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OPHELIA “ALIA!” My legs refused to move. For one devastating heartbeat, they remained stuck on the spot, my wide eyes staring at the child at the bottom of the stairs. I waited to wake up from a nightmare, convinced my eyes were playing their tricks. When my legs finally decided to move, I flew down the stairs, not caring if my feet touched each staircase or not. “Alia.” I swept to the floor and carried her body to my thighs. “You’re bleeding.” Blood stained my palm as I pressed it against her forehead. Alia, please open your eyes. Open your eyes, I beg you.” I raised my head and looked at Selena and Julius at the top of the stairs. They had a shocked expression on their faces. “Somebody call an ambulance!” I cried. Returning my gaze to the child, I tapped her cheeks lightly. “Please don’t scare me like this. Open your eyes.” Little Alia’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She bunched my shirt weakly as she tried to nestle into me. Forcing a smile, I wiped the tear at the corner of

RONAN It wouldn’t stop. My home office felt more like a freezer than a workspace. The air conditioner hummed at its highest setting, yet It just wouldn’t stop. I tilted my head to one side, then the other, trying to ignore the irritation creeping along the back of my neck… my entire back. The itching should’ve stopped. I’d thought it had until it resurfaced a few days ago, beginning mainly at nights, just like now. My eyes stared at the wall clock at the other side of the room. 4 am. I’d barely had a wink of sleep. When the itch intensified, I clutched the glass of wine in my palm tighter, fighting the urge to scratch my burning skin and the memories that threatened to resurface. “Boss.” The door of my study creaked open followed by loud footsteps. I didn’t need to lift my gaze to know who it was. “I remember asking you to leave, Abraham. Didn’t I?” I slowly asked. He went speechless for a while and I heard the clatter of his teeth and the rubbing of his palms. “Boss, ar

OPHELIA The car immediately came to a screech at the side of the road. My face grew hot and I resisted the urge to look away when he spread one hand against the steering wheel and cocked his head to stare at me. Silence filled the car. “What did you say?” He broke the silence. I gripped the hem of my pajama shirt tightly and spoke. “I need the name of someone stronger than him.” Ronan assessed me. Amusement danced in his eyes as they pierced through mine, as if trying to read my thoughts. After a full minute of staring, he let out a quiet laugh and slowly ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes rolled down from my face to my body, each part that they fell upon causing a sting. I cleared my throat and pushed myself against the door. “Quite bold,” he finally muttered. “Marriage. Do you realize that I am your brother-in-law?” “More reason this would work.” “And me? I wonder what I will get out of this.” “You get to avenge your brother with me. Nothing would shat

OPHELIATheir heads whipped toward me immediately, color draining from their faces. Selena slowly stepped before Julius as I stopped in front of them, my hands still connecting in loud claps. “Go on. Pretend I’m not here,” I urged. “How did you get out of Jail? Didn’t they say bail isn’t available for you? Did you escape?” Selena fumed. She slipped a hand into her pant pocket and fished out her phone. “I’ll call the police. You’ve come to threaten Alia’s life again.” Anger washed over me as she dialed 911 and brought the phone to her ear. Before she could blink, I snatched the phone from her and smashed it against the floor, their eyes widening. “I was released. Surprising, right?”“What are you doing? Julius look.” She faced Julius who was staring at me with wide eyes like he was seeing a ghost. “Cat got your tongue?” My brows lifted. He looked away for a second and gentle expression— one I’d grown familiar with over our four years of marriage settled back into place. His acti

RONAN “Did you really agree to marry her?”It was the umpteenth time Abraham had asked since I’d unintentionally mentioned the previous day. He tracked behind me through the hospital lobby, ignoring the employees who bowed their heads as I passed on my way to the private elevator.“Seriously? You’re marrying her?” He pressed. He could be a fucking pain in the ass sometimes.“Did I stutter?” The elevator doors slid open and for a fleeting second, I considered shoving him off and going alone. “She’s your brother’s wife, sir.”“And?”“And she’s your sister-in-law. Isn’t it frowned upon?” He looked at me over the rim of the fashion glasses that he wore.“Have I ever cared what people say?” I glanced at my watch. He got quiet and hell, I inwardly thanked whatever damn thing within him that advised him to shut the hell up. With his brows furrowed, he followed me out of the elevator toward the Whitmores’ private ward.Halfway through the corridor, my steps slowed, my eyes landing on Ju