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Sean looked at Michael, his eyes pleading for a moment. Michael just stared at him. He wasn’t going anywhere. “This isn’t about us. It’s about Leigh.”
“She’s fine,” Haley said. “So fuck off!”
“She’s not fine,” he said. “She’s going to need—”
“Haley doesn’t need you to tell her what her sister needs.” Michael didn’t give too much of a damn about Haley’s on-going sexcapades, but he had never known any guy to dump her and that alone was enough to interest him.
“Michael.” Haley stood up. “I want to be alone with Sean for a second.”
“Fine.” Michael headed back for his family.
The only reason she didn’t try to kill Sean now was because being where they were, someone would probably be able to save him.
“I wish you hadn’t left like that,” Sean asserted.
“Did you expect me to stay and cry?”
“No, I…I’m just sorry. I really am.”
“You have no idea how sorry you’re going to be.” She relished the look of surprise on his face. “That’s right, Sean. You made a bigger mistake than you think. No one dumps me.”
“I didn’t dump you, Haley. I—”
“I gave you more than I ever gave any man,” she said. “Men much better than you and you tossed it away. Did you think you could just walk away from that?”
“You’re upset. You don’t really mean what you’re saying.”
“I’m not upset anymore, Sean.” She leaned back with a calm look on her face. “I’m focused. I’m focused on one thing and one thing only. I’m going to make you pay for using me. I’m going to make you pay in a way that you didn’t imagine even a bitch like me could think of.”
Sean sighed, feeling the pain shoot through him from the look on her face. He didn’t want to think she really meant what she was saying, preferring to believe it was a broken heart that would heal. Only this was Haley and she didn’t bother to lie because she didn’t give a damn what you thought of the truth.
“I’m glad your sister’s okay.” He turned and walked away, determined to get back to work and somehow get back to the man he used to be.
Oh, yeah, and he planned to watch his back.
Haley wasn’t sure how she was going to do it, but she intended to devote everything she had to hurting Sean in a way he wouldn’t recover from. She had her father’s money and sheer will, which the detective had greatly underestimated. Somehow she was going to take away from him the one thing he thought meant more than she did; his promising career in law enforcement.
“Janet.” Steven grabbed his wife, who was leaning into him, and turned her around just as Leigh made her way to them.
Janet gasped, feeling weak in the knees. Leigh, her angel with the softest heart, was covered in blood and had a demolished look on her face. She went to her, but Leigh held her hands up to keep her away.
“Are you okay?” Janet was confused by the anger she felt emanating from Leigh.
“Richard’s dead.” Hearing herself say the words brought the pain rushing back and Leigh’s legs gave way.
Steven grabbed her just in time to keep her from falling to the floor. His heart ripped into pieces at the sight of her like this. What kind of father was he if he couldn’t keep his daughter from such pain?
“Baby.” Janet tried to wrap her arms around Leigh, but was shocked when she was pushed away.
Finding strength in her anger, Leigh stood up straight. “This is your fault!”
Janet gasped. “No, Leigh. I didn’t know—”
“All of this happened because of you.” Her words spat out like venom. “Because you held the Foundation above me like a string to control my choices. Because you can only give when it’s on your terms. You always have to be happy and it’s always up to me to make that happen because you convince me you can’t count on anyone else.”
“Leigh.” Steven reached for her. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Are you happy, Mom?” She threw her hands in the air. “Look at me. I’m covered in the blood of the man who I betrayed for you. The man who is dead because I dragged him into my sick addiction to pleasing you!”
“Please,” Janet whimpered through tears. “I’m so sorry.”
“No more,” Leigh said. “I’m not gonna let this happen anymore because you don’t exist to me anymore. I don’t ever want to look at you again.”
Janet gasped, her hand flying to her chest as she watched Leigh walk away from her. She turned to Steven, unable to speak.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll get her. It’ll be okay.”
As Steven rushed after Leigh, Kimberly watched from a distance.
Janet stumbled to the desk and held onto it for dear life. The look of total destruction turned the seemingly perfect woman into a pile of nothing. A sense of calm came over Kimberly as she watched Janet fumble through her purse for that little pill she hoped would make it all go away.
At that moment something came to Kimberly. What she had always wished for; what she had always wanted since meeting that witch became so clear to her.
It was wrong to have wanted to get out of that house; to get away from Janet. As she looked at the annihilation of this seemingly untouchable woman it became clear how utterly touchable she was. Instead of getting out of that house, Kimberly knew what she really wanted was to get Janet out and she couldn’t think of a better time to get that ball rolling.
“Are you okay?” Michael gently caressed his wife’s cheek, unable to decipher the look in her eyes.
“I’m fine,” she answered. “I’m perfect. Go to your mother. She needs you.”
The following is a teaser from the second installment of Angela Winters’ exciting View Park trilogy.
ENJOY!
