The Billionaire's Forgotten Bride
"Aegis mercenaries do not do math homework, Aria. And stop trying to bribe Marcus."
The domestic tranquility was suddenly, violently shattered by the heavy, rhythmic thumping of helicopter rotors echoing over the valley.
Ethan stood up instantly, brushing the dirt from his knees. The relaxed father vanished in a microsecond, the Warlord’s instincts flaring. He stepped in front of Julian, his gray eyes scanning the horizon.
A sleek, matte-black VTOL drop-ship banked aggressively over the cypress trees, the Aegis Global crest painted on its tail.
"It’s ours," Zara noted, standing up, though a knot of anxiety tightened in her chest.