LOGINHi guys, I want to apologize for the earlier completion date I gave you. When I discussed it with my editor, she helped me realize that there are still more plot points and storylines that need room to develop, and trying to complete the book this month might mean rushing the ending and leaving you with an unsatisfactory conclusion. So, instead of rushing the story just to meet a deadline, I decided to focus on updating it naturally and making sure everything is properly wrapped up before I bring it to an end. Thank you all for your patience, understanding, and continued support. ❤️
"Come on, Granny." Sparrow almost smiled. "You should know me by now. You should understand my personality. Why would I want children? They are bothersome. I do not want them, and Scarlett agrees with me. Children are not in the works for us. I am sorry if that hurts your feelings." "No. No, Sparr
I wanted the wedding, the whole thing, with Scarlett, but she did not want it. She was only ever worried about Tasha." He paused. "I knew you were about to match me with that Imelda girl. I did not like the idea, and I did not want to hurt your feelings. So I decided to kill two birds with one st
DOMINIC What is this woman doing by your side, Sparrow?" My granny's voice was low, controlled, and venomous. "And where is your wife?" I closed my eyes for half a second and asked myself why I had ever thought inviting her tonight was a good idea. The answer was simple and stupid. I had beli
"Welcome to the family," he said. "For real this time." "Thank you, Sparrow," Celeste said. "For everything." He nodded, then turned to me and extended his hand. "Congratulations, boss." I took his hand. And then I pulled him into a hug. He went still. For a full second, he did not move, did
Her mother appeared then, threading through the crowd with Pat right behind her. Her mother's eyes were red, but she was smiling so wide I thought her face might split. "My darling girl," she said, pulling Celeste into a hug so tight I heard her squeak. "Congratulations." "Thank you, Mum," Celes
"Celeste," I said, and my voice came out lower than I had intended, rougher, raw with everything I had been holding inside. "I have spent my entire life building walls. I built them brick by brick, year after year, because I believed that was the only way to survive. I believed that love was a weakn







