{Julian’s POV}
I’m losing my damn mind.
I watched as Marcus helped Hailey into the golf cart, laughing like he didn’t have a graveyard behind his smile. Her hand brushed his arm. She didn’t pull away. He leaned in a little too close, like he had every right to be there.
Like she was his.
This house used to be mine. My rules. My brothers followed me. People feared the name Lachlan. But now? Now everything spins around her.
Hailey.
She walks in here like she belongs. Like the halls were made for her footsteps, and the estate responds to her voice. George gave her everything. The house. The power. The keys. The damn riddles.
And all of us?
We’re just background noise in her story.
I hate it.
I hate her.
No. I hate what she’s doing to me.
Because every time I tell myself I want her
