ログインThe striking, facial structure. Sydney is an absolute, undeniable replica of the woman in the vintage photograph—Tobias’s mother. The almost psychotic protectiveness Tobias has shown toward Sydney from the very first moment he met her. The massive financial safety nets he threw under her, the fact
Before I can even open my mouth to apologize for breaking into his house, Tobias speaks. His voice is incredibly quiet, completely devoid of its usual sharp authority, yet it carries a heavy, haunting weight that pins me right to the carpet. "For years..." he murmurs, his finger continuing its slow
I stand frozen on the gravel path, the engine of Sydney’s departing car roaring in my ears. I watch the taillights of her vehicle bounce over the cemetery threshold, disappearing completely from sight, and with every inch of distance she puts between us, my heart shatters into a million jagged, irre
My throat locks up. I’ve seen Owen angry, I’ve seen him arrogant, and I’ve seen him lethal in a courtroom. But I have never seen him cry like this. "I am so sorry for leaving you in that jail cell, Sydney," he whispers again, his voice cracking completely now as he stares down at my lips. "I know n
The second Owen’s fingers touch the chrome handle of his sleek black sedan, I violently twist out of his reach. I yank myself away from his side, clutching the lapels of his oversized designer suit jacket against my chest like a shield. He freezes, his hand dropping from the door as he whips his he
My stomach completely drops. The press. The paparazzi who were banned from the main service have already spotted the commotion from the outer gates. Long, heavy camera lenses are already poking through the iron bars, the rapid, machine-gun clicking of shutters filling the air as they capture every
I completely pull away this time, ignoring the way she whimpers slightly in her sleep at the loss of heat. I stand up, feeling slightly woozy as the blood rushes to my head. The room tilts for a second before coming into sharp focus. I straighten my rumpled dress shirt, feeling like a mess. I need
The first thing I register is warmth...a soft, radiating heat that definitely doesn’t belong to my high-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets. Then there’s the scent. It’s not the sharp, masculine smell of my own room or the faint lingering bourbon on my breath. It’s lilies and... woman...ly. My ey
"I’m telling you, Greg," Tobias is saying, his voice booming with the confidence of a man who just birthed a masterpiece. "Sydney is the best of the best. She didn't just play the role; she became the soul of this film. We’re looking at awards, gentlemen. Mark my words." The investors laugh, that r
He shrugs, looking back and forth between us with an amused glint in his eyes. "Well, her birthday was yesterday and since you apparently dropped the ball, I’m stepping in. And then, Tobias would be taking us both to Paris for the weekend. A little celebratory trip for finishing the reshoots." Pari







