Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I plant my elbows on the table and lean forward. “Who knows about this?”
“The inner circle.”
“Your source?”
“Dr Lenin. The new psychotherapist works in his facility.”
That’s close enough to be chalked up to false rumours. Dr Lenin has no reason to lie to Harris, considering he gives him the best investments – on my behalf.
Since Aurora disappeared right after Maxim’s trial, I had to at least keep an eye on him in case she went to visit her father.
She didn’t. Not once.
Considering how she ended things with him, I’m not surprised. That woman has so much stubbornness in her, it sparks in her stormy eyes like waves. However, there’s a slightly broken quality to her, too. A vulnerability I’ve caught a glimpse of whenever Maxim’s name is mentioned.
“Keep me updated on that. And, Harris?”
“Yes, sir?”
“I need eyes on her.”
“Consider it done.” He nods again and leaves.
I rub my forefinger against my chin, contemplating where Maxim’s call for parole is coming from. Does it have to do with Aurora’s reappearance?
The image of her murky blue eyes returns to memory. The way she trembled in fear but still held her ground when I gripped her chin.
I’ve had grown men shake in front of me, yet Aurora didn’t shy away from giving me a piece of her mind. Even after she knew I had her and H&H by the throat.
Literally and figuratively.
If I choose to, I can blow her little company to irredeemable pieces.
I won’t, though.
At least, not until I have what I want from her.
I sip my cognac, letting the strong liquid burn my throat as I recall the slight twitch in those red lips while she stared up at me.
She held my gaze, I’ll give her that.
Now I’m tempted to see how far I can push her before she stops doing so.
I’m no saint. I’ve had my fair share of women after Alicia’s death, but each and every one of them were gone within the night. Harris made them all sign NDAs that ensure they’ll run the other way the moment they see me again.
This is the first time I’ll keep someone close. Not because I want her close, but because I’ll untangle her piece by each bloody piece.
Aurora Harper might be a carbon copy of my wife, but I’m beginning to see they’re nothing alike.
Clarissa – Aurora – was a wild child. She sang off tune and danced sporadically when she thought no one was watching, then hid behind Alicia’s wedding dress when people were around.
Something tells me she’s still the same. She’s hiding something, and as it happens, I’m good with riddles and wars.
Especially wars.
I stand up and stop by my glass chessboard on the coffee table. It has an unfinished game from when I played alone this morning.
Now that both Aiden and Levi are gone, I have no one to play with but myself. There’s Harris, but he’s too obsessed with his tablet to pay enough attention to chess.
Usually, I make one of my sides lose just so I can win afterwards.
Let’s say it’s a vicious cycle.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I retrieve it.
Aiden. Speak of the devil.
“Jonathan, finally.”
“Hello to you, too, son.”
“Forget about that. Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”
“One, you’re on your honeymoon on my island, and if I might add, you still didn’t thank me for it. Two, some of us have work to do.”
To say my relationship with my son is strained would probably be putting it lightly. He’s hated me since his mother’s death. Not that I mind. It’s his hatred for me that’s made him grow up into the man he is today.
While I do not approve of his taste in women, I have no doubt King Enterprises will be in good hands twenty or thirty years from now.
There’s a pause on the other end of the line before he speaks quietly. “Who is she?”
“Who is who?”
“You know exactly who I’m talking about. Who the fuck was that woman who looked like Alicia’s ghost? And don’t even try to tell me you don’t know everyone who appeared at the wedding.”
This is long overdue. Aiden’s been trying to reach me since the wedding, and I know it’s not because he misses me. Avoiding his question is only delaying the inevitable.
“She’s your aunt.”
“My aunt? Since when do I have an aunt?”
“You always did. Aurora is Alicia’s half-sister. She was born after an affair between your grandmother and a commoner from the North. That’s why no one likes to talk about her existence.”
“Why didn’t I know?”
“Because neither Alicia nor Aurora wanted you to.”
“As if that explains everything. Why is she back now?”
That’s what I would like to find out, and I will. She’ll also tell me all about the shitstorm that went down after Maxim Griffin’s arrest.
‘I saw the devil today, darling. I think he’s coming after me.’