Liam
"You two must learn to accommodate each other."
My father's voice echoed behind Lucas as he stormed into the living room, his face a mask of irritation.
"There's a lot to talk about other than going round and round about your hatred for each other."
"Jacob?" my mother called out, her tone heavy with disappointment.
She shouldn't be disappointed. If there's anything Father cared about, it’s the wealth and power a billionaire must maintain. And he certainly doesn’t give a damn how that would be done.
I snorted, leaning back against the polished wooden chair, my expression indifferent. "Accommodate? That’s a fancy way of saying I should tolerate his tantrums."
Lucas glared at me, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the back of the nearest chair. "Don’t act so smug, Liam. You’re n
