The Cherished Wife

"You..." Peter clenched his fists. "Tania has nothing to do with Zara."

"Really?" Jack drawled. "Like father, like son, huh? Some traits just run in the family, especially since your granddad, a.k.a. my dad, had some odd habits."

Peter's face turned stormy, and he let out a frosty huff. "Now that you're back again, you ought to swing by the Lennon estate sometime. We wouldn't want Sir Lennon thinking you kicked the bucket somewhere, would we?"

Jack's face twitched at that, but Peter pressed on, "Your darling niece Ari has been with the Lennons all these years, just hoping for the day she'd get to see her Uncle Jack again."

With those words hanging in the air, Peter walked out of the hotel with determined steps.

all the way, letting the sharp wind blast through her hair

clamped on the wheel, but her head was replaying the confrontation she had just seen, hanging on every word exchanged between Peter and

have guessed that Trevon, the kind soul who had looked after her for three years, was actually

a guy who was sharp and calculating, a young hotshot who had made his mark in the business world before he was even twenty-five. Xylos had pegged Jack as the

his fifties named Jack, but to her surprise, it was Trevon-a man

white, driving far away from

Peter and Jack, her composure was slipping. One was the man she had once adored, and the other was the

to shield her eyes. When the light faded, a persistent knocking

stare met the man outside. In the faint light, she could see Peterlace etched with concern-a sight that felt