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When he looked up, Willow was watching him knowingly. “I’m sorry… what did you say?” he asked. “I said… Have you told her you loved her?” “Willa… come on…” “Well, Fab… You might as well answer her,” Grant said around a mouthful of sandwich. “You know what she’s like. Willa won’t let up until you’ve given her name, rank and serial number, and the keys to the biggest bank in the world.” Grant slid his arm around his wife as he spoke, and Willow leaned into his embrace.

I begged in pity. Will’s smile deepened cruelly, “Anything?” he repeated, tilting his head slightly, like he wanted to taste the word on his tongue. "What?"

From Will's expression, it was clear that he could also tell that Jeff had accepted defeat. "So you finally understand your situation, then? That's a smart choice, I must say. There's no need to fight it. You're very much outnumbered. No one who comes in here leaves alive, except I want them to, and you already know that I would never let you leave here alive. I refuse to give you an easy death like the others, because I intend to have some long-awaited fun with you. The least you can do is spare your ladylove the horror of seeing you die horribly. Don’t worry, you can take consolation in the fact that I’ll make hers quick. You have my word." Will sneered, waving the gun to indicate that Jef

The first year after my mother became a star, I learned that children give their fathers gifts on Father's Day. I didn't have a gift. I only had the letter Mom left behind for him. In my earliest memories, Mom was always on the balcony, talking to Dad on the phone. When I was three, she said, "Five million hush money? What is that supposed to buy? I spent it ages ago. I want cash now!" When I was four, she cried into the phone, "You're successful now. Just let a few crumbs slip through your fingers, treat it like spare change for a beggar!" When I was five, those phone calls stopped. Mom came back to us inside a wooden box. The lawyer told me that not a single penny of Mom's bank acco

She walked past the table and stopped in front of Willa. “Mother.” Willa gave a short nod. Her expression stayed cool. She had asked them to come because the will required everyone to be present. That was the only reason any of us were standing here. “Sit down,” Willa said. “Breakfast is still out. You’ll go to your rooms after.” My mother’s brother looked up. “When’s the will being read?” “Tomorrow night,” Willa answered. “After the party.” I wasn’t looking forward to it. My mother moved toward the table. Willa’s eyes found me.

He grinned maniacally through his cracked lips, genuinely believing he had just forced Ethan into the ultimate, unresolvable stalemate. Ethan stopped walking, standing just a few feet away from the edge of the desk. He looked down at the trembling old villain with a mixture of quiet pity and absolute, uncompromising disdain. "You think you truly understand the power and legacy of a master watchmaker, old man?" Ethan said softly, slowly raising his left arm. The Chronos-Anchor began to glow with a brilliant, blinding golden light that illuminated every dark corner of the study. The rhythmic, heavy ticking of its internal brass gears echoed through the walls like the steady beating of a giant,

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Adam says, waving him in. Will raises a blond eyebrow and walks over to us, one hand in his hair and the other on his hip. He’s what I would call a pretty boy with daddy’s checkbook. And he flaunts it all the time. From his expensive clothes, to his truck and drops hundreds every time he goes out. Spoiled playboy in the flesh. “Did someone die or something? What's with the look? Get on with it.” “It’s nothing like that. It’s just—”

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

He picks his books and shuts his locker. "Come on", he says and walks away with Jake. "Did Will just stutter?", Genny asked once Will leaves their sight. "Is that out of place?" "That has never happened since I've known Will, whoa!" "Whatever is wrong with him must be a big problem" "He'll probably sort himself out. He's very strong-hearted" "You think so?" "I know so" "Are you sure?" "Who has known him for three years? That's me you know"