The Third Party Novels & Stories

I could drop dead any second. All I cared about was my dad's broken ring. I scooped up the black shards and tucked them into a velvet box. Didn't matter how I tried to fix it—some things just don't go back. *** Three months into treatment, Lorenzo still found me. Guess Elisa caved. Lorenzo looked wrecked—scruffy, red-eyed, all that cold mafia polish worn down to something raw. "Chiara..." he croaked from the doorway. I stayed leaning on the headboard, voice barely there. "The engagement's off. We're just history now. What do you want?"

“But you found the person?” “At least one of them,” she crossed her arms as she looked up and exhaled deeply. “Josh thinks there’s more. He’s been helping me deal with the financials and he says all signs point to a West Coast counterpart to our East Coast rat. Maybe even an accomplice in our Asian and European offices.” “Josh eh,” I turned towards her, tilting my head to the side as I grinned, suggestively wiggling my eyebrows. “So you’ve been seeing more of him.”

“How could she be mated to the three of us?” Lyra’s eyes swung back to me, colder now. “Rhea you know I love Cassian. How could you be his mate?” “Everybody go home. The party is cancelled.” Lucian’s voice boomed through the hall, making my heart jolt. The chatter stopped instantly, like he’d sucked the air out of the room. People began shuffling toward the exits murmuring low. I caught flashes of wide eyes, furrowed brows, and people glancing between me and the triplets as they slipped out.

"Mrs. Vantor, I found something. Three years ago, Mr. Vantor secretly sent a baby girl to Sunshine Children’s Home. There’s a public donation event there today, and he’s on the invited donor list." My breath caught. I flagged down a taxi at the roadside. "Sunshine Children’s Home. Hurry."

Then he reached into the jacket beside him and placed a document on the table. She didn't touch it. She looked at him. "There is a third party," he said. "Someone who funded the original operation. Not Marco. Not me. Someone who has been behind both of us since the beginning and who is considerably more dangerous than either." His voice was completely level. "I cannot touch him. I have tried twice in fifteen years and both times the attempt was redirected back at me before it even formed." He looked at the document. "But you can." She looked at the document.

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Caspien replied. "How is she?" Caspien paused to think of an answer, and when he got one, Ethan gasped on the other line. "She's still as beautiful as ever," Caspien said, smiling. "But I don't have any plans of getting back with her. She has eyes for someone else now, and I'm happy for her." Of course, that was a lie. But Caspien couldn't help but feel genuinely defeated. One way or another, Shaun would definitely have someone who could stay by her side for a very long time.

Grant's face went black. He left the room faster and faster, almost running down the corridor. There was no way Elara Cross was with Adrian Blackwell. Adrian Blackwell, the man who had blocked him at every turn in business. Last year, Adrian beat him to the South Harbor development project. Last month, Adrian interfered with an overseas shipment Grant had been counting on. Elara knew all of this. Grant clenched his jaw so hard it hurt. His hands trembled slightly as he jabbed the elevator button.

he said. "Okay, let's do this. Who knows, that third book is already on its way," Cela said. Hyun's eyes grew bigger. Thankfully, they are just talking on the phone and Cela can't see how excited he is to hear the news first hand from her. Tomorrow will be perfect.

They didn't have banners, and they didn't have names, but the weight of their collective step rattled the tin cups on our ledger-table. Xander stood up from the threshold, his knuckles raw and black with the slag of the Executor's tray. He didn't look at the mountains; he looked at the path of fresh snow where the leather-heeled tracks were already being filled by the heavy, square indentations of combat boots. The ember beneath his scars flared again, a low, defensive amber that flickered like a candle in a draft. "The Third Party," Xander said, his voice sounding flat, drained of the warmth he had found while hauling cedar. "The system doesn't close an accou