This book is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional. Any religious references made was done solely for the purpose of Bringing the story to reality and making it believable to the readers. No dis-respect to religious beliefs was intended.
William Blackwyll stood motionless on the roof of an old rundown building. A lone figure shrouded in the darkness of night waiting with infinite patience for his guest to arrive.
Months passed since he'd last spoken to Franchesca. It was the day she showed up in his New York building demanding his presence. He was pissed that she thought she could demand anything from him, obviously at first he refused. But Franchesca never deterred in the slightest. No, Draiken women were known for their persistence, and Franchesca proved her bloodline true when she stormed into his office in a state. And not the good kind, more the 'I'm in dire need of help' kind. So reluctantly he agreed to listen.
"Just look at her William, one look, a minute of your time, maximum five," she'd said, those months ago.
Staring at the night sky moonlight he thought back to his decision. There was no agreement reached as he walked her out of his office toward the elevator. Unlike his siblings he wasn't ruled by emotions, but he recalled the hair on his nape rise to attention when he considered her request.
The sensation passed, she left and all was forgotten.
Two weeks later an unexpected trip to London was the changing tide of his decision. He was in West Central London with hours to spare before his next meeting. He should've never tracked the girl, he should have walked away, but cowardice wasn't a suit William wore and that was what stayed on his mind right until he stopped across the park from where the girl stood.
There was no doubt in his mind of who she was or how she looked. The instant he set his sight on the young Lightwatcher, behold his virgin sister. She was jumping up, trying to reach a branch in the tree. William Blackwyll knew then, that this green eyed beauty across from him was the greatest treasure on earth.
And so it began, the path which led him to now, standing on a rooftop, waiting.
Gazing upon the stars, home crossed his mind. In the past an overwhelming sense of loss sired him because he missed his family, he yearned for his mother. Now, the pain he festered in leaving his birth place those many years ago no longer mattered, only his decision to stay did.
Frustrated with a sensory overload of emotions that were just too dangerous to accept he clenched his jaw, something he had done much too often over recent months.
His father will call his name and soon. So will the time come to pick a side.
The drum of footsteps snapped William out of his reverie. Turning, he faced the rapid click of heels on concrete approaching at a brisk pace,
"Franchesca, aveu," his voice echoed through the space of the thirty story roof top.
Franchesca walked closer to him, her black hair windblown, attire somewhat out of ordinary for a private meeting amongst their own kind, "Dressing as a deceptor, nice."
The woman smiled and bowed her head in respect. The 'old fashioned' formality held a touch of reverence. Because while he appeared to be in his mid twenties he was much older.
His long wool coat moved with the easterly wind as he took two steps toward her.
"William." Franchesca paused, her eyes twitching, "Sorry, Clare's difficult to avoid, I'm running out of reasons for leaving at odd hours, she believes..."
"Clare believes as she wants. Deception fuels inquisitors, Franchesca. Please, call me Liam."
The shortened name was something new he'd gained from his brother, Kole. The same night Kole started drinking himself into foolishness for which new woman, William never wanted to know. He'd grown accustomed to the nickname as Kole continued using it to goad him and it stuck.
"Liam," She corrected, "You needed to speak. Sending a Seeker, isn't that risky?"
"No, I trust Quintin, longer than I, you."
She flinched at the unvarnished truth which he ignored and continued, "There's more important matter's at hand."
A long time ago Liam faced facts regarding his involvement in people's affairs, he was terrible at meddling. It took three wars which he caused to figure that out. The plausible solution was simple, emotions of any kind needed to stay inviolate to those besides his siblings.
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
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