The Forgotten Heiress: A Decade Erased

nsive cologne and the weight o

smiled. It was

windows of a penthouse I didn't recognize, painting stripes

little flip, ready to see the face of the

me was Ethan, b

yes. His hair was shorter, styled with precision. He looked a decade older, and the

My head throbbed. Where were we? This wasn

illed with the sleepy affection I knew. They were sha

s voice a low growl. "What kind

What are you talking

hout a trace of the shyness he used to have. "Stop it. Just stop. I don'

t was impossible. I was twenty. We had just celebrate

a full-length mirror. I got out of bed, my le

ing back at me

ustion. The spark I knew, the one Ethan said he loved, was gone. She looked... defeated. This w

touching the glas

of tailored trousers. "Get dressed.

Who was

airs, in a sleek, minimalist kitchen, a young boy with Ethan' s dark hair and serious ey

," he said, not ev

stepsister-placed a plate of bacon in front of

a genuine, warm smile

her own smile tightening.

sed. "Jennifer? What

expression turning to one of open disdai

cold. "Dad said you're supposed to

air, a clear, deliberate act

called

distant boy