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But as I delved deeper into Lachlan's files, I stumbled upon a document that made my heart skip a beat. It was a confidential agreement, signed by Lachlan and several of his associates, outlining a plan to acquire a rival company through any means necessary. The language was vague, but the implications were clear – Lachlan was willing to do whatever it took to eliminate the competition. I felt a wave of unease wash over me as I realized the true extent of Lachlan's ruthlessness. Was this the man I was willing to surrender to, to trust with my heart and my story?

I'm not promising that though 😅. AN: I want you guys thoughts on this question, *sigh*. I'm conflicted, very conflicted on how to describe Nathaniel's character because in my book where I've written the manuscript of this book although, it's a very short story with maybe 28 chapters. I described Nathaniel as a dark lover in my written manuscript but with you guys now, I'm having second thoughts of changing him to cheesy, lovesick guy yet possessive though I've already changed him to that.

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

I move to walk their way and help, but Falcon catches my elbow, gently. “Please…” he whispers, his voice cracking. “We must speak.” I whip around to face him, and I nearly fall over. The ache in his eyes, the heaviness of thousands of years of the torture he lived evident on his brow and sullen brown eyes. “Speak about what, Lachlan?” I offer, quirking a brow. “I was blinded. She purposefully—” “No, I don’t want to do this right now.” I hiss at him, but he picks up where he left off.

“He’s mine. He’s always been mine.” Lachlan, seated on his iron throne, regarded her with a calm that belied his power. His dark hair was streaked with silver, and his piercing eyes held the weight of centuries. “The MacDonnell treaty complicates things, lass,” he said, his voice measured. “Ye ken the rules of magic.” “I dinna care about their treaty!” she snapped, her fists clenched at her sides. “I’ve waited decades for him. He belongs to me.”

CHAPTER 16 Two weeks ago: David couldn’t keep her out for long. It was after the third time the Beast took him that Sally read the pamphlet Jane had given her. After the section on Hettie of the Hedgerow, Sally flipped forward in the pamphlet to the next chapter where she found the section on the ‘Curse of the McCavendish family.’ The chapter was on Phantom Black Dogs of the Highlands and the Gaelic mythological hound Cù-Sith in particular. It was the last section of this chapter that opened her eyes to the complicity of everyone who lived in Dunballan, including Jane. It was here that she learned something of the dark burden of David’s family:

Chapter 3 Lyra's POV "Could you place your luggage here please," the security lady said, pointing to the conveyor belt with a bored expression. I quickly lifted my bag onto the scanning machine, watching it disappear into the tunnel. My chest felt heavier with each passing second. I hadn't slept at all last night, tossing and turning as I tried desperately not to think about Nathan. But every time I closed my eyes, I could see his cold face from yesterday morning, and hear his cruel words echoing in my head.

She rose slowly, leaning on the cane she pretended she did not need, and looked toward the house where Lillian rested. The girl she had lost. The woman she had protected too well. In Virex City, Nathaniel made a decision he had been avoiding. He called Lucas. “I need everything,” he said without preamble. “Not what we are allowed to see. What was hidden.” There was a pause on the line. “This will bring consequences,” Lucas said carefully. Nathaniel’s voice did not waver. “They are already here.” When the rain finally began, it fell hard and sudden, drenching streets and gardens alike. Lillian stirred in her sleep, breath hitching as images sharpened into unbearable clarity.

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

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.