Hey Lovelies, I'm back. Just wanted to let you know that there will be one more bonus chapter before we start Gabe's book. Bye and take carešš„°.
Rowan. Fuck, I am a nervous wreck. My heart was beating erratically, and I could barely contain the shaking in my hands. The last time we did this, we were both young, and neither of us wanted it. Sheād been trying to escape from me with my baby, and Iād been angry at the whole universe for the fa
āYeah, what uncle Gabe said... Mom wouldnāt run; sheās excited about marrying you again. Her happiness is so sweet, itās enough to give someone a sugar rush.ā He gives me a smirk, one that is eerily similar to mine and that of Gabe. I was about to say something when the wedding march began. Standi
Book 2; Prologue. Gabe. I sit in my office, my mind reeling. Worry for my brother consumes me day and night. Itās been a couple of months since everything went south with Emma and since he informed us that he married Ava because heād gotten her pregnant. Since then, since he lost Emma, he hasnāt
That wasnāt my sector. Rowan is the one in charge of merging and acquiring new businesses. He was fucking good at that, but right now heās not in a position to do anything for that matter. At only twenty-two, we were on top of our game. Iām not fucking bragging, but everyone in our industry knew of
I stand on the side with a glass of champagne in my hand, just watching. Everyone seems to be happy and in a good mood, which is more I can say about myself. Weāre at the reception of Rowan and Avaās second wedding, yet I canāt bring myself to be excited. Donāt get me wrong, I am genuinely happy fo
I turn to my brother. I hadnāt even noticed that he was no longer by Avaās side. Iāve never seen him this happy, well apart from the day Noah was born and the day Iris called him papa for the first time. His smile was blinding and his eyes were shining. He looked and seemed different from the Rowan
I stare at the reports in my hands blankly. This past few weeks have been, to say the least, heavy. In other words, I fucking hated the last couple of weeks, especially because the board kept breathing down my fucking neck. Except for my dad, I wondered if the rest of the fuckers had nothing better
I get out of my car and slowly walk towards the mansion. My hands were trembling and my body was sweaty. I still couldnāt believe that it was done. That I was finally divorced from him. The proof of that was currently in my handbag. I was here to bring the final papers to him and to pick Noah up.