Aiden hated the way Nevaeh stood with her arm wrapped around her waist. His instincts had said letting her go off with her father had been a bad idea. He cared deeply for her but he wasn’t about to shelter her from the truth. “Tell me what exactly, Aiden?” she repeated, still waiting for his answer. “I’m not sure…” he replied.           He didn’t know how much information Skyler Belmont already knew. “Let me help you, then… Something about your buying up shares in ‘Nevaeh’s Dresser’ and forcing the family out.”           Oh, okay… Skyler’s information was complete. Aiden wondered if he had a leak in his own organization or if the boys at ‘Nevaeh’s Dresser’ had finally gotten smart. “Well, I didn’t buy up the shares. ‘Cargill Investments’ did on behalf of a consortium

          Aiden went inside the Aquarium, straight to the table he’d reserved for the event, and sat down. But he was scarcely aware of anything going on around him. He knew he should be making plans. Now that Skyler Belmont knew he had enough shares to force him out there was a chance the other man would try to manipulate the stock somehow.          But he couldn’t focus on that just now. Where was Nevaeh going? Why had he let her leave like that? What happened was on her too. He just wasn’t willing to give into any kind of ultimatum. It didn’t help that she tried to make him change his mind.          The moment she’d entered his life, Aiden knew in his heart he couldn’t have her and the company. But he also knew he wasn’t willing to put an end to his desire of punishing her father. No matter

             Nevaeh heard an insistent pounding at her door. She was back in her old condo and the only people who knew she was there were her father and Blossom since she had come over the first night she came back there.          ‘Well, whoever the disturber was maybe he will go away…’ she thought and continued writing on her computer. Still, the pounding increased.“For God’s sake…” she exclaimed while climbing out of her bed and went to open the door, not bothering to put on a robe to cover up an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts.          If the person was rude enough to disturb her on a Saturday night, then whoever it was could deal with her bedtime apparel. She yanked open the door.“What do you want at this…?” she snapped before looking up. 

         Their wedding day arrived. None of them wanted to wait too long, considering that 3 days were more than enough to organize a small, private wedding just for them and their families at her father’s estate.          Her father’s chauffeur-driven Mercedes arrived promptly at 7 p.m. Nevaeh nervously smoothed her hands down the lines of her white satin wedding dress that belonged to her great-grandmother and was created by a famous French designer in 1955. Her mother wore that dress too and now it was her turn.          When he saw his daughter, Skyler cleared his throat and climbed out of the back of the car while Marcus, his driver, stood holding the door open. Nevaeh stood at the top of the steps looking down at her father.          Their relationship was still a little awkward but h