After Hardin Novels & Stories

"Do you suddenly have a thing for your ex-wife or something?" Hardin sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he sat back down on the sofa. "That's not what I'm saying at all. I just don't think barging in and confronting her is the best idea right now." Natalia let out a harsh laugh, plopping down beside him. "Oh, I see how it is. You're probably hoping she'll take you back, aren't you?" She placed her hand on his thigh, squeezing it possessively. "Well, let me tell you something, Hardin Greene, you’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not. I'm not letting that bitch steal you away from me."

For Hardin, spending time on the road with Tessa was fun. Before going to his house, Hardin makes a stop at the flower shop. He will buy his mother a red tulip flower, which is his mother's favorite flower. It's been a long time since Hardin was with his family the last time when he was rumored to be gay, and he had admitted it at that time. Since then, his mother has been disappointed in him, not even wanting to meet Hardin. And now he wants to show his mother that he is back to being a normal man.

My vacation wrapped up not long after, and I stumbled upon a juicy bit of gossip on a local forum. [Shocking! City's richest man's long-lost son found living rough! To thank his savior, he's throwing a massive wedding right here in town!] The post was written with flair, telling the tale of Derrick, the rich man's son who had had a falling out with his family, hit hard times, and got sick on the streets, only to be rescued by a good Samaritan named Ms. Brooks. Then Derrick was back, and he was so grateful that he had started dating Ms. Brooks, planning to introduce her to his family.

I had paid the price for my pack's freedom, and I wanted no one else to share in my forced martyrdom. When it seemed like I would finally collapse and die, I saw a trail of smoke rising from a point in the distance. I zeroed in on my hearing abilities and I could hear people laughing; women, to be precise. It could only mean one significant thing; we were in Red Bone territory.

Bile rose up in Sia's throat, staring still in Hardin's cold eyes. “ William Brown, Abraham Sanford, Jade Goldsmith...” Taking the names, Hardin's voice kept becoming deeper, than it was. The hate in his eyes, was seeping out of them and Sia almost felt it reaching to her heart. What was he talking about? Reading the confusion written in her eyes, Hardin shooked his head. “ These were the people who killed my family! ” Hardin's voice sounded like a whisper in a cold room, which Sia almost missed out hearing.

Hardin said to our child, and a smile came to rest on my face. It had been 12 months since the fight that Hardin had with Lorenzo. And though it caused grief for a while, we were over it. We were rather disappointed by Lorenzo's confession, Hardin had it worse, but with time, we all came to terms with everything that had happened, and Hardin, though roughly, slowly got over his mom's death. I ran my hand through Hardin's hair as he continued humming the poem from where I stopped.

She said, and I could not help but wonder why her suspension had to end on the day I planned an indoor date. “Hardin doesn't love anyone other than himself. He treated me the exact same way that he is treating you now, and when he finds someone new, he will treat that person like that and abandon you. Don't get carried away by all these.” She said, and her words bit through me.

And they were mad insane if the thought I was going to let them off the hook, not after they destroyed my life to this extend. I glanced at the small papers containing the little information I was able to gather on them. Jared was a bloody Scott so it was really unwise to go at him. And that bitch, she was as good as dead because she had no relative or anyone I can target. But Hardin, there was something shady about him. All of his history was deleted. It was as if he just popped from a stone and boof, he became a chairman of C&S. There was no news of him before his marriage with Jared. But one thing I was able to find, one thing that could be a clue to destroying their overinflated ego, was

“Don’t stop again.” He nodded shakily. “Yeah… sorry. Won’t happen again.” We kept moving until the golden bridge finally met solid ground on the other side. The moment we stepped off, the bridge faded behind us, leaving the river still and silent again. Hardin sat on a rock, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Remind me never to cross that thing again.” I smiled faintly. “You did well.” He grinned weakly. “You saved my neck again. I’m starting to owe you too much.”

the man introduced himself again, but Hardin still ignored him until they reached the room. The room was beautiful, with a large bed in the center. "We’ll be sharing the bed," Cole said. "Hope that’s okay with you." Hardin muttered, "I don’t care," before lying down on the bed, his face contorted in irritation. "I guess you don’t like to talk much," Cole said, settling beside him. "I'm tired. I just want to sleep," Hardin muttered, his thoughts locked on his sister and prayed she really was okay. ***