“Bianca!” Harvey called as he rushed down the stairs with an iPad in his hand. “I’ve found him. I’ve finally found him!”Bianca Cameron was seated on the couch, her pale skin marred with bruises and her eyes darkened by circles from sleepless nights and maybe even a terminal disease. She twisted her head slowly towards her butler, Harvey, who was rushing towards her. “What did you say?” She asked weakly. Harvey paused as he saw her seated on the couch. “You’re supposed to be in bed,” he said, flaunting his British accent. “Oh, forget about that, Harvey. I figured if I’m dying, I might as well watch a couple of shows before I go,” she said, amusingly. Harvey frowned at that. It had been over a year since Bianca had been diagnosed with terminal ovarian cancer. The doctors had stated that it was too late for treatment because she had been diagnosed much earlier. And so that sealed her fate. But that also fueled her passion for one thing: to find her son before it was too late. “So

The trip back to Los Angeles was short but tiring. And Flynn had known from the private jet that Harvey was serious. In the plane, he had gotten a banquet, something he hadn’t seen in a long while. But he still couldn’t sleep. He was wondering where it had all gone long. If he had a wealthy family all along, why hadn’t they found him? And why didn’t he know about them? He had always thought that his adopted parents were the only family he had, and so he never asked about his real family. His reason was simple: if they cared about him so much, they wouldn’t have thrown him away. That was until now. Not after Harvey had told him the tragic story. His parents had been in an accident, and they had been separated while they were being rushed to the hospital. His father, Maximilian, had died before they could reach the emergency room, but his mom survived. And when nobody could identify him in Manhattan, they had sent him to a foster home where he had been found by his adopted parents, Sar

“You stepped out of line,” Harvey said as Kace stepped into the house. He took off his suit jacket and placed it on the couch before unbuttoning his sleeves. “You told me that you were going to help me find out what happened in St. Maria,” he said, walking towards the kitchen. “And I’m doing just that,” Harvey said, following him. Kace scoffed as he opened the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of scotch. He placed it on the marble counter and reached for a glass. “This isn’t funny, Master Kace,” Harvey said. “The police could be on us at any minute now. You know we don’t think this way.”Kace rolled up his sleeves before pouring the amber liquid into his glass. “Now we do,” he said, placing the scotch back into the cupboard and walking towards the living room. Harvey followed him like a fly. “What’s going on with you?” He asked. “Five years, Harvey! Five fuckin’ years and we still haven’t made a single move until today,” Kace asked. “I got a name. Jarrell Milton. And how did t

“SHIT!” Austen Hendrix yelled as he slammed his fist on the desk. He was in his study with the light dim, and the hearth crackling softly. He had made them look like fools in front of everybody. Flynn Grayson. Or whatever he was calling himself now. It didn't make any difference to Austen. How could they have ignored this? How could they have allowed someone like Kace to get his hands on their company shares? They were all in big trouble. There was only one thing he was here for, but Austen was too egocentric to say it.“Dad. You need to calm down,” Ava said as she sat across the room. She was surprised to see her father like this. Had she ever seen him this way? No. But having someone like Kace do this to them was despicable. Who would have ever thought that he would come back to hunt them? She thought she had gotten rid of him for good, but now he was back, and there was only one thing on his mind: Revenge.Austen glared at his daughter.“This is all your fault. You just had to marr