Thirty Six
Author: Serena Harry
last update2025-12-10 20:18:04

She fascinated him, Devon realized as he saw her in the newspaper, and he told herself it was because they had grown up together, then he had missed the majority half of her life.

He adjusted the paper in his hand, before picking up the coffee mug one of the younger maid had brought him out here in the garden. He took a sip, dropped the mug, then focused back on the newspaper.

Diana was getting married to some ass he didn’t know, but one that was rich. He could see the smirk at the corner of his mouth, while Diana just had that neutral expression on her face.

“She sure doesn’t look like a blushing bride.” He muttered, shaking his head. Something was wrong with the photo he was seeing, but he didn’t know what.

Sighing, he dropped the newspaper as well, and pulled out his phone. Quickly, he looked through his contact list for Hector’s name and dialed it.

When he picked on the second ring, Devon started to tease him. “What, were you staring at your phone in wait for my call?” h
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  • Thirty Seven

    Sophia sighed, then she raised her hand to knock on his door. She hadn’t spoken to him since the reveal, and it wasn’t because she was scared of talking to him, or like her father, angry about what they found out, but because she didn’t even know what to say to him. She had mustered up the courage to come here, to be here right this minute, knocking on his door. “I just hope I don’t say the wrong thing.” She said to herself mentally. She knocked again on his door, waiting for a response, or to hear footsteps coming her way at the door, but nothing. “Was he out of his room?” she asked herself. Remembering that Mrs. Martha had told her three days ago when she came around and asked after him, she had told him he was in the garage working on a car. Sophia was surprised, not everyone who had found out their family owned the place would still work as whatever it was they were employed for again. Sophia hesitated in the hallway, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as s

  • Thirty Six

    She fascinated him, Devon realized as he saw her in the newspaper, and he told herself it was because they had grown up together, then he had missed the majority half of her life. He adjusted the paper in his hand, before picking up the coffee mug one of the younger maid had brought him out here in the garden. He took a sip, dropped the mug, then focused back on the newspaper. Diana was getting married to some ass he didn’t know, but one that was rich. He could see the smirk at the corner of his mouth, while Diana just had that neutral expression on her face. “She sure doesn’t look like a blushing bride.” He muttered, shaking his head. Something was wrong with the photo he was seeing, but he didn’t know what. Sighing, he dropped the newspaper as well, and pulled out his phone. Quickly, he looked through his contact list for Hector’s name and dialed it. When he picked on the second ring, Devon started to tease him. “What, were you staring at your phone in wait for my call?” h

  • Thirty Five

    The next few days, Devon was reintroduced to the workers and staff on the vineyard, and he a lot of things had changed about him. Finally, he had had it all wrapped around his head and he got around to calling Hector. He sat on his bed, his palm sweating like he was nervous to tell his friend, the man who had helped him and even unknowingly reunited him with his own family. He pressed the phone to his ear and waited as the phone rang, his heart beating as he remembered that he was now someone new. He was no longer the man that strived and struggled like an animal, during and after leaving the prison, but a new one who had been given a purpose. Devon swallowed hard, his throat tightening as the ringing continued on the other end. His knee bounced restlessly, the tension in his chest building with every passing second. It wasn’t fear, not really… more like the strange pressure of stepping into a version of himself he hadn’t fully accepted yet, even though it was far better tha

  • Thirty Four

    The next few days, Devon was reintroduced to the workers and staff on the vineyard, and he a lot of things had changed about him. Finally, he had had it all wrapped around his head and he got around to calling Hector. He sat on his bed, his palm sweating like he was nervous to tell his friend, the man who had helped him and even unknowingly reunited him with his own family. He pressed the phone to his ear and waited as the phone rang, his heart beating as he remembered that he was now someone new. He was no longer the man that strived and struggled like an animal, during and after leaving the prison, but a new one who had been given a purpose. Devon swallowed hard, his throat tightening as the ringing continued on the other end. His knee bounced restlessly, the tension in his chest building with every passing second. It wasn’t fear, not really… more like the strange pressure of stepping into a version of himself he hadn’t fully accepted yet, even though it was far better than wha

  • Thirty Three

    For a moment, nobody breathed at all or said a word. Everyone just maintained their position, and stared. The only sound in the dining room was the soft, trembling buzz of the phone vibrating once in Georgie’s unsteady hand before falling silent again. Someone was texting Devon, but right now, that doesn't seem to be important. Devon stood rooted to the spot, unsure whether to reach for the phone, reach for Henry… or run out of this room because he wasn't sure he knew what this was all about, or maybe he was just lost in the meaning. He looked around the table at the wide eyes, the stiff shoulders, the disbelief tightening in every face of the people standing around. Everyone stared at the lockscreen photo like it were a ghost resurrected in digital form.Then Sophie whispered, her voice breaking the fragile silence like cracking glass. “Uncle Henry… what’s going on?” she asked. Henry swallowed, his throat bobbing slowly as he looked at Devon… really looked at him; like every pie

  • Thirty Two

    For a full minute, everyone was quiet, and Henry had gone back to his food like nothing had just happened. Devon stared at him, not even sure what to do anymore at that point seeing as all eyes were on him. He cursed Georgie in his head, blaming him for his lack of appetite to eat his lunch. It was as if he had known he was up to something since that smile he had given to him outside. He wondered how this would have gone if he hadn't had that conversation with Hector, and then worked up the courage to go talk to Henry. That was how this man would have outed him just because he was that wicked. He had lost his appetite, honestly, and there was no reason sitting on here, pretending that what had just happened, had not. At that, he pushed his chair back, and pushed up in his seat. “Mrs. Martha. Thank you for lunch. I'm sorry I couldn't eat much.” he said, even though he was sure what he ate shouldn't even be considered eating the food at all. He started to walk away when Rogelio pic

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