Little Lies Elena Reyes (book recommendations based on other books .TXT) 📖

“What did you find?” I take a seat behind my desk, my chair creaking when I lean back.

“Not me, but Meera.” At the raise of my brow, Tero pushes a black folder across my desk. “You might want to take a look at that.”

The first page is one with quotes from five different law offices, and each one deals with copyright law. The numbers are high for all, but the last one is the only one willing to take on the case without proof of ownership. “Who is he?”

“Turn to the next page.”

And when I do, my blood boils as a standard contract sits before me between Elise Scott and one David Hall from Hall and Hall Associates in Portland. Something that in and of itself throws a few red flags up as he’s been in trouble before for fraud, a case that made the national news sites. And two, why not someone local and with a better reputation?

“How many laws does this contract break?”

“At least five from initial review, but the largest is illegal intent to acquire the rights to Gabriella’s work. The government doesn’t take kindly to lying on a federal form.”

“And how did you come across this?” I ask, flipping to the next page and reading the details of every item listed in the over forty copyright submissions. From paintings to a handful of sculptures to the right to my commissioned pieces. “The conniving bitch.”

“Elise is worse than that, but she’s not acting alone.” At my nod, he lets out a small chuckle. “And to answer your previous question, my wife was looking into one filed for the gallery and randomly made a search under Gabriella Moore. This is what came back as Miss Scott was cocky enough to attempt and take ownership of Gabriella’s name as if it were her pseudonym.”

“I imagine Meera’s upset.”

“You know where her—our—loyalties lie, Mr. Astor.”

“That I do.” Skimming a bit lower on the document, I find something that’s a bit odd. “And where’s the lawyer now?”

“Being interrogated as we speak by a friend of mine in a Portland precinct.”

Nodding, I take out my phone and check the time. “My guess is he’s spending the night?”

“Correct.”

“What about the identity of the third party involved?”

“It’s a pair, and we’ve had a sighting. They’re close, but not showing their faces yet.”

“Thank you.” Tero looks like he has something else to say but heeds the warning in my tone and walks out of my office. My desk has three files in total: two sinners and one saint, but the latter seems to always pay the price since birth. Sitting back, I scratch my jaw while eyeing each name—the male and female that seem to need something from my girl. “Why do they want you, Gabriella? What hand haven’t they shown yet?”

Present...

She’s in shock.

The look on her face is one of deep loss, and I’m angry for her, at her, for letting someone so unworthy so close. A disgusting woman who believes in self-service and destroying anything in her path. But then again, Gabriella’s too sweet and trusting, two qualities that don’t exist in the world we live in anymore.

“Talk to me.” My voice is low, yet it still carries a bit of ire. It’s a tumultuous feeling as my desire is ever-present, but right now all I can think about is sweeping her into my arms and shielding her from the pain. However, the anguish she’s in is necessary no matter how much I wish it wasn’t. It’s her path. Part of her growth.

Her eyes have been shut for so long. Her intuition is lost by choosing to trust others.

“To be honest, Theodore, I don’t know what to think. Her betrayal is setting in now—punching me in the face—and my mind can’t stop questioning her motives and my stupidity.”

“You two are worlds apart, sweetheart.”

“How so?” Those sad green eyes look at me from beneath long lashes, her posture so defeated. “Please, help me understand. Help me not fall apart.”

“I’d catch you as you fall, Gabriella. Each and every time.” A lone tear falls from her eye and my chest aches, something that I’d feel for no other. No woman or man has ever affected me as she does with a single look, and it’s been this way since I first set my eyes on her. “But this is part of life, sweetheart. You live and learn and become a bit harder after each lesson. No one is inherently good. No one deserves your blind trust until they’ve proven themselves.”

“And how does someone prove themselves? How can I—”

“By paying attention.” Her lips purse, and had this been any other time, I would’ve kissed her. Would’ve taken the very breath from her lungs and fed my soul with her taste, but I don’t. Instead, I tuck her head under my chin and give her the comfort she needs. And when I feel the tension leave her body, I kiss the crown of her head, speaking into it. “Your heart has always been beautiful, even toward those who have never deserved your empathy. But the time has come, Gabriella, to not give until you receive. To open those gorgeous green eyes and see the world for what it is, and while you learn, I’ll hold your hand. When you stumble, I’ll teach you to hold your ground. But what I won’t do, not today or in the future, is let you carry a cross that isn’t your burden.”

“But doesn’t that defeat the purpose of not trusting easily if I give in to you?”

“It does.” Won’t deny it. “And trust me, I’m the worst of all.”

Her head shifts, and our eyes meet once again. “What does that even mean?”

“It means I’m the worst beast of all because it’s your heart that I’m after. Because I want all of you, not leaving a single molecule of your DNA untouched. But know this: just like I’ll devour you, I’ll never