that one.They had speculated on how evil my parents must have been to have no one, not even their former son-in-law or their own blood daughter, present to lend support to them.I continued scrolling through the offending pictures.There Carter was, standing on the courthouse steps, directly in front of Maya, and holding something out in his hand.The paparazzi had caught his face, and the look on it made bile rise in my throat.It was the exact same look I had seen on his face when he looked at Maya years before, after I had just gotten back.The look that made me realize that I was never going to get back the man who used to be desperately in love with me.Back then, I had pre
Brooke's POVThe headlines were as unending as they were embarrassingly painful.MILLER COUPLE TO STAND TRIAL FOR WHITFIELD MURDER. NURSE'S DEATH ALSO LINKED.It was Saturday morning.Usually, I would be jogging, but there was nothing usual about my life right now.Yesterday, my parents had stood in front of a judge for the second time.This time the prosecutor didn't stop at what they did to Juliet.He had added Whitfield's death too, as well as that of a nurse who had died several years ago, not so long after Juliet was locked up at the sanatorium.I knew nothing about such a nurse, but I had no doubt my parents had something to do with her death, as they were being accused.I had found out in recent times that they, especially Mom, were capable of things I hadn't even imagined.It had been so surreal watching my usually strong mother look so washed out and terrified on TV, a shadow of herself.And I wasn't there to lend my support.I told myself I had a good reason for being a no-s
Carter's POVIt took everything in me not to give her a hug, or at least touch her shoulder to comfort her.But I wasn't sure if she'd welcome such a move.Besides, Lucas was standing ten steps away, close enough to step in if he got it into his head that I was being disrespectful.The last time I touched Maya, he had broken my nose.I sure as hell didn't want a repeat of that, especially with all these cameras around."Why are you telling me this? It's not like I care. It's been…" Maya said, blinking away the tears determinedly and tilting her chin stubbornly."I'm telling you because I believe you, Maya. You weren't cheating on me that night."She frowned. "I don't actually care what you believe or don't believe. The past is in the past. There's no point in resurrecting it.""I know that. I just wanted to tell you, and also tell you how sorry I am that I doubted you in the first place and ruined our lives."For a moment, she didn't say anything.I was acutely aware of the paparazzi
Carter's POVThe courtroom was packed full, but I didn't even bother to go in.Maybe it was a tad desperate to wait for Maya here, but she hadn't responded to my calls or messages.An emergency had suddenly come up that would keep me away for two weeks or more. I couldn't let her go on thinking I was a mindless monster who had thrown her to the wolves for one second longer.“Sir, I’m sure if you tried to go in, they'd find a spot for you…” My bodyguard said from the front seat, but I interrupted him.“No, you know I don't like that kind of thing. Some people have been here since dawn. I’ll just wait here.”“Of course, sir. I’m sorry.”We lapsed into silence again and continued to wait, while I answered some work emails on my PC.I checked my phone again. Of course, there was no response from her yet. I did not blame her. The court was still in session, and most likely phones weren't allowed in there.I shook my head, feeling like a lovestruck teenager checking his phone every few se
Maya's POVLucas predicted that the court would be packed full today, and boy, was he right!We had gotten here an hour early, yet the premises were swarming with people.Camera crews had lined the courthouse steps.Paparazzi saw his car drive in and immediately began to scramble to take pictures of us and yell questions at us."Gosh, I hate this part of fame so much," he muttered, taking my hand."Me too," I replied.I rarely had this problem, but on the rare occasions I had it, I hated it nonetheless.Still, nothing was going to stop me from attending this session.Thankfully, we came with bodyguards who paved the way for us through the chaos.Inside, reporters sat shoulder to shoulder, but thankfully, a notice outside the door said no cameras or recording of any kind was allowed, which kept the chaos at bay.Not long after we came in, a bailiff began to turn people away at the door.Lucas sat beside me, his shoulder warm against mine and his quiet presence as comforting as ever.We
Maya's POVStill kissing each other fiercely, with our hands running over each other's bodies, we collapsed against the sofa.We remained there for quite some time, just kissing and discovering each other's bodies.Then he took my hand and led me down a dim hallway to his bedroom.He didn't turn on the lights, but there was enough light filtering in that I could faintly make out his features and feel his warmth as he towered over me.He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and murmured, "Tell me to stop at any point. I mean it, Maya.""I know you do, but I wish you'd stop talking and get right to it," I replied sultrily.Lucas was such a gentleman, and I loved him for it, but I had needs and talking wasn't going to meet them.So I stood on my tiptoes to place another kiss against his lips, roughly this time around.The last time I had had sex was nearly two years ago, so I was in something of a hurry.I pulled at his shirt impatiently, relishing the feeling of his insistent hardness







