บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire Heiress's Lover (The Van Dyke Sisters 3): บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

A few days later . . . Hector had gone to the liquor store that afternoon and bought a three-hundred-and fifty-dollar bottle of Balvenie – scotch. His plan had been to relax for the evening, drinking a top shelf liquor while watching some old black and white movies. His plan had proved to be a mistake. Watching old movies in his motel room like Casablanca and Citizen Kane made him think of Caitlin. They had always watched old movies together. The damn scotch itself made him think of Caitlin, too. He had just remembered Balvenie was the scotch Caitlin had gifted him on his birthday. The memory of finding the woman he loved in bed with his first pride and joy, his first born, made Hector squeeze his eyes shut as hard as he could. To no avail. The image was still there – Alexander on top of her. Them being naked as their bodies grazed against each other. Hector cried out as he hurled the almost empty glass of scotch at the wall.

Six and a half weeks later . . . It was Christmas time in the Big Apple. Garland, lights, Christmas trees, wreaths, and snow decorated the city streets, businesses, and homes. Love also filled the air. Every time Caitlin turned around Derek and Chelsea was kissing under every piece of mistletoe they could find. Cameron and Catherine were always being discovered whispering sweet nothings to each other in private corners at Christmas parties. And Alexander and Caitlin were two star-crossed lovers who didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of them being together. Word had gotten out weeks ago in the society pages and among the social scene that Caitlin had left Hector for his very own son. They knew it was going to get out eventually, but they were not prepared for the press being so aggressive. Her father had to keep the gates closed at the estate and bump up security because photographers and reporters kept trying to sneak onto the estate

A few days later . . . It was Christmas Eve, but you wouldn’t know it in the Beaumont household. Julian and Cassandra hadn’t felt like celebrating tonight with their friends and family who were hosting parties and informal get-togethers. Of course, the staff had decorated the townhouse, but it wasn’t the same without their father’s larger than life presence. Julian wasn’t sure but he believed the household staff was a little depressed that his father hadn’t been home in over two months. Cassandra sighed for the tenth time. “Sister,” Julian began as he propped his feet on the desk. They were lounging in study. “You’re starting to depress me with your hopeless sounding sighing.” “Aren’t you already depressed?” Cassandra said as she turned to look at him. She was laying down on the sofa. “Even when Mother died we didn’t have a depressing Christmas like this.” “I know, but it’s going to be what we make it. Put somethi

February . . . It was one week before Alexander’s and Caitlin’s wedding. Since the event was on such short notice, only a few Van Dykes who lived out of state could attend. Alexander didn’t want to wait any long. Caitlin was six months pregnant now and Alexander wanted to get married before the baby was born. Plus, he was in a rush to make Caitlin his wife – officially. She had a feeling that Alexander wouldn’t want to wait too long because of the pregnancy. She was fine with it and for some reason she no longer cared if she looked a little preggers, as Chelsea would say, in the wedding photos. Luckily, her mother knew a seamstress who did fantastic work and in a hurry. She was a bit expensive even for Van Dyke standards but considering how Caitlin’s dress had turn out the woman was worth it. Now, Caitlin was about to do something that she didn’t think she had the guts to do. Show up at the Beaumont townhouse. The

It was about nine-thirty when Julian and Alexander had gotten back to Julian’s condo. Of course, Alexander had been staying there since the blow up. Eighty-percent of the time, Alexander had the condo to himself. Julian rarely stayed there. They had played a few sets of hard racquetball. He had no idea that Julian had improved so much. He had run Alexander ragged. They both had won two sets. Julian had said that they would break the tie after Alexander’s honeymoon. He hadn’t argued. He was tired but he didn’t want to admit that to Julian. His baby brother hadn’t been breathing hard at all – not like Alexander. Both of them had taken a quick shower and changed at the club. Alexander wore a deep gray long-sleeved thermal shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. His black hair was still a little damp from taking a shower. “Hey, Alex, can you use your key?” Julian asked as he was digging around his pockets. “I can’t seem to locate mine at the mo