Author: cuongtr

Grant Holloway lifted his wineglass toward the housekeeper and said something in French that made three powerful men laugh. “She is far too beautiful to…

The unconscious man’s hand slipped from beneath the hotel sheets just as Hannah Whitmore heard one of his abductors mention her nephew’s name. “Owen Whitmore,”…

The little girl recognized Claire before Grant Whitmore did. Claire had barely lowered the wedding-cake samples onto the marble table when the child stopped swinging…

Claire Bennett found her four-year-old son sitting beside the most feared man on Chicago’s waterfront. Eli’s small fingers were wrapped around a scratched silver lighter…

The frightened boy had already signed help four times before Claire Whitmore realized everyone in the diner was deliberately pretending not to see him. He…

“Check the clock, Mr. Hale.” Four-year-old Lily Parker spoke so softly that Dominic Hale almost mistook her warning for the ticking above his desk. She…

Graham Whitmore removed his hand from Emily’s waist the moment the mansion doors closed behind them. Thirty minutes earlier, photographers outside Saint Matthew’s Church had…

Grant Whitmore hit the nursery door so hard that the frame split beside the hinge. “Where is my son?” His voice tore through the silent…

The tin of black shoe polish struck the marble floor, spun beneath the yellow light, and stopped against Damian Cross’s boot. Three-year-old Ellie Reed stared…