Hunter:
If someone had told me six years ago that this is what my life would currently look like, I’d have laughed in their face—or better yet, slapped the hell out of them.
Me. Hunter Ford. The almighty.
Reduced to nothing.
The love of my life? Gone.
My business? Crumbling. My whole damn life? Shattered.
And I swear, I’ve tried to keep it together. I’ve fought like hell to hold on. But I can’t anymore.
First, Anika.
Then Neo… he’s gone too. I begged Stefano, pleaded for just a little more time with him, but the bastàrd didn’t care.
His exact words? “Go f**k Jasmine harder if you want a child that bad.”
What a cruel, heartless son of a bítch.
And as if that wasn’t enough, my mother was poisoned with Wolfsbane. Fúcking Wolfsbane. We almost lost her.
It’s been a month, and she
