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.

driving like she was in a high-speed chase, with the windows down all the way, letting the sharp wind blast through her

but her head was replaying the confrontation she had just seen, hanging on every

her for

of 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 heir apparent, but then something went down, and just

in his fifties named Jack, but to her surprise, it was Trevon-a man barely into his forties.

wheel until her knuckles turned white, driving far away

over the past three years, but after running into Peter and Jack, her composure was slipping. One was the man she had once

headlights pierced the darkness, forcing Tania to shield her eyes. When the light faded, a persistent knocking on

outside. In the faint light, she could see Peterlace etched with