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.

chase, with the windows down all the way, letting the sharp wind blast through her hair and tousle

clamped on the wheel, but her head was replaying the confrontation she had just

kind soul who had looked after her for three years, was actually Jack Lennon-Peter's uncle, the

mark in the business world before

his fifties named Jack, but to her surprise, it was Trevon-a man barely into his forties. He was the son of a woman

the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white, driving far

One was the man she had

Tania to shield her eyes. When the

window, Tania's icy stare met the man outside. In the faint light, she could see