All Chapters of The Dangerous Truth Between Them : Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Lucas's POV Try being at the office at 5:30 in the morning. You'll find it peaceful. I like the office at 5:30, because it's the only time where the building is well and truly honest. The assistants aren't here to pretend they love their jobs, the board members aren't here to pretend they understand logistics and finally, Deborah isn't here to pretend to avoid me. It's just me and the air-conditioning and the city outside my glass walls still half asleep.I had two coffees on my desk. One black, which is mine and the other with oat milk and two sugars, which is hers. She hadn't been drinking the coffee I left for her all week. She would come in, look at it, say thank you Mr Blackridge in that cold polite voice and then dump it in the sink when I am not looking. Or when she thinks I am not looking. I am always looking at her.I was staring at some files on the table when suddenly the door swung down so hard it hit the wall. The person didn't knock, my secretary didn't even announc

Deborah's POV I didn't sleep after Enoch left. I sat at my little kitchen table long after he left to go back to his motel, staring at the tea stain that I had apparently made. I couldn't believe it.My own cousin had been killed, right under my nose and I hadn't noticed because I kept on licking Lucas's ass.I feel stupid.Pathetic.And Mike. Uncle E said… no. I have to see for myself I have to be sure of everything. I mean it's Lucas we're talking about. He's a fucking billionaire. A public figure we're talking about. But then he was ready to off Daniel in an instant. Maybe I am overreacting because I watch too many movies. Not every money launderer is a killer. But he has this survivalist instinct insider him. That, I'll do anything instinct, and the look in his eyes when Daniel threatened him, I was so scared for his life. Maybe I am overreacting, Mike isn't probably even fired, he's probably sitting in his bedroom right now playing video games or something. I mean he could

Deborah's POV “You’re cousins.”His voice came out small and broken. I stood in the doorway with my bag hanging heavy off my shoulder. He just stood there staring out the window like he was looking for something he lost.He finally turned around. His face was pale. He had a flicker of sadness, regret and frustration all mixed up in his eyes.“You and mike, you guys are cousins. I always thought you looked familiar. At first I wasn't sure, but that looks in your eyes today gave it away, so I did some digging and…”“I know,” I whispered. “I know we're cousins.” “You knew?”“Yes.” The word hung dead in the air between us.He took a step forward. I instinctively took a step back, my hand tightening around my bag.“Why?” I asked. And this time my voice wasn't small. It was shaking but it was loud. “Why did you do it, Lucas?”“He stole from me,” he said, his voice was hard and flat. “Deborah, he was stealing.”“So you killed him?” My voice was breaking. I couldn't believe it.“When you'r