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Chapter 73: The Sinclair Soirée- Part 12

Leonel ~~~Walking back into the hall is like stepping from one version of hell into another.The press round me as I come in, all of them asking something about the Axion R7 I was supposed to be getting for James, but even though I want to push them away to get to where Ava and Nicco are standing, I force my most strained smile and say in a tone I’m not sure sounds particularly inviting,“I’m having it sent to him.”James Ferguson, who had pushed his way to the front of the crowd, trying to get to me and ask about the phone, stops short at the tone of my voice.I know I should be extra nice to him, especially because however I act tonight will determine my new reputation for days to come, but I keep seeing Nicco bent towards Ava, his eyelids lowered in attraction.There’s no denying it, he wants her. And that makes me want absolutely nothing more than to tear out his dirty blonde hair.“Excuse me,” I say, trying to sound kind but really talking to James in a half-threatening manner

Chapter 74: The Sinclair Soirée- Part 13

Leonel ~~~Hot. Everything feels hot.I wind my fingers in her hair, tugging painfully, but she only groans into the kiss, a sound so primal that for a moment I think we’re animals.My hands move without thinking, the same way my cock sticks up at the familiar taste of strawberries on Ava’s lips, and the next thing I know, I’m clawing at the front of her dress. I grunt as I fix my hands on the lace.I rip the long material, desperate to feel more of her, to have more of her, to sink into her fucking wet pussy.“Oh, fuck,” she cries, shrugging off my suit in between pants.“I’m sorry.” I’m already muttering in between kisses, but she’s not looking at me. “Ava, I’m fucking sorry, there’s another dress here, I—”She finally lifts her eyes to mine, and they nearly shock the cum out of me. “Shut up and kiss me, Leonel. I wouldn’t ask you again.”Oh, fuck me.I crane her neck up aggressively, shoving my tongue down her throat. She responds with the same vigor, and as she steps out of the

Chapter 75: The Sinclair Soirée- Part 14

Ava ~~~“I love you.”The words reverberate in my head, waking me up from my haze of pleasure.Leonel looks down at me with sincere grey eyes. I’ve never known him to wear his emotions on his face, but here he is, openly showing me all of him, and all of him is telling me he loves me.I open my mouth to say something back, but every word in the English dictionary has left my brain, and I’m not sure they will ever return.No man, not even James, had told me they loved me. And I never thought in a million lifetimes that my first would be Leonel Sinclair. Leonel Sinclair who has made me feel more in less than six months than anyone else ever has in my 24 years of living.“Leonel, I—” I begin whispering, then stop, because I can’t recall anything else to say.“Y te ves como todo lo que siempre he querido,” he says in Spanish, his eyes burning holes into mine. “I told you that right before the Soirée and said I’d explain what it means when we’re done. I know we still have some time, but

Chapter 76: The Sinclair Soireé - Part 15

Ava ~~~ Everyone who's anyone is asking about my paintings.I feel overwhelmed as famous people in green and black surround me, separating me from Leonel in their numbers.“I’ll find you later, Ava,” he tells me as our fingers unclasp, and as excited as I am to talk about my art, I would have loved to talk about it with him at my side.Still, it's an incredible opportunity, and these rich people suddenly seem to be at my beck and call, asking me to name my price on the pieces that they manage to stand on.Even James Ferguson, now drunk out of his mind, tells me Leonel can keep his Axion Tech R7 if he can get my abstract painting called “Lessons in Lavender.”By the time I manage to push past them, I've got enough offers to do paintings at around 3 million dollars, and that's before the night even ends.“I can’t believe any of this,” I gasp at Evie, still in a daze from the business owner who offered to pay me $500,000 to do 6 original pieces for his vacation home. “Evie, after thi

Chapter 77: The Sinclair Soireé - Part 16

Leonel~~~What the hell do you mean it's not him?!” I yell, my voice rattling off the grimy dungeon walls.I hope she’d burst out laughing, tell me it's some sort of sick joke, but she only bends down to assess James’ ashen face and shakes her head.“One thing I'm good at, pretty boy, is my job. You gave me a task to dig into the man’s past and I did. Got his name and picture and everything,” she points to the James on the floor. “This man? An incredible look-alike, but not him.”My heart slams against my ribcage, threatening to break free. I remember James’ cries to be set free, telling me he wasn't the one I was looking for, and every bone in my body feels like it might snap in half.“But he rushed out of the hall when everything was going on. We collected the Somnus Chorsyn button from him.”The Madame stretches her hand to me without looking away from James. “Show me the button.”I pull it out of my pocket, making an intentional effort to keep my hands steady and place it in her