Six months later
Kimberly’s hard work pays off as she brings a long-lost secret that Janet would do anything to hide back to View Park. It threatens to put a woman already on the brink due to prescription drugs and strained family relationships over the edge and destroy her marriage.
Just as their life together has them heading for the altar, tensions rise between Avery and Carter as she tries to deal with what it means to be a part of America’s black royal family and Carter tries to deal with the woman who threatens to tell Avery how Carter won her heart if he doesn’t give her more money.
Back from a wild binge in Europe, Haley returns to View Park only to get caught up with a nightclub owner who drags her into his illegal lifestyle and dark, sexual world. When Taylor Jackson gets involved, Sean has to save her, which means dealing with Haley who still wants to see him pay for hurting her.
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Thirty-one-year-old Carter Chase was standing impatiently in the foyer of his family’s famous and often photographed home, the fifteen-thousand-square-foot Chase Mansion in View Park, a suburb of Los Angeles. He was impatient for a couple of reasons. First, his parents, Steven and Janet, were late. Church let out at eleven and it was twelve-thirty. They had promised to be home by noon at the latest. Second, he was always impatient to see his baby girl, Connor, especially considering he only had another eight hours with her before her mother would come pick her up from his house.
Connor Chase, the newest addition to America’s wealthiest and most famous black family, was born six months ago and Carter’s life was changed forever. Only a few months earlier, he’d been knocked in the face with the reality that her mother, Avery Jackson, the woman Carter loved and had wanted to marry, was married to another man, and pregnant.
He was only temporarily jealous of the other man, college professor Anthony Harper, because he had little right to be. Carter understood that he drove Avery away trying to control her and keep secrets from her. He was wrong and deserved to have his heart broken, which she did when she left L.A. to live in secrecy with relatives outside Miami. But he’d never stopped believing he would get her back. And as much as it hurt that she had been with another man, he wouldn’t pass judgment on her. He’d been sleeping with any woman he could get his hands on in the six months after Avery left California, just to stop thinking about her for a few moments.
But the pregnancy was another thing. He was certain that Connor was his from the moment he saw Avery’s belly, but Anthony had convinced Avery to lie and say the baby was his. He’d conspired with a local doctor who owed him a big favor to create medical records to support the lie. The idea that Avery, the woman he loved with all his heart, was having another man’s baby had floored Carter.
Being a Chase, a member of America’s black royal family, Carter had always gotten everything he wanted. He’d had a charmed life, always able to win any contest and influence or buy his way out of whatever he needed to. He was an heir to an empire, Ivy League educated and in charge of his own successful law firm; not to mention having that whole tall, dark, and handsome thing in his favor. He was six feet tall with chocolate brown skin and hazel eyes. His smile and style added to making him one of the most eligible bachelors on the market, with his pick of the best women. Which was why everyone was surprised when he hung it all up for a middle-class girl next door, Avery Jackson.
But they just didn’t know. He hadn’t expected to fall in love with her at all, but Avery quickly became everything in the world to him. She was perfect in every way that mattered. She grounded him, made him feel like a king regardless of his last name or his wealth. Carter felt a connection to Avery that he hadn’t believed could exist between a man and a woman. But he’d made mistakes to get her away from her first fiancé, Alex, and even more mistakes to keep her. Unlike the other women he’d dated, Avery didn’t care about the money, the glossy high life or the power. She didn’t care about all the things that came with being a Chase, so for the first time in his life a woman didn’t put up with his crap, and she had left it all behind.
Like with any other obstacle, as soon as Avery returned Carter was determined to win her back, regardless of her marital and parental status. And he’d almost done it. He’d gotten her to the point where she admitted she wanted him—loved him—but there was one problem. Avery actually believed in fidelity and the sanctity of marriage. She wouldn’t cheat on Anthony and she wouldn’t leave him even after the truth of Connor’s paternity came out.
But he was a Chase, so there was always a plan B. It would take a lot of patience, but he would get Avery back. And although he had been angry with her when she finally told him that Connor was his, moments after giving birth, it only made him more determined to get her back. Now it was about more than the woman he loved; he had a family.
So while it hurt to see Avery with her husband, Carter knew it was only a matter of time before he’d have her back. Meanwhile, he took every moment he could to spend with his daughter, whom he loved to no end.
That is, he took every moment that he could get Connor away from her doting grandmother, Janet Chase.
“They’re coming.” Maya, the caretaker of Chase Mansion, stood at the archway between the foyer and the great room.
She looked tired, although Carter never really saw her do anything but cook. She always hired contractors to do heavy work, but he knew his mother loved Maya, who had been taking care of the Chase clan for almost fifteen years.
“I can hear the car, Maya. Thanks.”
“Are you sure I can’t get you somethin’?” Although she’d been in the country for more than twenty years, Maya’s Caribbean accent was still very strong. “You know how she likes to stall when she has the baby.”
“Not this time,” Carter said. “I have to get going. I’m meeting Julia for lunch.”
“How nice.”
