Novel & Cerita Heir Of Atticus Grooming

First was the Strong Mode, where he would be cold to anyone and appear very busy with various things so that no one would dare to disturb him. The second was the Calm Mode, where he would show a different side of himself, caring, affectionate, and affectionate only to certain people. Until now, Theodor had always used this Calm Mode only in front of his mother. He never used it in front of anyone, including his father. Since Theodor was a child, he had been educated quite harshly because his grandfather always said that Burg Corporation would fall into his hands one day. As the heir, he had to have a firm, authoritative, and arrogant attitude to maintain Burg Corporation in the long run.

Ji-hoon answered holding my hands “Let's go,” Mr. Gaeti said, holding onto Mrs Haera and that's when I noticed their outfit, and yes! They looked like the power couples from the 90s. Ji-hoon's mother was putting on a black Italian skirt suit, a big hat, and black heels, while his father wore a black Italian suit as well and they were both looking so extravagant.

Christian was crouched on the ground, dressed in a black tactical uniform, simulating a gunfight exercise. Two hours. I waited for two hours. Looking at his back, countless memories resurfaced. Back when we first got together, he did not become the Don of the Fuzio family yet. The daily successor training left him utterly exhausted. Yet after every training session, he would line up bullet casings on the ground to spell out [I love you.] Back then, he would make me breakfast every morning. Eggs, bacon, and toasts, all neatly laid out and placed by the side of the bed.

When it was over, his fingers traced the tattoo on my chest, slow and deliberate. Then, his next words shattered the fragile warmth. “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” My hand froze mid-motion. The lipstick on my mouth smeared crookedly, turning my reflection into something ridiculous. I turned. “Why?” He faced the mirror, adjusting his tie with meticulous care. “Juliana Lancaster is back in the country. Tonight is our meeting.” The name slid under my skin like ice. Lancaster. Russian Bratva royalty. “You being dressed like this,” he added, tone indifferent, “would send the wrong message.”

That saved me from an even uglier fight. Later, while I was outside hanging the sheets to dry, I heard them talking in the sitting room through the open doors. “Still no pup?” “Not yet.” “That long and nothing? Something must be wrong.” “My daughter conceived almost right after the bond ceremony. Their son is already old enough to run.” “Have you tried sending her to a healer?” Catherine laughed softly, full of contempt. “I’m starting to think she’s just a barren Omega wearing a Luna’s title.” My fingers tightened around the fabric in my hands.

I half expected Atticus to demand I change the moment he set eyes on me, but that wasn’t what happened. A knowing grin formed on his face, making him appear several decades younger. His hair was slicked to the side in a respectable combover, and he wore a pin-striped suit that made it look as though he’d been plucked from the 1920’s. “Dressed to kill, I see. You look lovely, Ophelia.” His eyes roamed over my face, then flicked down to the heeled combat boots I had on. “Make them regret hurting my daughter, will you? Just return safe to me, that’s all I ask.”