For All Three Years My Son Liam

Scarlet and Liam were best friends since they were kids. They were basically siblings by clans. They were not allowed to have romantic feelings towards each other. As a child, it is easy to follow the rules but as they grow older it gets harder to remain only friends. Their attraction towards each other forces them to become a stranger. Will they fight for their feelings or remain practically a stranger?Remember Liam (Book 1 of Liam series)

Having her life upside down, Lily Peters being adopted by two amazing dads when she was a baby is the best of both worlds. She didn't care what other people thought. She has always loved her family. But, her mind was sometimes adrift, and she would wonder why anyone like her parents would give her up. After eighteen years, things became complicated when her grandparents from India suddenly showed up at her doorsteps and announced her engagement. Things got crazier, and the road to her future had turmoil when her best friend's grandfather announced her engagement to none other than the boy who always got away...Liam Wolfe. Liam and his brothers would be flocked by women all the time, and they wanted them so bad that they would do anything. But, since he and his brothers moved to the beautiful city of Long Beach, it would just be healthy living in a different town. Plenty of women would go down on their knees before an introduction. That all changed when he first gazed at large beautiful chocolate-brown eyes, hair like the night, and inky and sun-kissed skin that could be too delicate to touch. Liam had never believed in fairy tales until meeting Lily changed his mind and found his princess. Obstacles got in the way between Liam and Lily, including his dark past. He did not want her to have become of that past. But pretending to be engaged to the girl that stirred inside his pants can be challenging. When his past followed him, Liam had no choice but to keep Lily away from him if hurting her would keep her safe. Liam would have to become a black knight to protect his Indian princess.

My son, Tyler Youngblood, has a failing kidney. He needs a kidney transplant. My wife, Ruth Lister, asks me to donate one of mine. On the day of the surgery, I turn off my phone and disappear. My entire family frantically searches for me, and I don't show up until four hours later. Because of the delay, Tyler misses the optimal treatment window and tragically dies. My family accuses me of being heartless and stirs up public opinion against me, saying I am unfit to be a father. I leisurely sip my coffee and say, "It's not like his mother is dead. Why didn't she donate her kidney instead?"

Cory Sullivan, my ten-year-old son, joins a swimming class organized by his school. A bunch of his fellow students end up pinning him to the drain of the swimming pool. I spot the streak of red in the water and completely lose my mind. I immediately dash over to save Cory, but by the time I do, his face has turned swollen and blue from the suction. Blood trickles from his mouth. He's no longer breathing. Andy Webster, the ringleader of the trio who hurt Cory, arrogantly declares that he won't be criminally prosecuted because he's a minor. "So what if I did it? He started getting on my nerves ages ago! Now that he's dead, no one else can compete with me to be the top in our class." Andy's father, Greg Thompson, condescendingly throws me a debit card. "There's 100 thousand dollars in there. That should be enough to make up for your son's worthless life." Outrage, I demand justice, but my wife, Sheryl Lowe, stops me. "Andy's just a kid himself. Are you going to force someone else's kid to lose his freedom just because your own son is dead?" I stop at nothing in the pursuit of justice, but Andy simply gets sent to a juvenile detention center. That's nowhere near enough for me. Eventually, I lose all hope. I lie down at Cory's grave and swallow a bottle of sleeping pills. Suddenly, my eyes open again. I've returned to the day I took Cory to the swimming pool. I immediately drag him off to take him back home before anything happens, but alas, a young boy still ends up losing his life at the pool.

I had promised my son that when he turned three, the three of us would go to the amusement park together as a family. But he never lived to see that birthday. My husband, Daniel Shaw, who was a perfect match for the bone marrow transplant, disappeared just before the surgery—phone off, leaving no trace. Without him, our son lost his last chance at survival. When Daniel finally came home, he asked, "Where's our son? Weren't we supposed to take him to the amusement park for his birthday?" Then his eyes fell on the urn. That was the moment he truly lost his mind.

Seven years of marriage. Seven years of building a quiet, loving life with my husband, Harry, centered around our sweet son, Leo. But our fragile world shattered the moment her shadow fell across our doorstep—Harry's captivating first love, Claire, and her son, Jake. She and her son forced Leo to eat an entire sugary cake on his birthday, causing his blood sugar to rise dangerously. I tried to stop them, but the real betrayal came from my husband, who emotionally tortured our son into eating the last sugary bomb, leading him to death. I hadn't recovered from the trauma of watching my son die before my eyes when my husband blew away Leo's ashes before my eyes, the only remains of my son. That was when I decided, not only to divorce him, but to make him pay for his each and every sin.