Novel & Cerita Drew Barrymore

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

“That’s how we scored the suite in Chicago. I’ve kept a low profile, went into medicine to prove myself on my own merit. I adopted my mother’s maiden name—Haught—to avoid the family name recognition.” I blink. “So your real name is…” “Perry Barrymore of the Hampton Barrymores.” I squint. He can't mean the real estate mogul. “Wait—the Barrymores? Like the Barrymores?” He nods apologetically. I examine the photos again, seeing him in various scenarios surrounded by his family. Holy shit. He's not just a doctor; he's a very wealthy doctor! “But here’s the kicker: my trust fund stipulates that by thirty-five—I must be married with children.”