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"Really?" "That's why I came to you, only you can help me and I would help you in return, I don't like you, trust me but i need your help, your power as the president of lunatex corp" James replied. "What do you want?" Caden asked. "My sister -" "I'm not marrying your sister, I already have Lia to deal with," Caden interrupted. "What? No! There's no way I would allow that, and she's nine years old!" James frowned.

They understood each other. James, thirteen. The builder. He builds things — actual physical things, which neither of his parents particularly does. He built a functional trebuchet at eleven for a school project, which the school was ambivalent about and which launched a water balloon a distance that impressed everyone at a range that concerned several people. He built a working radio at twelve. He is currently building something in the barn annex that he describes as an experiment and that involves enough circuitry that Damien has quietly asked a friend with electrical engineering expertise to check in periodically. James has Damien's jaw and Aria's stubbornness and his own specific quality

"We really did." James walked in behind her, carrying a stuffed rabbit. "Uncle reporting for duty! Where is the heir to the empire?" He looked at Emma, and his usual joking demeanor vanished. He reached out a finger, and Emma grabbed it in her sleep. "Whoa," James breathed. "Strong grip. She's going to be a gamer." "Or a linebacker," Noah suggested proudly. Then came the grandparents. Patricia and David West entered with an air of reverence. David, the intimidating patriarch, melted the moment he saw his granddaughter.

The city skyline stretched out before James as he sat at his desk in the towering headquarters of Valquez Enterprises. It had been a few months since Patrick’s birth, and his life was full of both joy and responsibility. He adored being a father, though juggling his growing business empire and newfound parenthood was taking its toll. Lately, James had felt an unfamiliar weariness settle over him. The fatigue was more than the usual demands of his relentless schedule; it clung to him like a shadow. His mind raced through meetings and numbers, but his body struggled to keep up.

“She wants to hurt us. All of us.” Footsteps padded down the hallway. James appeared in the doorway in his pajamas, clutching his stuffed dinosaur. “I can’t sleep,” he mumbled. “Everyone’s too loud.” The arguing stopped instantly. James climbed onto my bed, careful of my stomach like always. He settled against my side, small and warm. “Are the bad people trying to hurt us again?” he asked in a whisper. My heart cracked. “No, sweetheart. We’re just having a grown-up discussion.”

I know who it’s from before I even open it. I’m in the kitchen, barefoot, hair still wet from the shower, making coffee while Killian wrestles Rory’s little brother into a shirt that says BIG BROTHER: EXPERT AT ANNOYING SISTERS. James (three years old, red curls, Killian’s exact smirk) is laughing so hard he can’t stand up. Rory (ten going on thirty) is at the table writing her fifth-grade graduation speech on the back of an old oncology report because she says “it feels right.” I slit the envelope with a butter knife.

Emma wandered toward the section of notebooks and journals, her fingers brushing spines until she paused at one with a simple cover. “You like that one?” James asked softly. Emma nodded. “I want to write again. Not for anyone else. For myself.” James smiled. “Take it.” At the counter, the bookseller offered a friendly nod. No recognition. No whispers. James realized how much he missed small moments of anonymity like this—being an ordinary man buying a book at night. Outside, the air had grown colder. They walked slowly back to the car. As James settled Ethan into his seat, the boy murmured, half-asleep, “Papa.”

James was clearly unhappy with their sudden appearance. Cheryl was exceptionally annoyed by the old man’s words too, her face was filled with disgust. ‘What do you mean by ‘spinster’? ‘I just have high standards for men!’ James replied, “What brings you here, Wilson? What makes you think I’d welcome you at my doorstep? Were you banned from working in Michigan? Is that why?” This old man was Patrick Wilson, he had quite a history with James. The two used to be apprentices under a famous doctor, they were like godbrothers. James was older than Patrick, so became the older brother.

Patrick told James. “That sounds ominous, please take a seat,” James told him and then he sat down on his chair. “So, what is this news that couldn't wait till the end of the week?” James asked Mr. Patrick. “Well, you know how you asked me to continue trailing Anna and Dylan?” Patrick asked James and James didn't like the tone of his voice at all, it was like he was about to deliver bad news. “Yes, did something happen?” James asked him, already dreading what his answer would be.

Patricia responded, polite but curt, as if she were eager for Emily to disappear at any moment. “I take it you’re quite close to my husband,” Patricia probed, clearly determined to keep control of the conversation. “Since he was a boy,” James cut in. “His father and I went to Harvard together.” “Wow,” Emily said lightly. “That’s a really long history.” “James is his godfather,” Patricia added pointedly. “Yes,” James continued, chuckling. “I won the rights during a dare back in college. Called dibs on his first son.”