บททั้งหมดของ He Chose His Step Mother, I Chose His Uncle: บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 270

I am currently staring down at a blank sheet of cream linen stationery resting on my desk, holding a heavy fountain pen between my fingers like a weapon. My initial instinct was to simply open up a secure email window, dictate a cold response to Tobias Moore, and have my assistant, Miller, polish t

I hate Brooke Sullivan. If there were a professional sport for being an absolute nightmare of a human being, she would be an Olympic gold medalist. I am driving my car back from Tobias’s mansion, my knuckles turning white as I grip the steering wheel, trying very hard not to scream at the dashboa

The low rumble of my motorcycle engine finally cuts out, leaving nothing but the quiet of the night air as I pull up into the lit driveway of my mansion. Even with the engine dead, Sydney is still clinging to me like a human backpack, her arms wrapped tightly around my midsection and her chin restin

The morning sun spills through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a warm, golden haze across the bedroom. I wake up slowly, a feeling of contentment settling deep into my chest the exact second I realize my body is completely tangled up in Sydney’s satin sheets, her slender legs intricately interlac

I slide my phone back into the pocket of my suit jacket, letting out a breath as I watch the dusty Mexican horizon blur outside the tinted window of my SUV. I just got off the phone with Owen, and the silence left in the wake of our conversation is heavy with a strange mix of frustration and clarity