King of Nothing Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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“Diana adores her.” I know she’s talking about Elora.

“I’m not surprised.”

“And you love her.”

“Yes.”

“When I met your father…” She shakes her head. “Your real father, all I wanted was for my parents to accept him, to give him a chance.” She looks out the window that overlooks the small backyard. “They never did, and I despised them for that. I swore I would never be like them. I promised myself that no matter who my kids brought home, I would accept them regardless of their money or background.” Her eyes meet mine. “Then I treated Elora exactly as my parents treated your dad.”

“Diana and Giorgio met him?”

“Once, but my father sized him up and found him lacking before Kenneth even said a word.” Her smile is small and filled with nostalgia. “Not that your dad cared what my father thought about him.”

“You loved him?” I whisper, and tears fill her eyes.

“He’s the only man I ever truly loved.” Shaking her head, she wipes away the tears before they can fall. “I don’t want you to think I don’t love Ricardo because I do; it’s just different.”

“I understand.” My fingers itch to reach out and take her hand, but we’ve never had that kind of relationship. Even the hug she gave me at the hospital was a surprise to me. Then again, growing up, physical touch to offer comfort to someone wasn’t something her dad would have allowed. He would have taken giving or receiving a hug as an act of weakness and Ricardo is cut from the same cloth.

“I guess you probably do.” Her eyes wander over my face. “I hope you’ll give me—us—the chance to get to know her.”

“I would like that. Being here has been a lot for her, and she’s still trying to find her footing.”

“We’ll plan for dinner. Sofia likes her. Lucia is… well… Lucia. So, you’ll have to give her time, but she’ll eventually warm up.”

“She’s not going anywhere, so there’s time.” I start to stand but stop when she reaches for me.

“I’m sorry about Val.” A fresh wave of tears fills her eyes, and a crushing weight lands in the center of my chest. Val was her baby; he pushed the boundaries set up by her father and later her husband by giving her that love and comfort no one else was brave enough to. I’m sure she misses the gentle affection he would often force on her, even though she pretended it annoyed her when he was here.

“I know.”

“And I know the decision was made by the doctors in the end, but hearing them agree with you after you pushed so hard was difficult.”

“He would have hated being stuck there,” I tell her gently. The pain surrounding that decision no longer feels as heavy as it once did, and I know it’s because of Elora and the closure she gave me while searching for her own.

“I miss him every single day.” She chokes on a sob. Unable to just sit and watch her cry, I push back from the table and walk around to where she’s sitting. “I’m okay.” Ignoring her lie, I drag her out of her chair.

“I’m sorry.” I wrap my arms around her and hold her as she soaks my tee with her tears.

I don’t have a child, but having Elora in my life now after years of feeling alone, I’m not sure how I would survive without her or if I even could if something suddenly took her from me.

When her tears begin to lessen, and her body goes limp against me, I move her back to her chair and help her sit before I squat in front of her.

“Have you spoken to anyone?”

“What do you mean?” she asks, wiping her cheeks before picking up her glass of wine.

“Have you talked to anyone about Val’s death, about how you’re coping with his loss, and everything that has happened with Diana?”

“I don’t need to talk to anyone.” She waves me away like the question, and the suggestion that she can’t handle the pain she’s feeling on her own is ridiculous.

“Everyone needs someone to talk to.”

“Who do you talk to?”

“Elora. It’s not always comfortable or easy, but it does help.”

“I’ll think about it. Sofia told me about a group of women who meet up once a week to talk about their kids they’ve lost.”

“That might be good for you.”

“Maybe.” She takes her eyes off me and fiddles with the stem of her wineglass.

“I’ll even go with you if you want.”

Her eyes dart to mine, and her face goes soft in a way I have never once in my life witnessed.

“I’ll let you know,” she whispers, and that’s as good as I’m going to get for now. “I think I’m going to take a nap.”

“Sure.” I push up to stand, then help her up.


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