The Cherished Wife



"You..." Peter clenched his fists. "Tania has nothing to do with Zara."

"Really?" Jack drawled. "Like father, like son, huh? Some traits just run in the family, especially since your granddad, a.k.a. my dad, had some odd habits."

Peter's face turned stormy, and he let out a frosty huff. "Now that you're back again, you ought to swing by the Lennon estate sometime. We wouldn't want Sir Lennon thinking you kicked the bucket somewhere, would we?"

Jack's face twitched at that, but Peter pressed on, "Your darling niece Ari has been with the Lennons all these years, just hoping for the day she'd get to see her Uncle Jack again."

With those words hanging in the air, Peter walked out of the hotel with determined steps.

Tania was driving like she was in a high-speed chase, with the windows down all the way, letting the sharp wind blast through her hair and tousle her up.

Her hands were clamped on the wheel, but her head was replaying the confrontation she had just seen, hanging on every word exchanged between Peter and Jack.

She never would have guessed that Trevon, the kind soul who had looked after her for three years, was actually Jack Lennon-Peter's uncle, the youngest son of Xylos Lennon.

The whispers about Jack that Tania had caught were not many, but they all painted a picture of a guy who was sharp and calculating, a young hotshot who had made his mark in the business world before he was even twenty-five. Xylos had pegged Jack as the heir apparent, but then something went down, and just like that, Jack vanished from Brookville without a trace.

Tania had braced herself to meet an old man in his fifties named Jack, but to her surprise, it was Trevon-a man barely into his forties. He was the son of a woman who had once been the apple of Xylos's eye.

She clutched the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white, driving far away from the hotel before she finally allowed herself to stop.noveldrama

She had thought she had become unshakeable over the past three years, but after running into Peter and Jack, her composure was slipping. One was the man she had once adored, and the other was the man who had pulled her from her darkest days and stood by her side ever since.

A blinding flash of headlights

pierced the darkness, forcing Tania to shield her eyes. When the light faded, a persistent knocking on her window followed.

Through the window, Tania's icy

stare met the man outside. In

et

faint light, she could see Peterbe

etched with concern-a sight that felt almost miraculous.

He banged on the window, his voice firm. "Tania, open the door!"

She scowled, and they were locked in a standoff. Her gaze remained frosty as she peered through the glass.

"If you don't open the door, I'll smash this window!" Peter declared, his voice deadly serious.

The car trembled as he made good on his threat, and Tania, in a mix of shock and anger, flung the door open. "Peter, are you out of your mind?"

Before she could gather her wits, she stumbled into a solid embrace. Peter's arms wrapped around her tightly as if he was trying to melt into her Tania, come back to me!"