Carter noted that Maya rolled her eyes like she did whenever the name of Julia Hall, Carter’s current girlfriend, was mentioned. Maya had loved Avery because Avery was kind and warm to her, while Julia maintained a clear class distinction in the very few times she even acknowledged Maya was there.
Carter smiled at the sound of his baby’s voice. Before the front door even opened, he could hear her laughter and cooing.
Janet Chase, a woman of the best breeding, class, and social mastery, had always placed her family first. She was the image maker of the Chase name, and tough as nails when it came to her family. She was also a sucker for a grandchild, and her only granddaughter simply brought her to her knees. She hated giving her up, but as soon as she walked into the house, she could see from the look on her oldest son’s face, that she wasn’t going to get away with her stall tactics today.
“Don’t start,” Janet said as she handed the baby bag to Maya. “We tried to leave, but they wouldn’t let us. Ask your father.”
“Who is they?” Carter asked, delighting at the squeal Connor gave as soon as she saw him and reached out for her daddy. She was so stinkin’ cute.
“Everyone at church.” Janet reluctantly handed Connor over. “I tell you, she looks more and more like Leigh every day. She looks ridiculously cute in her new dress.”
Janet spent an obscene amount of money on dresses for Connor. There were two other Chase grandchildren, twins by second son, Michael, but Connor was a girl and that took Janet’s indulgence to a whole other level.
“You’re not letting people, strangers, hold her, Mom.” Carter gave Connor a big, fat kiss on her lips.
“Of course not.” Janet smoothed out her cobalt blue, Diane Von Furstenberg cashmere wrap dress. She was a very beautiful woman, who still turned heads in her fifties because she looked at least ten years younger than she was, and she had an air of unattainability about her that men loved.
She turned to Maya. “Can you please serve lunch in the Florida room in about an hour?”
Maya nodded, handing the baby bag to Carter before leaving.
“Hello, son.” Steven Chase closed the front door behind him, greeting his son briefly before reaching down for his vibrating smartphone.
Carter would have replied if he thought his father was paying any attention, but he knew he wasn’t. Steven Chase was head of a billion-dollar empire, Chase Beauty, and that empire came first. There was no ignoring him once he walked into a room. From even his youngest days, Steven had a presence that sucked up all the attention in the room. This included his own children, his sons especially.
Carter and his father had been at odds as long as Carter could remember, with brief periods of peace. Right now was a period of peace where they got along, but that still didn’t guarantee he’d get any attention from his father.
“You’re making me late for lunch with Julia,” Carter said to his mother.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were having lunch with her?” Janet asked. “I can keep Connor while you both…”
“No thanks,” Carter said. “You’ll see Connor again soon. We have to…”
“You know,” Janet interrupted, “this wouldn’t be an inconvenience if you actually came to church.”
Carter gave his mother an annoyed glance. “You know that’s not going to happen, Mom.”
“You should open your eyes, son.” Janet leaned forward to kiss Connor on her tiny, brown nose. “That God you’ve decided not to believe in gave you this blessing.”
“Science and genetics gave me this blessing,” Carter replied. In choosing to govern his beliefs by logic and rationality, he had made the decision while a Harvard undergrad to believe in evolution over creationism, and his mother had given him a hard time about it ever since. Avery gave him hell for it.
“Carter.” Steven hung up his cell, getting his son’s attention. His salt-and-pepper temples added a distinguished looked to his dark, masculine figure. “Come in the office. I need to talk business with you.”
“I can’t,” Carter said.
Chase Beauty was the largest client of Chase Law, the small firm that Carter had decided to start instead of joining his father’s company. This, in addition to his sense of entitlement and assumption of power and control over everything, made Steven expect Carter to jump at the snap of his finger.
“I have to meet Julia for…”
“Now,” Steven said definitively. He was already walking down the hallway toward his office.
Janet joyously reached her arms out. “I’ll hold her while…”
“Nice try,” Carter said as he headed down the hallway with his baby in his arms.
“Close the door,” Steven ordered without looking up from his desk.
“Dad, this has to be quick.”
Steven looked up, ready to remind his stubborn son that a one-hundred-thousand-dollar-a-month retainer meant he could take as much time as he wanted, but thought better of it. They were getting along, as much as Steven and Carter could ever get along. These periods of relative peace between them never lasted long, so Steven let it go. “Did you read that Luxury Life report I sent you?”
“I read all the reports weeks…”
“No, this is a new one I had my marketing department put together. I sent it to your office Wednesday.”
Carter shook his head. “I haven’t gotten around to it.”
“Dammit, Carter!” Steven leaned back in the detailed leather chair of his finely furnished home office, one of seventeen rooms in the house. “That’s the only thing I asked you to do for me this week.”
Carter pretended to bite Connor’s tiny fingers as she put them over his mouth. She laughed as if it was the funniest thing ever. “You know I have that big antitrust case right now, and two new clients.”
Steven sighed. “As your father, I’m glad your firm is growing. As your client, I don’t give a damn. Read the report by Monday.”
