Harley’s P.O.V.

Grandpa?

I stared at them with wide eyes, unable to reconcile what I was hearing. Lucian didn’t look like a grandfather from any angle. He was a handsome man, like a royal character straight out of a portrait.

How could he possibly be Carlos’s grandpa?

I turned towards my hubby, searching his face, begging for a denial or a laugh. But he stood stiff as stone, his jaw locked. No word came out of him even after this earth shattering revelation.

On the other hand, Lucian’s cold smirk deepened, savoring this silence like victory. He folded his arms over his chest and spoke, his voice loud enough for...