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But I didn’t take two steps before I fell on my face, passing out almost immediately POV: Nathan I’ve heard about his escapades with the ladies. I’ve heard stories about him and I know he is a pervert, but as long he did not try his dirty business with me or anyone I know, I really don’t give a fuck about his personal lifestyle. I never cared about it until now that he tried to force himself on my woman.

“I was reading children’s stories.” I blinked. “You’re lying.” “I’m not,” he replied, lifting one of the books from the floor and offering it to me. Sure enough, the colorful title read The Curious Wolf Pup and the Moonlight Pond. My lips parted in stunned silence, then curled into a grin I tried—and failed—to suppress. “Seriously?” Nathan rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. When I was young, my dad pushed me hard to become the perfect Alpha. Training, everyday he was relentless. I never had a normal childhood.”

“It’s not over.” “I know.” “They’ll come back stronger. More dangerous. Delacorte will regroup. Eleanor…” He trailed off. Anita’s mouth hardened. “Eleanor won’t go quietly. She never does.” Nathan hesitated. “There’s something else.” Her stomach sank. “What is it?” He turned back toward the penthouse and walked toward the small drawer in his study. From it, he pulled out a sealed envelope. “This came yesterday,” he said, holding it out.

They spoke in a quieter pool area compared to the bustling interior of the villa where the women were. Dean, representing Nathan, recounted the mistakes Nathan had made and also talked about Loretta. Neither Mr. Smith nor Juan responded, letting Dean finish his entire story. "I sincerely apologize, Uncle," that was Nathan's first sentence to Mr. Smith. "I know I've been cowardly. And I also know I've been shameless in wanting Haisley. But I truly love Haisley and want to be with her," Nathan said with a regretful and hopeful look at Haisley's father.

He surmised that it had something to do with Daphne’s sudden disappearance, assuming that Casper was also the man who caused the accident that killed his brother. Nathan couldn’t take the old man’s interference in his life and the company as though he owned everything. He was a selfish bastard and a greedy capitalist who always manipulated everyone around him to get what he wanted. Like the apple that doesn’t fall from the tree, Deanna was the same replica of her vicious father. She’s a manipulator, a seducer, and a goddamn liar.

“But I never stopped watching you. I knew if I stayed close, Daniel would burn me too. He has people, Ariana. People you don’t even know you’re fighting.” I stepped closer, anger burning through my chest. “So you just let me drown? You stood by while Elise, while Daniel, while all of them used me like I was a pawn?” Nathan’s voice dropped, low and steady. “I wasn’t strong enough then. But I am now.” I stared at him, trembling. There it was — the confession I had wanted. But it wasn’t enough. “What do you know?” I demanded. He reached into his coat and pulled out a folder, thick and weathered, edges crumpled from being handled too often. He held it out to me.

When Hilda heard that, she was crestfallen and angered at the same time. "Indeed. You can't judge a book by its cover! He deserves to die like that!" Connie replied, "You are right. It serves him right." Even after she knew that Nathan was a playboy, his handsome features in the introductory video had left an indelible impression on her. After they boarded their private jet, she secretly took out her laptop to search for any news relating to him.

"And a rider. The fastest we have." Ivy nodded and hurried away. The letter reached Nathan three days later. He received it in the half-rebuilt common room of the Halenshire inn, his hands calloused, his clothes permanently stained with dirt and snow and honest work. Kira sat across from him, reviewing a list of supplies with the fierce concentration of someone who had decided that poverty was simply a problem waiting to be solved. Nathan broke the seal. Read. My dearest Nathan, Ivy brought me news of where you've gone. My first instinct was to be afraid—a mother's instinct, I suppose. But then I remembered who you are. What you've survived. What you've become.

Isabella stood before the central pedestal, her long, slender fingers hovering over the lock of Richard Hayes’s leather-bound journal. Behind her, Nathan moved like a silent guardian of dark power. His broad hands settled onto her waist, pulling her back against his muscular frame. His warm breath brushed the side of her neck as he rested his chin on her shoulder, his storm-grey eyes fixed intently on the book in her hands. "Open it, Madam Chairwoman," Nathan murmured, his deep baritone rumbling against her spine, his thumb stroking a slow, possessive line across her hip. "Let's see what secrets your father left for our family."

The blankets rustle as Nathan gets out of bed and I watch through the unwilling, narrow opening of my eyelids as he walks across the bedroom, totally nude, like there isn’t another person with us. He takes a scarlet envelope from the thrall’s silver tray and waves the man away. I momentarily duck my head under the covers when Nathan turns back, a strange mix of horny and bashful forcing a chuckle up my throat that I subdue when I arise and see the frown on his face.