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2 The women clearly didn’t appreciate my tone. While Herman took them elsewhere, I stayed at the bar, sipping my drink and letting the noise around me drown out the tension. As I sat there, I started observing the room. I half-listened to the cheerful conversations floating around, trying to shake off the weight of the day. Herman returned alone and sat down beside me, his tone sharper now. “Adrian, you always hide behind excuses. Carmen was a beautiful woman. Do you even realize how unnecessarily cold you were?” I looked him in the eye and said seriously, “You know damn well I can’t stand women like Carmen.” “Yeah, yeah, I know. But seriously—when was the last time you were even with a woman? And don’t count Sarah, Vincent’s sister, just because your mother wants to marry you off to her. I haven’t seen you with anyone in months. What’s going on? Did your preferences change or something?” he teased with a smirk. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just waiting for the right woman.” “Oh, c

4 Amber Two Weeks Later What does bankruptcy even mean? I only truly understood it when they came to seize our home. That’s when I realized—we were flat broke, and out on the streets. Here’s exactly how things played out: My father never told my brother Bruno about the bankruptcy. He didn’t ask him to drop out and come home either. Instead, he borrowed money from our aunts to keep covering his school expenses. After Uncle Darian’s house was also seized, my father rented a small place. I decided to stay with them until I finished college. As for Grace… despite the bankruptcy, she didn’t leave my father. Maybe I’ve been wrong about her. If she had married him just for his money, she would’ve walked out by now. But she went with him to Lubbock. Maybe… just maybe… she really does love him. Lucas didn’t want me to leave, but my dad wouldn’t let me stay in New York alone. And honestly, maybe ending this relationship—putting some distance between us—was the best thing to do.

6AdrianI was surprised when Nathan, my sister’s husband from New York, called me.Technically, we were half-brothers—same father, different mothers. He was a lot older than me and my brother.After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he got straight to the point.“So, listen… our Lucas has this friend from university. Apparently, her father’s in a tough spot or something. Lucas has been bugging me nonstop to find her a job. Turns out, her family just moved to Lubbock. You’re the first person that came to mind. Think you could do your nephew a favor and take her in?”“Of course. I’ll help however I can.”“Ah, you’re the best, Adrian. Regina sends her love too—she insists you guys visit during the holidays.”“This time, why don’t you come here instead? Work’s been a little hectic lately. I’ll send the jet for you.”“Oooh, we’re pulling out the jet now, huh? Alright then, you win. We’ll come. Regina will be thrilled.”“Great. Talk to you soon.”After hanging up, I called Herman and told

8AmberI decided not to tie my hair up and let it fall freely over my shoulders instead. I’ve always loved the waves in my dark chestnut hair.Sometimes I wish I were blonde, but I’ve never really liked going to the salon, so I always end up sticking with my natural color.I quickly pulled out a shirt and skirt from the wardrobe and got dressed.I didn’t want Lucas to feel embarrassed in front of his uncle, so I was determined to be early—punctual and prepared.Uncle Darian and his family had moved in with Grandpa after struggling to get by in New York.They were planning to move into their own place once they found something affordable.While Grandma and Aunt Maria were preparing breakfast together, that annoying witch Grace was lounging on the couch like royalty. Not even pretending to help. Typical.I headed to the kitchen and picked up the teapots.There were a lot of us in the house, so the teapots were heavy. My hands trembled as I carried them carefully to the table.Dean came

10AdrianWhen I arrived at the office, Annabel brought me my coffee.My head was pounding—migraine.The dull ache that had started at home had morphed into a full-blown attack by the time I stepped through the door.As she turned to leave, I muttered,“My head’s killing me. If anyone comes in about the case, tell them to come back in the afternoon.”“Of course, whatever you prefer. By the way, your assistant officially resigned last night. Should I post the job listing today?”“No. Let’s wait a few more days. My nephew’s friend is supposed to show up. If she doesn’t, then you can post it.I’m going to rest for a bit. No visitors. No calls.”Once Annabel left, I moved to the lounge room behind my office and stretched my legs.But the pain wasn’t subsiding.And tonight, I had another violent husband who needed a lesson.On top of that, I still had to swing by my father’s company for his tender file. There were some issues there too—mainly competitors trying to intimidate him.That woul