Sabrina wasn’t sure exactly when a scream ripped out of her mouth, but soon, it was all she could hear. The sound of her own high-pitched scream followed by a ringing in her ears, followed by a curse.
She watched her best friend and fiancé pry themselves off each other and stare at her with wide-eyed shock plastered on their faces. Charlotte was gripping a blanket over her chest while Kyler was swearing and yanking a blanket over his lap. They were both sweaty. A brief glance at Kyler’s back when he turned around revealed scratch marks, there were hickeys on Charlotte’s neck, and the room smelled distinctly of sex. There was no denying what happened in here no matter how much one part of Sabrina’s brain wanted to convince her that this was all just a mistake. Sabrina just stood there, stunned, horrified, and reeling from the icy feeling of betrayal that slammed into her. “What… Kyler…” she was at a loss for words. Sabrina pressed her lips together in an attempt to keep cool, or she would burst into tears. “Kyler, what is this? The two of you?” Kyler was her fiancé, her childhood friend. They’d been together for years now and their wedding was only weeks away. How could he? How could Charlotte do this to her as well? Her childhood best friend, the woman she trusted to handle her affairs in the business world when she had needed someone to. She was in bed with her fiancé… At first, the two of them didn’t say anything. They glanced at each other then looked down at the rumpled bed sheets, avoiding Sabrina’s eyes. Then, Charlotte sighed and rolled her eyes, flipping her thick red hair over one shoulder. “I’m just glad we don’t have to hide this any longer,” she muttered, then got up from the bed and walked up to Sabrina, buck-naked and glaring at her supposed best friend. “Look, Kyler and I are in love. I didn’t think you’d have to find out this way, but you know what they say, no time like the present.” Sabrina’s jaw dropped as she stared at the unfamiliar version of her friend, cocky, arrogant, and staring at her with undisguised contempt. What the fuck was happening? Sabrina thought. Kyler sighed as well and stood, but he kept the blanket over his nether regions. “I told you to be more gentle with her.” Charlotte shrugged and turned to Kyler with a sly expression. “Where’s the fun in that? Look at her, she’s absolutely horrified!” The two shared a laugh and it was too much for her to take—this bizarre sight, the reality of what her day was. The realization that her mother was with an unfaithful man and now she was in that same situation herself. “Stop!” Sabrina screeched. The tears spilled out of her eyes without any attempt at stopping it. “How long has this been going on? Was our whole relationship a lie? How could the two of you betray me like this?!” “Calm down, will you?” Kyler snapped. He would not tolerate anyone attempting to berate him, least of all a woman he could barely tolerate. “Our relationship wasn’t a lie, I did like you at some point. But you’re such a prude, Rina! What kind of man do you think would be willing to wait for sex?” His words felt like a slap on her face. “But you—you said…” “Said that I could wait? Yeah, I thought I could,” he ran his hands through his hair. “But I have needs, Sabrina, and since you don’t want to fulfill them, I found someone who could. Charlotte is much hotter than you anyway, I couldn’t help myself.” He said all that with a casual shrug as though she wasn’t sobbing in front of him, as if he wasn’t sliding hundreds of knives into her. “You could have told me!” She screamed out. “You could have told me that you couldn’t wait, we could have come to a compromise, I could have—” “It’s too late for that now,” Charlotte laughed, then nudged Kyler with her elbow. “You didn’t tell her the good news, babe.” Sabrina watched with horror as Charlotte affectionately patted her stomach and grinned. She clamped her hand over her mouth as the feeling of nausea rose up once again. “Look, I was going to tell you a month ago but you were grieving and I thought it’d be shitty of me to just break it off with you immediately after, so I waited,” he shrugged then scoffed. “You should have been grateful that I’m even this fucking thoughtful. Charlotte is going to have my baby, and other than your mum’s company, which is the real reason I’m marrying you anyway, I have no reason to be with you.” “You were…” Sabrina smacked her lips and wiped the tears off her face. Her voice was high-pitched and she was wheezing, almost breathless. “You were using me for my mother’s company?” “I need to feed my family somehow,” he shrugged again and Sabrina wanted to hurt his stupid shoulders. “I was going to divorce you eventually, then I’d take your mother’s company as mine as part of our settlement and then we’d be done with each other forever.” Sabrina staggered back and turned to Charlotte. “And you knew about this and you supported it, you, my best friend?” “Of course I did,” Charlotte bit back, she took in the pathetic woman in front of her. It’d been a pain to pretend for all these years that she gave a fuck about her. “When you told me that you planned on waiting for marriage, I thought you were being a fucking moron. Kyler was always too good for you anyway.” “Charlotte,” she let out a small, broken sob. “You were my best friend…” Everything she knew had fallen apart in one day. Sabrina couldn’t even hold herself up, so she pressed her back against the wall and kept her head down, tears fell from her eyes to the carpet. Without giving