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Jaxon Pierce THE FIRST ~~~ The first was my mother. A red-haired beauty with the most electrifying green eyes known to man, named Violet Pierce. She loved me, I know she did, but she loved to travel a whole lot more. For long stretches of time, my mother would leave me alone, but when I was young, only 8, her excuses made sense. "I'm going on a long work trip," she would promise me, giving me her soft smile that told me everything would be okay. Why should I have doubted her? She was my perfect, loving mother after all. I assumed those long trips for work were a good enough reason for her to leave me alone with my stepdad, Greg, who liked drinking more than my mother. Who liked violence too, particularly violence towards me that left me bruised and almost dead. It wasn’t until she went on one of these work trips when I was 9 and didn't come back for over a month that I started to realize the cracks in her excuses. "When will mummy be back from her work trip?" I dared to

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Jaxon Pierce THE SECOND ~~~ Then there was Hazel Levine. Pretty Hazel. Kind Hazel. Red-haired Hazel with her stunning green eyes. She was one of the first friends I made in juvie after my arrest. At below 10 years old, there aren’t really many people in the world who would determine I was a bad person, no matter how grotesque what i’d done was. That’s why the court ruled a little in my favour. Two dead parents when one was neglectful and the other was abusive? I was given a few years with probation and a slap on the wrist. But before my probation began, I was forced into a juvenile mental health rehabilitation centre for five years, where troubled young children could live their days talking to therapists or some shit. It was boring. It was so fucking boring. I would count the tiles on walls when I was bored, replay my parents’ deaths in my head when I regretted what brought me here. That calmed me. Their deaths were necessary. Four years into this torture, when I w

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Jaxon Pierce THE SECOND (ll) ~~~ Over the next few months, my hatred for Hazel Levine grew like her swelling belly.She always needed something: food, diapers, her feet rubbed, her body complimented. Not to mention how much this pregnancy showed me just how mentally ill she was.She would wake up screaming in the middle of the night, claiming she’d seen me in a dream hurt her and our baby. She claimed it was because I had hit her, barely looking me in the eyes anymore.I thought she was being cruel. After all, had I not used half of my meager salary to buy her flowers as an apology?“I worry about our baby’s safety with you, and it’s causing me to spiral,” she told me once, four months into her pregnancy and one month into a depressive episode that was driving me mad.“Your baby,” I corrected her, my anger trying to convince me to hit her again. “I don’t want it. The child is yours.”Usually, that was enough for Hazel to fall in line, because when I didn’t want something, it was

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Jaxon Pierce THE THIRD ~~~~Then there was Ava. My Ava.Ava Jade Allard.What were the odds that I would stumble upon a man who saw me as his son, with a red-haired, green-eyed daughter with the name that shot pure happiness and desire through my system?Jade.Before Adrian took me to the place I was meant to stay for rehoming, he stopped at his house first, telling me he needed to see his wife for something.I remember that day, at the back of a police car with this red-haired charity man as the idiot pregnant with my baby went home with her parents. I remember stopping in front of the sort of house I’d only ever seen from afar, with pretty flowers adorning the porch and a big backyard full of memories.I remember feeling everything and nothing, hatred and anticipation. Adrian came down from the car, jogging up to the front door as if this home was his heaven, but the person who came out when he knocked was not his wife.It was mine.My heart did a jolt as I took in Ava for the

Author’s Note

Oh my God, Wylders… PHEW! Raise your hand if you’re actually so freaking tired of hearing from HIM (Quietly raises hand.) I hate that guy, but listen… I didn’t think it would take this long, and now that it has we have to see it through. One last HIM chapter for now, okay? Pinky-promise🤞 (if you stay long enough I’ll put in an Oliver chapter, I know we’re all dying to hear what he has to say 🥹) But let’s take a second to rest together, and you tell me what the heck you think about this plot twist! (I’d say it’s pretty impressive and the author needs to be complimented profusely. Wink, Wink) Any other thoughts? Prayers? Hopes for our characters? As always I love you guys to the moon and back, and I see my readers who have gone through nearly 90 CHAPTERS with me???? How do you guys do it? I’m impressed. Stick around, there’s still SOOOOOO much story to uncover, and I’ll be here as long as it takes to unearth it. Love always, Rachelle Wylde.

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