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"Come in!” Leonard responded from the inside.Sylvia exhaled sharply before reaching for the doorknob. She opened the door and stepped into the chamber feeling quite nervous.For the past two days, she had spent time with Leonard at the table. They had spoken about the future and other things and she was starting to grow comfortable around him and now, he had just summoned her to his room that morning.When she got into his room, he invited her to sit on the sofa adjacent to his bed. While rubbing her palms against each other tenderly, Sylvia sat and cast her gaze to the floor.Leonard cleared his throat loudly and threw his back against his chair.“David told me everything.” he began. He then took a deep breath. “I'm sorry!”Sylvia finally looked up at him.“I'm sorry for lying to you. When the autopsy report came and it was revealed that Ben was strangled, I was lost.” Leonard said.Sylvia sighed.“The thing about influential people is that sometimes, you can't differentiate your fr
FALLING FOR THE ENEMY’S SON BEN BAKER!
"Sir, we're here." The driver announced as he swerved into the garage of the Wells Mansion.David slid out of the Mercedes, feeling quite antsy at the thought of being back home. The Wells Mansion was huge and fancy. A whopping two-story building that left a pauper's mouth dry. The evening sky, a swirling mix of blue and orange rested above the lit-up house. Before the building itself was a wide spread of well-tended shrubs on either side of the road.It was a good thing then that David was no pauper. He barely gave the huge building before him a glance. Dressed elegantly in a gray, three-piece, Italian suit, he strode towards the arched entrance where a familiar face greeted him with a wide grin."Well well well, if it isn't Old Benny!" David grinned, baring a perfect set of white teeth. His green eyes glinted with mirth as he clasped a hand on the butler's shoulder."Welcome home, Young Master," Ben Baker greeted, smiling so widely, David thought his cheeks had to hurt."Is it a wel
FALLING FOR THE ENEMY’S SON MURDER
A shrill sound rang loud in the air, jolting Sylvia out of her yoga session. She groaned, unraveling out of a child's pose, and stretched her limbs before reaching for her phone on the bed.Swiping her mass of golden blonde hair away from her face, she frowned at the name displayed on her phone's screen."Why's Dad calling?" She mumbled. He rarely called her. And considering it was almost ten at night, she had known he wouldn't be coming home that night. "Papa?""Hello,"The voice that replied was not her father's! Alarmed, Sylvia rose to her feet. Her hazel eyes were wide in fear. "Who the hell is this?""Is this Sylvia Bakers?" The man who had picked up the call asked, ignoring her questions."Yes, this is Sylvia Bakers. Who are you and what the hell are you doing with my father's phone?!""Calm down Mrs. Bakers-""It's Miss," she bit out. The more evasive the stranger was, the more she got nervous. Something had happened. Her father wasn't careless. He would not have lost his phon
FALLING FOR THE ENEMY’S SON STRANGLED
"Are you sure about this?" Sylvia smiled at her boss- well ex-boss considering she had just submitted her resignation letter. "Yes," she replied. Her boss, a Scottish man with beady eyes and red hair scattered sparsely across his bald head, dropped her resignation letter to the table and clasped his hands. "If you need time off to grieve, I can give you that Sylvia. It's been a week since your Da died and I know it's hard. I can remember when I lost mine too. I was a wee lad, y'know?""Cam, don't make this so hard-""No," he said stubbornly. "You're one of our best chefs. You can't just resign. If you want time off, I'll give it to you. Go, grieve, and come back-""I don't know if I'll come back, Cam!" She yelled, feeling pressured and uncomfortable. She had felt that way all week. Pressured. Carrying a heavy burden on her chest that she could tell to no one. Who would believe her anyways? Nobody. No one would. Everyone in the entire world believed that her father had slipped and
FALLING FOR THE ENEMY’S SON A STORM IS COMING
Sylvia could not look away. The pictures in the hall hadn't done David Wells any justice. They hadn't shown muscles that rippled beneath his bronze skin. They hadn't shown how powerful his arms were as they wrapped around the maid. They hadn't shown his sexy backside either. Tanned, hot, and incredibly toned. Mesmerized, she watched him thrust into the maid furiously. Watched him toss his head back in a groan, his eyes closed as he relished the feel of the maid clamped tightly against him. Her thighs clenched jealousy and she shuddered at the sensations that simmered within her. David's eyes opened suddenly, and piercing green eyes met hers. She gasped in surprise at being caught and for a minute, he held her gaze while he fucked the maid. Feeling conflicted and incredibly turned on, she tore her gaze away from his and raced back to her room. David watched the blonde run off and arched a brow, intrigued by her. Somehow the maid before him no longer seemed interesting. Heck, she had
FALLING FOR THE ENEMY’S SON A NIGHT OF TRUCE
David stiffened noticeably beside his father, his hands tightening around his fork. Sylvia frowned at the movement and then looked back at his father who gazed at her expectantly. "Sure thing sir," Sylvia mumbled and turned on her heels. "Sure thing?" Shane scoffed as soon as they were in the kitchen. "You don't say "sure thing" to the Master. That's rude and obnoxious!" Sylvia ignored her. "Luna, Mr. Wells says some June Castello is coming over-" "By God, you need to work on your filthy manners!" Shane spat. "Shane, quiet down and go join Anabelle in doing the dishes or something!" Luna chastened. Shane turned red in the face. "She has the manners of a cow! June Castello isn't some random person. She's the queen of Hollywood!" The young girl faced Sylvia, a vicious look on her face. "And you had better address her as Mistress Castello when she gets here!" Astounded, Sylvia watched the girl stomp out of the kitchen. What the hell was her problem? Was it because she had seen Sha
FALLING FOR THE ENEMY’S SON BEWARE OF JUNE CASTELLO
Sylvia shifted her gaze from left to right wondering why David, in all his sexiness was standing right outside her door, clothed in grey pajamas, staring at her intensely like a meal he couldn’t wait to devour.If he was back for another intense adventure then he had better be prepared to be slapped by a rejection. As far as she was concerned, she was in the mansion to solve the mystery behind her father’s murder not become David’s mistress.She raised a brow and was about to mumble a word when June slipped out from behind. Dressed in an emerald night robe that barely made it to her knee, June Castello had been standing behind David.Sylvia’s heartbeat skyrocketed in an instant, and dozens of questions began to flutter in her mind.Did June come to confront her about her mischief with David? Did David tell June anything? What if he lied that she seduced him? What were they doing by her door at 10 pm?Sylvia was beginning to slip into a panic. June cleared her throat loudly, jolting S
FALLING FOR THE ENEMY’S SON CONSPIRACY
By the time Sylvia got to the kitchen, color had drained from her face. “Are you okay?” demanded Luna right after Sylvia walked in, looking startled. Sylvia realized that she had unconsciously made it to the kitchen. She lifted her head and gave repeated nods. “I’m good.” “Why don’t you fix dessert? Master David asked for it. I’ll see what Shane is up to.” Luna replied and walked up to Sylvia. She gave her a slight tap on the shoulder with an approving nod and stepped out. Poor girl! Luna thought. She must have not yet gotten over the loss of her dad. Sylvia shifted to the counter and positioned her hands on the table. She began to take deep breaths. Get a grip on yourself Sylvie she told herself. Be brave! A fact about Sylvia was that she was not adequate at masking her emotions. Whether it was fear, anxiety, or guilt. Somehow, her demeanor always communicated it. She clenched her jaw and pulled the fruit basket toward her. If she must carry out her revenge task, she knew that
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