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she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

My heart stopped. “What?!” Thorne said again, louder this time. “Do you have to be surprised every time?” Lucien snapped, his voice mocking. “Or…do you have a thing for the girl?” “No, I don’t,” Thorne said quickly. “Then what are you waiting for? Make it snappy,” Lucien said coldly. Thorne stepped forward again. He looked at me...really looked at me. His eyes were red with both rage and pain as a tear fell from his eyes.

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

She wore a suit of ivory silk, a string of pearls that cost more than a mid-sized yacht, and a face that had been frozen into a mask of aristocratic perfection by time and sheer will. Lucian went rigid. The warmth left his body instantly. "Mother," he breathed. Beatrice Thorne didn't acknowledge her son. Her gaze swept over the room, landing on the children with the clinical curiosity of a scientist looking at a new species. Finally, her eyes settled on Elara. "So," Beatrice said, her voice like fine crystal shattering on stone. "This is the girl who caused the downfall of the Thorne Patriarch. I expected someone... taller." "Beatrice," Lucian stepped forward, his voice dropping into a prote

“While clearing out Thorne’s old room, we found a box hidden inside the wardrobe. Inside it was a photograph of him holding a baby. Behind the picture, he wrote: ‘my son.’” My chest tightened. Azrik’s brows drew together in shock. “What else?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. “There were more old photographs, nothing special, old family pictures, but…” Lucien continued. “One of them shows Thorne, Liora, and the same child.” My spine straightened instantly. “Liora? The same Liora that works in this house?” “Yes,” Lucien confirmed. “Maybe she was the nanny or… maybe something else. I’m not sure.”

Its mouth was pried and held open like something out of an old story. You’ll never be free. That ghostly laughter came again. You’ll die just the way they all did. Then… Then what. I looked around. Then, I’ll have my victory. The darkness cleared for a moment. I saw Lucy in a thin white gown, practically transparent over her body. She wore nothing beneath it. Her stomach was round with a child. Her hair was long and straight as she pressed her hands to a pane of glass. A dark figure walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, twining a finger in her hair. It was Tony or maybe Matt, but that wasn’t what bothered me.

That woman could slit a man’s throat and not spill a drop on her sleeves. Thorne gave her a nod, but the energy shifted the moment she stepped in. Something cold and calculated lingered in her eyes. “You should give us a moment,” she told Thorne without even looking at him. Thorne hesitated. “I’ll be fine,” I said, waving him off. Once he left and the door shut behind him, Lucy moved with the grace of a queen, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. For a moment, she said nothing. She just studied me.

Lucy put down the spoon and fork she was holding and wiped the side of her lips and drank a glass of water. "I told you, honey. I won't go back on London without you, useless..." She looked at me and she's smiled. "You came with me and left he—" *Ringgggggggggg* Lucy didn't finish what she had to say when Thyro's cell phone rang, he immediately looked at it and turned it off. "That's not gonna happen, Lucy. Go back to London by yourself." "No, Honey. I won't go bac—" *Ringgggggggggg*

He’d packed for cold and for running and for five days and if he’d spent slightly longer than necessary on it for no specific reason, that was his own business. The Bee’s Hive departure point had the energy of athletes treating a school trip like a competition they intended to win. Someone was already in a heated debate about window seats, and someone else had a speaker going and had been asked to turn it down twice, both times interpreting it as a volume suggestion rather than a request. Eli watched it all with his coffee till he heard his name. “Thorne.” He turned and found Lucien crossing the courtyard with a folder under his arm and he could tell he had a reason to be here, which was tec

Lucy opened her own laptop, her hands shaking so much she could barely type. They worked in that suffocating quiet for over an hour. The only sounds were the clicking of keys on their laptops. Every time their hands came close to each other while reaching for a shared textbook, Jonathan would pull back instantly. Lucy realized then that she couldn't go back. She looked at the man across from her and knew that the quiet, obedient girl who followed Adrian’s orders had died in the storm. Even if Jonathan never kissed her again, the memory of it had changed the way she saw herself. She didn't want to be a trophy. She didn't want to be a solution to a debt.