~Tamia~ I was giddy about spending time at the duplex but worried about Sylvester's mood. It was clear we had opened a can of worms, and I doubted we would get all the answers we wanted. We arrived at the building and were greeted by a smiling staff. They had a lot of respect and admiration for

There was deep relief in my chest that made me realise that I was worried about something. "I know my father was a bastard, and he hurt my mother and the women in his life in irreparable ways. But I am nothing like him. I am not a dark alpha, and I refuse to be. Please do not let what we discover a

"One of the letters read that she gave my half-brother money. I wonder why she would go out of her way and give him money, then scare him to not show up in Lucland by telling him I am looking for him when I did not even know of his existence," Sylvester said, and he had a valid point. "Your mother

~Tamia~ Sylvester took off his clothes, leaving his boxers on and lay on the bed facing up and resting his head on his hand. He looked to the side and smiled at me. He motioned me to join him in bed. "Come on, Green-eyes. I want to hold you," He said, and I smiled. I took off the joggers and left

"Relax and tell me what you want to say, Tamia," He said and kissed my hand again. I sighed. "Your mother does not seem like the forgiving type. Were there guards in this duplex during the time of the attack?" I asked him. "They were supposed to be, but the wounded ones were few. They usually have

"I am sure no woman would go through half of what your mother did and not snap. Your father treated her like shit. He tried to replace her with his fated, then forced her to be his fated's midwife. He cheated on her, killed most of her family members and crippled them by forbidding her from represen

~Tamia~ I woke in the morning with a bit of morning sickness. So I rushed to the bathroom and threw up what was left of my dinner from last night. Sylvester joined me in the bathroom and rubbed my back gently. Knowing why I was throwing up, neither of us was bothered. He kissed the top of my head

There were six journals altogether, and somehow it wasn't a daily record of her life; browsing through the page, I realised she only recorded significant events. "Read aloud, Tamia," Marcel said. We were all eager for answers, so we sat in the living room, and I picked the oldest journal, judging b

The other pages showed how she and Stephanie would ensure that Dominic got the Balyaev seat. She indeed planned on double-crossing Stephanie in that regard; the woman was vile. I picked up the last journal and read most of its content until I could not read it aloud anymore. Jenny had made several

~Sylvester~ I took the journal from Tamia and read the page she was on. I could not believe what I had just seen. "What if this woman was trying to frame my mother? The letter was anonymous. What if that was what she was trying to do? Jenny was on the council, and my mother wasn't. My father had l