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he whispered, almost to himself, like he hadn’t heard properly. The boy nodded quickly, still catching his breath. “She’s yelling—like really yelling. At the security too. She keeps shouting your name and saying you’ve been ignoring her calls—” Nathaniel cursed under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair, pacing once like a trapped animal. That calm, defensive front he had tried to hold in front of me? Gone. Completely gone. “Shit!” He cursed, then rushed out of the library. I went after him, not because I cared… okay I cared maybe a little bit.

My eyes narrowed, and I wondered if any part of her was still loyal, to the Lachlan “Mr. Lachlan and his wife lost their son that summer. Leonard. He was nineteen, the youngest of their children.” Clara paused, then forged on. “Leonard had taken several friends to one of his parents’ vacation homes. There was a fire. Leonard and three other young people perished.” I tried to wrap my mind around what she was saying: George Lachlan had written his daughters out of his will after the death of his son. He was never the same after

She didn’t look back. Behind her, Nathaniel watched her leave, his expression unreadable. Elara didn’t know it yet but after tonight, nothing in her life would ever be the same. *** Hello dear readeds. How did you find the chapter? This is just the beginning of Elara’s journey, her fall, her rise, and everything in between. Stay with her. The storm has only begun. Do give your reviews, comment and share the book If you're liking the storyline.

He was here, as Justin had asked of him, but there was no atonement for getting a friend killed. He stared out the massive living room window at a dark Cattenach Ranch, waiting on Olivia to return from upstairs. Justin had talked about his family and the land often, but somehow hadn't done any of it justice. Nate had envisioned a little farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by rolling hills and cows. Showed what he knew.

she said proudly. “Yeah,” Nathaniel murmured, not looking away. “Will she come home soon?” Charlotte asked softly. “She will,” he said. “When she’s finished with work.” Charlotte hummed and went back to fixing her doll’s hair. Nathaniel, however, kept watching. He was never one to just wait and wonder. With steady fingers, he began following the online chatter, reading comments, noting names. Quietly, bit by bit, he started putting together pieces of a story that felt unfinished… and one he might need to shield his sister from until the time was right.

Back to the woods, Lynx is kneeling down as his eyes watching the clouds pass one after the other. While Nathaniel loading his gun. "I want to thank the gods for giving me this life" he said clasping his hands together and fake tear drop on his left eye. "Natty" Lalaine suddenly called out. A sigh of relief lets out from him and sun seem to be shinning brightly, his savior came. "Let's chill, okay. I know it pisses us off but I think having fun is good. It doesn't hurt anyone, anyways" she said

Nathaniel Across the city, Nathaniel Crane leaned back in his leather chair, ice pressed to his bruised jaw. His men stood around him, waiting for orders. “Blackwood thinks he’s won,” he muttered, swirling whiskey in his glass. “But he doesn’t understand. Winning her in a fight doesn’t mean keeping her.” He smirked, though the bruise on his lip tugged painfully. “She came to me once. That seed is planted. Next time she runs, she won’t be walking into my den—she’ll be begging for sanctuary.”

Half-truths are always better than none. I am an unwilling Luna, and I will do everything to keep Amy safe. Nathan and Drew are alive. Are they too young to remember where the Red River Pack lands are located?. I am not sure; either way, I will find a means to contact them. They will not be pups forever. I vow to the moon goddess then and there that I will protect Amy with my life and seek vengeance against this cruel, heartless wolf and his pack for slaughtering my family. He will get no heirs from me. Layla pov

Not as an intruder, not as a woman who'd married her way into a fortune, but as the rightful line of the Vance estate. My breath came out in a thin plume of white mist. I took a sip of tea and tasted nothing. Every memory of my childhood a frugal, quiet life with a frail father who kept the books for a small-town firm in rural New South Wales felt like a canvas peeling back to show something darker underneath. "Kirrily." Lachlan's voice from the doorway wasn't the roar of the man who ruled Martin Place. It was broken, thick with a confusion that vibrated through the timber under my feet.

He pulled the covers up around Liam and Luca as well then ran his hand lightly through each of their hair. Nathan watched them for a few minutes, his eyes mostly focused on Luca, before going back to the kitchen and grabbing his glass of water. He made his way to the study and quietly shut the door behind him then took a seat at the desk, opening his laptop. He opened his email and pulled up the email address for the landlord of their vacation home and he opened a new message. . . Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And if you can, please support me by dropping a comment or gems <3... sincerely, me!!. . TBC