My Brother, My Redemption
Zara Thorne · Completed · 8.5k Words
Introduction
Chapter 1
It rained all day.
I knelt in the mud, watching the casket sink into the earth. Lex tugged at my arm. "Get up." I didn't move. He yanked harder, hauling me to my feet until my entire weight collapsed against him. I couldn't stop shivering.
"Lex," I choked out.
He just tightened his grip around me and said nothing.
The crowd thinned out. Looking up, I spotted Harold lingering by the wrought-iron gates. He wore a sharp black overcoat, not a single hair out of place, a cigarette pinched between his fingers. A woman stood next to him in a slate-gray dress. Their shoulders were close. Almost touching.
Harold was holding a black umbrella over her.
I stared at his hand gripping the handle. I had never seen him hold an umbrella for Mom.
"Who is that?" I asked.
Lex followed my gaze. His voice was dead flat. "Dad says she's a distant cousin. Grace Moore. She’s staying with us for a while."
A distant cousin. I had never heard of her in my life.
Pulling away in the car, I glanced through the rain-streaked window. Harold was leaning in, whispering something to the woman. She turned her head and offered a faint smile. It was a beautiful face—the kind that demanded a second glance.
Mom’s dying words suddenly rushed back to me, the way her frail fingers had dug into my wrist. "Watch out for your father."
I thought the sickness had clouded her mind then. Now, I realized she meant exactly what she said.
Back at the Wentworth estate, a fresh bouquet of lilies sat in the living room. Mom's favorite.
Harold descended the sweeping staircase, a glass of amber whiskey in his hand. "Cecilia, go take a hot shower. Don't catch a cold."
He jerked his chin toward the far end of the hall. "Grace is taking the downstairs guest room. I’ll have the staff clear out your mother's bedroom. Don't go in there for now."
My throat seized up. "You’re packing up Mom's room?"
"Things need to be organized." Harold took a slow sip. His gaze swept past my face without landing.
Lex stepped forward. "Dad, we buried her today."
Harold looked at him. I knew that look. It was the same deadpan stare he gave me when I failed to bring home a perfect report card as a kid. Not anger. Just a chilling: You aren't worth my time.
"Did I say something wrong?" Harold set his glass on the banister. "We have a guest in the house. What does it look like, your sister bawling her eyes out?"
"A guest?" I leaned out from behind Lex. "Mom just went into the ground and we already have a guest?"
The air in the room iced over.
Harold locked eyes with me. For the first time, a spark of heat flared in his gaze.
"Are you questioning me?"
Lex tugged my sleeve. "Let it go."
Grace drifted out from the hallway. She had changed into a tailored, light-colored loungewear set, cradling a steaming mug of tea. Her tone was sickeningly gentle, like cooing to a toddler. "The child is upset. It’s entirely understandable."
She offered me the cup. I didn't take it.
I studied her face. Under the warm, amber glow of the living room chandeliers, her features were even clearer than they had been at the cemetery. Exquisitely honed. She had the aura of old money, not some desperate relative seeking shelter. Worse, the way she glided through the space—she moved like the lady of the house.
"Thanks." Lex intercepted the tea and grabbed my arm. "We're going upstairs."
Grace's voice trailed after us. "Goodnight, children."
That word children sent a sharp chill down my spine. She wasn't a Wentworth. What gave her the right to call us that?
Back in my room, I shut the door and slid down the heavy wood until I hit the floor.
"Who is that woman?" I asked.
Lex crouched in front of me. He was quiet for a long moment. "Dad says she's a distant relative from his side."
"Do you believe that?"
He didn't answer.
I pushed myself up and stepped over to the window. The driveway floodlights were still blazing. The driver-side door of Harold's car was wide open. Grace stood right by it, and Harold was leaning halfway out of the seat. The distance between them was practically nonexistent.
He reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
The gesture was feather-light. Effortless. Like he had done it a thousand times.
I turned away and yanked the curtains shut. It was the first day my mother was in the ground, and this house already belonged to someone else.
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Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
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The chef’s face morphed into existential crisis.
I grabbed her arm. “Put the spatula down.”
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Bound to Dante by a forbidden pact, Seraphine finds herself caught between fear and desire, truth and temptation.
Each night pulls her deeper into his world of power, passion, and danger…
and closer to the monster hiding beneath his perfect skin.
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The moment they claim her, war ignites.
Alex refuses to submit to their bond, their authority, or the dangerous pull between them. She fights every command, every touch, every instinct threatening to drag her under. But the more she resists, the more obsessed the brothers become.
What begins as a battle for control soon sends shockwaves through the entire Alpha world, threatening the Vandicoff empire itself.
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Alpha Of Glass And Gold
Four years later, Levi Kingston, the ruthless Alpha who traded his pack for power and built an empire in glass and gold, returns with a proposition that reopens every wound she buried.
A ninety-day marriage contract.
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Her condition: never fall for him again.
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Her husband, Nathan, is no longer the young man she left behind—he’s successful, respected, and living with a new family.
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Old wounds reopen, grief masquerades as rage, and love refuses to stay buried. As parenthood binds them together and the past demands accountability, Emily and Ryan must face the question neither of them is ready to answer: is broken trust the end of their story… or the beginning of a love forged through loss, forgiveness, and brutal honesty?
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I shivered.
Alyssa Reynolds found herself in a situation, while returning home from work, and she had three choices:
Simply walk away and forget that you ever heard the sound of wailing infants.
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