~Lucas~
Returning home from that chaotic family meeting was supposed to be a relief, but it didn’t last long. Any fleeting comfort was shattered by the reality of my new living arrangement.
I had to share my home with my father’s bastard child.
The thought alone made my blood boil. That Clarke—I swear to God I’ll deal with her. How bold of her to think she can just pluck a child from the pits of nowhere and present him as my father’s offspring. Did she even provide any evidence, or was my father just too sentimental in his old age to demand proof?
And Grant—the audacity. The smug glint in his eyes during the meeting made my stomach churn. Bold of him to think I’d be threatened by his shiny new position as Vice President. Bold of him to think I’d allow the Jones family empire to fall in
