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.

the windows down all the

confrontation she

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

caught were not many, but they all painted a picture 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 like that, Jack vanished from Brookville without a

herself to meet an old man in his fifties named Jack, but to her surprise, it was Trevon-a man barely into his forties. He was the son of

wheel until her knuckles turned white, driving far away from the hotel before she finally allowed herself to

Peter and Jack, her composure was slipping. One was the man she had once adored, and the other was the man who had pulled her from her darkest days

darkness, forcing Tania to shield her eyes. When the

man outside. In the faint light, she could