Love was a fleeting little thing. He raised Silver by himself, his childhood love found someone else. Yet, when you came into his life, the idea of romance never seemed sweeter than it did now… The only issue was—Your heart belonged to his son.

“You’re not mine, and I would never think of hurting Silver,” he whispered, hands placed on either side of your head, against a wall. “Yet, when you look at me with those eyes..” Lilia shuddered. It’s wrong. But, he needs this. He needs you.