The Third Son A Novel Novels & Stories

What would Bolton's death do to Melody's remaining string of sanity? A slight ping of guilt washed over Cassie. At the end of the day, the poor woman lost her abusive husband and brother in-law. Sure, the Thomas brothers were douches, but they were still Melody's family, and it was clear in Cassie's dream that Melody and Thomas were close. They appeared connected by their mutual disdain for Cassie, but she understood the role of family and the bonds that form even between the most dysfunctional people.

It reminded me of that winter three years ago, when Tanya had been cornered in her own home. “Does it really have to come to this, Callum? I thought I meant the world to you. You promised to take care of me forever… “Sarah is so little. Do you want her to grow up without a father? “Just come back, and I’ll get rid of Gavin. You can run the business however you see fit. Please?” I traced my ring finger. The pale indentation was a ghostly reminder of the three years spent in the shadows of our marriage. However, time could heal it all.

He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states. And Celine, the road trips. The whispered promises. The long shifts at the hospital where Celine, my best friend, covered for me just so I could race to Jeremy for dinner. The nights I stayed with her, crying about him pulling away, and she stroked my hair and swore she’d never let anyone hurt me. My stomach twisted violently.

She even mentioned that in three days, it would be a whole week since his passing. I glanced at her coldly and said, "He won't even be able to reincarnate with a mother like you giving him a send-off. You brought this upon yourself. Those who harm others will eventually harm themselves in return!"

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

"Dylan Skinner, you're under investigation for intentional harm and illegal organ trafficking. You need to come with us." My mother's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible! My son just had a kidney transplant. He was only discharged today. How could he hurt anyone, let alone traffic organs?" My father shook his head, looking at Dylan lying pale on the bed. "My son has been weak since he was a kid. He barely even socializes. How would he have the chance to do something like that? You've got the wrong person!" Janice's voice trembled as she spoke. "Then can you tell me where Curtis is right now?"

Karen Joy pursed her lips and said, "Could you ask your brother on my behalf? Did your President ever leave Country A when he was about 16 years old?" Although Nathaniel was unwilling to admit to her, Karen Joy still believed in her guts. She would never give up until she figured everything out. "You don't have to ask my brother about these things. You just need to ask me. Our new President is the third son of the former President. He had been staying in the country all the time. It's impossible for him to wander outside for so long." Samantha was completely sure. Although she was not close to him, her brother told her a lot of stories.

Caleb, eyes still narrowed, as if wondering aloud, continued, "The third son's the only one with a lick of sense. And that power-hungry eldest...is not worth my time." With a final, decisive gesture, he swung his hand down. The armored limo rolled forward, tearing off toward the airport.