either of them a chance to tear her apart with their words any longer, she turned and ran out of the apartment, tears pouring down her face.Sabrina didn’t even remember the drive back home. Her vision was completely blurred by tears, and sobs wracked her as she struggled to maneuver the car. She almost couldn’t believe it. She was tempted to turn back around, just to get another look at them, just to convince herself that it had all actually happened. Maybe she could even ask them if it was a joke—a sick little prank they’d pulled just to mess with her. Charlotte had always enjoyed pulling such odd practical jokes on her, even as children. But as she drove home, all she could see were their scornful faces gazing at her. The look of disgust. The look of malice. The hickeys on her friend’s neck, the scratches on her fiancé’s back. Sabrina choked on another sob, then swerved out of the way before she could crash into an oncoming car. Her mother had died in a “car crash” because her unfaithful husband wanted her gone, and now she—her daughter—almost crashed her car because she was sad after catching her unfaithful fiancé
Sabrina groaned as a sharp pain tore through her ribs. A foot slammed into her side again, harder this time, forcing her eyes to fly open. Her body felt unbearably heavy, her limbs weak, and her head pounded so fiercely that she could barely think. The cold earth beneath her palms was littered with leaves, sticks, and jagged stones pressing into her skin. She tried to push herself up, her vision swimming as she struggled to take in her surroundings. When her gaze finally focused, her heart sank. She was in the woods, or more precisely, at the edge of a cliff. The air was cold, the wind biting against her skin as it howled through the trees. Standing a few feet away were her fiancé Kyler, her best friend Charlotte, and her half-sister Reliana, their expressions a horrifying mix of malice and satisfaction. Kyler stepped closer, towering over her. His face twisted into a cruel smile she’d never seen before—one that turned her stomach. “Finally awake,” he said mockingly, crossing his
Kyler wiped the tears from his eyes, gripping the lectern as he spoke into the microphone. “We’re not leaving a single stone unturned in the search for my fiancée. We’re organizing a three-day-long search party and a three-hundred-thousand-dollar reward for anyone who can find her. Any and all help is appreciated, thank you.” The cameras started clicking, and on cue, Kyler buried his face into the crook of his elbow, trembling slightly. Not to hide his sobs, but to hide the laugh that burst out of him at the performance he just pulled. Maybe he should quit the business world and go into acting. “Mr. Grayson!” a news reporter called out. “What do you have to say about the images surfacing online of your fiancée in bed with multiple men?” Kyler froze, then looked away from the reporters, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “I was as… shocked as you all are now. But I want to believe that Sabrina has an explanation for this, an explanation she will have to give when she is found.” Th
The search party had combed most of Greenvyle, and so far, nothing had been found—not even Sabrina’s body. Kyler continued to stand for interviews alongside Charlotte, both of them wearing sad expressions, with Charlotte even breaking down a few times. The Archwoods chose to remain silent on the matter, Harrison only showing up for a short interview to express his grief and disappointment, but nothing more. The next phase of their plan was to bribe the police into declaring her dead so they could all move on. Kyler and Charlotte would assume ownership of the company, and Reliana would be left all alone… again. The two had stopped responding to her messages since that day and, in public, kept her at arm’s length. They were trying to disassociate from her now that they didn’t need her anymore, but Reliana wasn’t going to let that happen—not by a long shot. “Lia?” Mira Archwood’s voice called from downstairs. “It’s time for dinner!” Reliana folded the papers in her hand—papers that
Vivian Archwood was a beautiful woman. Long, light brown hair, large, expressive brown eyes, striking, angular features, and an air of regality that seemed to emanate from her, even through her photos. Growing up, Sabrina had desperately wanted to be like her mother. She vividly remembered stealing her mother’s makeup often and practicing the way she walked in heels as a teenager. As an adult, she even decided to study the same course her mother did—medicine—even though she didn’t need it as she would be inheriting her mother’s company. Her mother wasn’t like other mothers in their social circle, wealthy women who left their children in the care of nannies while they partied, went shopping, and attended extravagant events. No, Vivian was determined to raise her daughter herself, and she did raise Sabrina, mostly on her own since her husband and Sabrina’s father had never wanted anything to do with either of them. Vivian and Harrison weren’t a love match, but like a lot of marr
