Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Tassy started crying in earnest. All this time, he had been right in front of her, but her pain had made him invisible. But now, oh God...
"But you...you don't have to worry." It killed him to even think of his wife worrying over any other man, much more an asshole like her ex, but Lucius knew he only had himself to blame for all of this. "I'll give him a raise. Promote him even though he doesn't deserve it."
Tassy could barely hear anything he said, with her mind filled with memories.
So many memories, oh God.
She remembered how he had figured out her favorite song because he had been paying attention to every little thing about her.
Remembered how he had everyone sign NDAs just to protect her privacy.
But most of all, she remembered what truly mattered—-
And that was how Lucius was the person she had prayed for.
"I'll do whatever you fucking want—-" His words came faster now, tumbling over each other in his frantic desire to make his wife see he was not a lost cause. "Anything, Tassina—-"
"S-Stop."
That one word from his wife didn't just stop Lucius from speaking. It also threatened to stop his heart from beating because of the way her voice shook with finality.
Was it really too late?
And it was almost as if his wife had heard his question, with the way Tassina was suddenly struggling to yank her hands out of his hold.
It was, he realized dully.
It really was too late, his sin against her too much to forgive, and so if he truly loved her—
Lucius forced his grip to loosen, his fingers uncurling one by one from around her wrists.
He had to let her go.
God.
Oh God.
I love her, God.
But just as emptiness swelled up inside of him, he heard a soft thud, followed by small, soft hands shakily cupping his face. Her cool palms pressed against his fevered skin, her thumbs brushing the stubble along his jawline, and finally—
"I forgive you, Lucius."
Tassy's heart ached as her husband's dazed gaze clashed with hers.
"And I love you so, so—"
The rest of her words disappeared in his kiss, with Lucius hauling her into his arms. He landed on his back against the carpet, his wife atop him, and still their kiss remained unbroken. He knew he should ease up, let her breathe, give her space—-
But he couldn't.
Because he could hardly believe this was real.
And Lucius had a feeling that the only time he would allow himself to believe it was so when he was buried deep inside her sweet warmth, and his seed planted in her womb.
In the meantime, a commotion had just broken outside the office of the CEO, with an already ill-tempered Fontana throwing a fit when her father's secretary had security blocking her way.
What the fuck had gotten into this bitch?
She tried pushing past the old hag, but Alberta stood her ground. "I'm sorry. But you can't go in, Ms. Ferrer."
"What do you mean I can't go in?" Fontana screeched.
Alberta sighed in relief when she saw who was walking up to Fontana from behind. Reinforcements have finally arrived, thank goodness.
"It appears what I've heard about you is true."
The silkily spoken words from behind her had Fontana seeing red. She knew when she was being insulted, even indirectly, but just as she whirled around, it was then she saw Marius Young standing in front of her—
And his viciously pleasant smile had her words dying an abrupt death as fear strangled her throat. How the hell could one look so beautiful and scary at the same time?
"They say you like causing trouble." Marius' tone perfectly matched his smile, and Fontana's nails dug into her palms. "Is that right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about?"
"Then will you deny having anything to do with my sister-in-law being humiliated on the day she was supposed to be celebrating her promotion?"
His sister-in-law?
What the hell did Benedict Young's wife have to do with her? She had never even met Lana! So why would he say that unless—-
It couldn't be!
"The look on your face is very telling, Fontana," Marius murmured, "and I don't fucking like it."
Fontana's body shook with humiliated rage. Enough was enough! Billionaire or not, he was still in her father's company, and so this was her territory, not his.
She raised her hand to slap his face—
"Who owns this company now, Alberta?" Marius drawled, not even flinching at the threatened violence.
Fontana froze, her hand suspended in mid-air.
"Your brother, sir." Alberta's voice was prim.
Marius drew a certain sense of satisfaction at seeing Fontana's face lose all color...but it was not enough.
"Your father needs this deal, believe me. So if you want to keep the lifestyle you're used to...I expect you to get creative on how to best make it up to my sister-in-law...AKA your new boss."
Epilogue
FOXTOWN'S COBBLESTONE streets glittered under fairy lights strung between Victorian lampposts, transforming the historic district into a Valentine's Day wonderland. And much to the delight of the park's visitors, snow had also started to fall, which only made everything magical.