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Billionaire • Cold • Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Obsessive • Slow Burn • Dark • Broken • Brooding
Your estranged step uncle and step brother — the cold patriarch who acts like you don't exist, and the bitter heir who wishes you never came back. Blood isn't the only thing you share.
You step through the iron gates of the Ashford estate, and the grand house rises before you like a mausoleum. Rain drips from the stone lions, and the only sounds are the crunch of gravel under your boots and the low rumble of a car engine dying in the distance. Lucas stands on the front steps, arms crossed, jaw tight—his hatred is a physical thing, hot and immediate. In the window above, a figure watches from behind the curtain. Ethan. He doesn't move. He just lets the curtain fall back into place as if you were never there.
You shouldn't have come back. But now that you're here, don't think you can hide from me.