The search party had combed most of Greenvyle, and so far, nothing had been found—not even Sabrina’s body. Kyler continued to stand for interviews alongside Charlotte, both of them wearing sad expressions, with Charlotte even breaking down a few times. The Archwoods chose to remain silent on the matter, Harrison only showing up for a short interview to express his grief and disappointment, but nothing more. The next phase of their plan was to bribe the police into declaring her dead so they could all move on. Kyler and Charlotte would assume ownership of the company, and Reliana would be left all alone… again. The two had stopped responding to her messages since that day and, in public, kept her at arm’s length. They were trying to disassociate from her now that they didn’t need her anymore, but Reliana wasn’t going to let that happen—not by a long shot. “Lia?” Mira Archwood’s voice called from downstairs. “It’s time for dinner!” Reliana folded the papers in her hand—papers that
Kyler wiped the tears from his eyes, gripping the lectern as he spoke into the microphone. “We’re not leaving a single stone unturned in the search for my fiancée. We’re organizing a three-day-long search party and a three-hundred-thousand-dollar reward for anyone who can find her. Any and all help is appreciated, thank you.” The cameras started clicking, and on cue, Kyler buried his face into the crook of his elbow, trembling slightly. Not to hide his sobs, but to hide the laugh that burst out of him at the performance he just pulled. Maybe he should quit the business world and go into acting. “Mr. Grayson!” a news reporter called out. “What do you have to say about the images surfacing online of your fiancée in bed with multiple men?” Kyler froze, then looked away from the reporters, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “I was as… shocked as you all are now. But I want to believe that Sabrina has an explanation for this, an explanation she will have to give when she is found.” Th
Sabrina groaned as a sharp pain tore through her ribs. A foot slammed into her side again, harder this time, forcing her eyes to fly open. Her body felt unbearably heavy, her limbs weak, and her head pounded so fiercely that she could barely think. The cold earth beneath her palms was littered with leaves, sticks, and jagged stones pressing into her skin. She tried to push herself up, her vision swimming as she struggled to take in her surroundings. When her gaze finally focused, her heart sank. She was in the woods, or more precisely, at the edge of a cliff. The air was cold, the wind biting against her skin as it howled through the trees. Standing a few feet away were her fiancé Kyler, her best friend Charlotte, and her half-sister Reliana, their expressions a horrifying mix of malice and satisfaction. Kyler stepped closer, towering over her. His face twisted into a cruel smile she’d never seen before—one that turned her stomach. “Finally awake,” he said mockingly, crossing his
Sabrina didn’t even remember the drive back home. Her vision was completely blurred by tears, and sobs wracked her as she struggled to maneuver the car. She almost couldn’t believe it. She was tempted to turn back around, just to get another look at them, just to convince herself that it had all actually happened. Maybe she could even ask them if it was a joke—a sick little prank they’d pulled just to mess with her. Charlotte had always enjoyed pulling such odd practical jokes on her, even as children. But as she drove home, all she could see were their scornful faces gazing at her. The look of disgust. The look of malice. The hickeys on her friend’s neck, the scratches on her fiancé’s back. Sabrina choked on another sob, then swerved out of the way before she could crash into an oncoming car. Her mother had died in a “car crash” because her unfaithful husband wanted her gone, and now she—her daughter—almost crashed her car because she was sad after catching her unfaithful fiancé
Sabrina wasn’t sure exactly when a scream ripped out of her mouth, but soon, it was all she could hear. The sound of her own high-pitched scream followed by a ringing in her ears, followed by a curse. She watched her best friend and fiancé pry themselves off each other and stare at her with wide-eyed shock plastered on their faces. Charlotte was gripping a blanket over her chest while Kyler was swearing and yanking a blanket over his lap. They were both sweaty. A brief glance at Kyler’s back when he turned around revealed scratch marks, there were hickeys on Charlotte’s neck, and the room smelled distinctly of sex. There was no denying what happened in here no matter how much one part of Sabrina’s brain wanted to convince her that this was all just a mistake. Sabrina just stood there, stunned, horrified, and reeling from the icy feeling of betrayal that slammed into her. “What… Kyler…” she was at a loss for words. Sabrina pressed her lips together in an attempt to keep cool, or sh
Vivian Archwood was a beautiful woman. Long, light brown hair, large, expressive brown eyes, striking, angular features, and an air of regality that seemed to emanate from her, even through her photos. Growing up, Sabrina had desperately wanted to be like her mother. She vividly remembered stealing her mother’s makeup often and practicing the way she walked in heels as a teenager. As an adult, she even decided to study the same course her mother did—medicine—even though she didn’t need it as she would be inheriting her mother’s company. Her mother wasn’t like other mothers in their social circle, wealthy women who left their children in the care of nannies while they partied, went shopping, and attended extravagant events. No, Vivian was determined to raise her daughter herself, and she did raise Sabrina, mostly on her own since her husband and Sabrina’s father had never wanted anything to do with either of them. Vivian and Harrison weren’t a love match, but like a lot of marr