Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 63

Hamilton’s mood had been stormy, a tempest brooding behind his steely gaze since the moment Victor had brought up Natalia. A nagging irritation crept up his spine, an unwelcome guest that refused to leave.

He had convinced himself that Victor’s comments were water off a duck’s back. After all, he had no real intentions of getting serious with Natalia. When their contract expired, she would simply move on to the next man, a mere transaction of affection for financial gain. Hamilton had never planned to let it get personal.

So, when others had shown interest in Natalia, it had rolled off him without leaving a trace. All that mattered was that she understood her place and didn’t step out of line during their arrangement.

But Victor’s blatant, repeated displays of lust had begun to grate on him like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

Glancing at his phone, he punched in a number.

“What’s up?”

Hamilton’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Find something for Victor to keep busy with.”

Alden was shocked. “What?”

He could hardly believe his ears. Victor might as well have been family to Hamilton; the two had grown up together, and their bond was supposed to be solid.

Why would Hamilton suddenly find trouble with Victor?

“Didn’t you understand me? I said, find him something to do!” Hamilton’s voice had grown. colder, more distant.

Alden paused, weighing his words. “Why, though? Did something happen?”

“Nothing.” Hamilton suppressed his annoyance with the flat reply.

“But why go after Victor out of the blue? If he traces it back to us, It’s going to be awkward. moving forward.”

Hamilton lit a cigarette, the flame from his lighter casting a flickering shadow across his chiseled face, etching the contours of his discontent.

“Can’t do it? If you can’t, I’ll find someone who can.”

Alden felt a chill. He could sense his brother’s vexation, the undercurrent of unease.

After a pause, he asked cautiously, “How far do you want me to go?”

was a different game than dealing with Gideon: this time, the stakes were personal. Hamilton took a drag of his cigarette, his eyes

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he loses Interest in meddling in

he hung

had slept too much during the day, found herself wide awake in bed. She was about to sift through

see when you are willing to pass her

hunch that Victor was

Hamilton’s response be?

Hamilton’s voice

wanna have a go, find Ms. Jenkins yourself. Like I’ve said before, if she’s up for it, I

white. The offhand cruelty in

before, but hearing them firsthand was a different kind

care–not one bit. Otherwise, how could

long as she was up for it, he

her not

lips as she tried to muster a calm response to Victor’s incoming call.

him. That’s straight from

heart felt heavy, but she forced herself

Henkel? If you’re

loose!”

man, after all. Why would he let go of a woman so easily accessible? But you, Ms. Jenkins, what’s

point or not is my business,

my business, Ms. Jenkins. I’m waiting for

of you disgusts me. Taking those photos of me, sending them to Hamilton, and now this recording… Your

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name. How about this? Sleep

“Get lost!”

contemplated calling Hamilton,

conversations with others? If he

she couldn’t bring herself to

much so that it sapped her very courage to question it. She dreaded hearing anything more unbearable. The last thing she wanted was to