جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 40

Third person's POV The room smelled like expensive vodka and expensive cigarettes. Jackson dropped the glass of vodka in his hand, the crystal clinking softly on the table, catching the lamp’s golden glow.His shirt was open, his tie long discarded on the arm of the couch, and the look in his eyes, fuck! it was the kind of look that melted resolve and ignited something primal.“I know you’re feeling me,” Jackson said, voice low and hungry. “I know you love me more than my sister. I know Avery’s just a thing. I’m the real deal here.”Liam stood on the opposite side of the suite, his chest rising and falling, caught between guilt and desire. But Jackson? He looked like a man who had already made up his mind.“I’m not..” Liam tried to speak, but Jackson stepped closer, slow and sure.“You’re not what?” Jackson murmured, standing just inches from him now. “Not attracted to me? Not obsessed with every damn move I make?”Liam swallowed. “You’re drunk.”“I’m buzzed,” Jackson corrected. “B

Third person's POV Lincoln remained calm despite his client's outburst. He had seen Astor lose his temper many times over the years, and he knew the best strategy was to wait for the anger to pass. "Mr. Sinclair, please lower your voice," Lincoln said quietly. "We're in a public place, even if this is a private room." Astor took several deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. But his hands were still shaking with anger and his voice remained harsh. "Tell me exactly what this law firm said in their message," Astor demanded. Lincoln looked down at his phone and read the message aloud. "They said: 'We are representing a client in a matter concerning the will of late Mrs. Sinclair. We have reason to believe that certain assets were not properly distributed according to her final will. We request all documentation related to share transfers and inheritance distributions made after her death.'" "That's impossible," Astor said. "my late wife's will was very clear. She left

Third Person's POVAT THE OFFICELIAM SINCLAIRLife doesn't always start smoothly or perfectly for most people. Sometimes life feels like it's kicking you in the stomach repeatedly and giving you angry, frustrated looks. It punches you when you're already down and creates chaos in your world.But Liam Sinclair's life was hitting him differently than most people's problems. His situation was twisted and complicated in ways that most people couldn't even imagine. He was in love with his fiancée's brother, having secret sexual encounters with him regularly, and yearning for an even more emotional connection with Jackson.This morning, Liam was sitting at his large desk in his corner office at Sinclair Corporation, browsing through different law firm websites on his computer. He was trying to find legal help for dealing with the blackmailer who had been threatening him and Jackson for weeks.The stress of keeping secrets from Avery, maintaining his relationship with Jackson, and handli

Third Person's POV"Did you just say that you will take me to court for raping you?" Liam asked her, his voice filled with disbelief and horror at the implications of what she was threatening."I just said exactly that," Avery replied coldly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I haven't been seeing another person apart from you, but since you are still trying to deny this pregnancy and refuse to take responsibility, that will leave me with no other choice but to pursue legal action.""Avery, what is really wrong with you?" Liam asked, staring at her like she was a complete stranger. "How can you threaten to destroy my life over something I don't even remember doing?"Avery scoffed dismissively and waved her hand in the air. "Nothing is wrong with me, Liam. Nothing at all. All you have to do tonight is act like a proper father figure during dinner with our families. You don't have to talk much throughout the entire meal if you don't want to. All you need to do is put that fake, pretent

Third person's POV FLASHBACK Liam stumbled, the whiskey hammering through his veins, spinning his head until the room blurred around him. His legs nearly gave out, but Avery caught him just before he crashed to the floor. Her arms wrapped tight around his waist, holding him close, steadying him against the world that refused to stop spinning.“Got you,” she whispered, her breath hot and thick against his ear. Her fingers dug into his skin, anchoring him, grounding him.His hands shot up, fists grabbing at her hips, pulling her body flush against his own. He felt the hardness straining against his jeans, his cock already aching, desperate for release.“God, fuck, Avery,” Liam groaned, lips crashing against hers in a messy, hungry kiss. His tongue shoved past her lips, devouring her mouth as if it were the last thing he’d ever taste.She moaned into him, fingers tangling in his hair, lips sucking and biting at his neck, leaving bruises and marks. His hands slid under her shirt, cupp