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“You never told me you had a brother, River,” Riley said, her tone sharp and accusing.River’s jaw tightened, his expression shadowed. “I try to forget it myself,” he murmured.Tiffany felt her irritation spike. “You’re not making any sense, Dad,” she said, her voice edged with impatience.River sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Technically, he’s my half-brother. We have the same mother but different fathers. And this is something I’d rather discuss at home, not here at Lucas’s school,” he said, motioning for them to follow him down the hallway.“Um… Mr. Foster, should I call the police?” Ms. Monroe asked hesitantly, her voice trembling slightly.River’s head snapped sharply toward her, his expression hard. “No! I’ll take care of this on my own,” he said, his voice firm and unyielding.“But shouldn’t we—”“Not another word, Ms. Monroe. It’s in your best interest to stay out of this family affair. Do we have a clear understanding?” he snarled, his commanding tone brooking no argum

Run? No.Tiffany hadn’t followed in her father’s footsteps just to run away from situations like this.Taking advantage of the chaos, she broke free from Henri’s grasp. In one swift motion, she retrieved the knife hidden in her boot and pressed it against his throat. Henri’s men immediately raised their weapons, but their hesitation was clear—they didn’t want to risk harming their boss.“Tell your men to stand down,” she hissed in Henri’s ear, her voice sharp and unwavering. “Or I’ll paint this floor with your blood, uncle dearest.”Henri chuckled darkly, seemingly unfazed by the blade digging into his skin. “You wouldn’t dare,” he sneered. “You don’t have the stomach for it, girl.”Tiffany pressed the knife harder, drawing a thin line of blood. “This is what I was trained to do,” she growled. “So try me. After everything you’ve put my family through, I won’t lose a wink of sleep over slitting your throat.”Something in her tone, or perhaps the fire in her eyes, must have convinced hi

A month after her dad began his recovery and life started to settle into a new normal, Tiffany found herself spending more and more time with Jacob. They would talk for hours, sharing everything and nothing, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.One evening, as they sat together in the quiet of the closed restaurant, Jacob took her hand in his, his touch warm and grounding. “Tiffany, I’ve been thinking,” he said softly, his tone serious yet gentle. “We should renovate the restaurant.”She tilted her head, curiosity piqued. “What do you have in mind?”His eyes lit up with excitement as he began to outline his vision. “We could expand the dining area, maybe add a cozy lounge space for after-dinner drinks. The kitchen could use an upgrade too—new appliances, a more efficient layout. And we could create a private dining room for special events.”Tiffany felt a smile tug at her lips as she listened to him. His enthusiasm was infectious. “That sounds amazing, Jacob,” she said,

Lucas Foster grinned as he heard the commotion from the balcony.A woman’s voice was screaming, arguing with his men. He couldn’t see her face from up here, but he knew exactly who she was.After all, he was the one who ordered his men to kidnap her.Alicia Smith.The idea of kidnapping her came to his mind a few days ago when he was staring at her picture on his phone.“Damn you, Alicia,” he had muttered, a muscle twitching in his jaw. “Why can’t you see that I can make you the happiest woman in the world?”Alicia Smith, the woman of his fucking dreams, the woman who acted like he was nothing but dirt under her shoes.“I planned to give you the world on a silver platter,” Lucas growled to himself, his fingers tightening around his phone. “Designer dresses, five-star restaurants, front-row fashion shows. What more could you possibly want?”He closed his eyes, recalling their last encounter when Alicia scoffed at his advances. Again.“I’m flattered, Lucas, really,” she had said. “But I

Lucas threw the plastic bag at the girl, watching it fall on her lap. “Here,” he said irritably.Amy looked at the item on her lap and wrinkled her big nose. “What is this?” she asked dumbly.“Food,” he said.“This is not food! This is Cinnabon,” she argued.Lucas sighed. “Yes. Cinnabon is food. Why are you questioning it? I thought you said you were hungry.”Amy picked up the bag, eyeing it with suspicion as though it might explode. “What, you didn’t have any real food in your creepy kidnapper stash?”Lucas pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience rapidly dwindling. “You are testing my patience.”“I want real food,” Amy declared. “Eric said you had dinner planned for Alicia. Well, she is not here to enjoy it, so I might as well do it in her place.”Lucas let out a sharp breath, his frustration bubbling dangerously close to the surface. “First of all, this isn’t a five-star restaurant. Second, you’re not even supposed to be here.”Amy arched an eyebrow, unfazed. “I don’t care. I a