AbigailI didn’t care much for the play. The plot twisted itself into knots with no real purpose, like a poorly tied ribbon. Still, I stayed until the end. I hadn’t planned to. The only reason I bought the ticket was to catch Ross Delaney during intermission but after the rattled way he stormed out of the theatre, I felt too satisfied to leave right away.Sinking into the soft velvet of my seat, I let the dim lights and the hum of voices wash over me. I smiled to myself during the final act, barely paying attention to the actors on stage. My thoughts kept drifting back to Delaney’s expression; the way he’d looked at me after I mentioned the deposit, like he was seeing me properly for the first time. I hadn’t needed to fake my confidence, not even once. After the play was over, I treated myself to a cold soda from the theatre’s snack stand. It fizzed pleasantly on my tongue with sweet but sharp tang. I was still in high spirits as I made my way to the parking lot. The night air was war
SusannaMy thumb kept moving, flicking up, scrolling through reels and short videos that blurred together into an endless, meaningless stream. I wasn’t even watching. My mind was still lodged firmly in that night at the club, looping the memory over and over again like a cruel joke.I could still feel the sting of that slap echoing through my cheek, even days later. My face was sore, not just from the pain but from the shame of it. Marceline’s guard hadn’t held back. His palm had cracked across my skin with no hesitation, like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter anymore. And the server—God, that filthy nobody. He had taken one look at me, seen the power stripped from my name, and dared to put his hands on me. The moment it happened was still so fresh in my mind, and even noe, the disbelief that had clung to my skin was thicker than the blood. No one had stopped him. None of Marceline’s men had moved to help me. They had just watched like I was entertainment.I locked my phone and thre
I stared at Liliana, still reeling. She was really standing there, arms folded like some self righteous martyr, telling me it was time I faced the consequences of my actions. Me? I wanted to laugh. No, actually, I wanted to slap her across that smug little face of hers.Me? Face the consequences? If I had to, then so should she. And so should Marceline. God, especially Marceline. She was the root of all this rubbish. She started it. She always thought she was so untouchable, like she moved the pieces on the board and everyone else just shuffled along. But if we were talking about people who needed to be held accountable, she should be first in line. I still remembered how it started, how Abigail’s stubborn refusal to return to Conrad began to grind against Marceline’s nerves. At first, I thought Marceline would let it go. On my part, I was relieved. Abigail had been staying away from the house and turning down every attempt Conrad made to contact her, and for a while it seemed like th
AbigailI had a feeling it would be him.The moment my phone lit up with a private number, I paused with my pen still in hand, and the margin of the company management book dotted with my scribbles. For a second, my chest tightened, but then a small, knowing smile crept across my face. It was about time.I hadn’t heard from Ross Delaney in days, not since that evening at the theater, and though I’d occasionally wondered if I’d pushed him too hard, I never doubted what I’d said. I’d told the truth. I’d given him enough to make him curious, enough to get him digging. It was only a matter of time before he realized just how much money had been funneled out of his pocket under the guise of a golden investment.So when he asked if I’d join him for an early lunch, I didn’t hesitate. The address he texted me after I agreed was a quiet, upscale restaurant tucked away in one of the city’s most expensive districts. I arrived five minutes early, but Ross was already seated.He spotted me as I w
AbigailA week had passed since I’d walked away from that restaurant knowing Ross Delaney would sign with me instead of Conrad. The deal was finalized the next day, and since then, I’d barely had time to breathe. My schedule had been packed; visiting the new site Ross had chosen for his specialist center, meeting with a new construction firm that wasn’t handpicked by Conrad’s circle, helping draft early-phase logistics for Ross’s team. And still, I’d managed to stay out of Conrad’s line of fire. Not a word from him, no unexpected appearances. It was as though I’d disappeared off his radar entirely.Part of me was surprised, knowing how Conrad was. The other part? Relieved. I didn’t want his attention. Not now. Not ever again, if I could help it. His attention was like a spotlight that burned, never warm and never kind. If anything, it made me feel like prey, and I was tired of being hunted. Maybe Ross hadn’t told him who had stolen the deal from right under his nose. Maybe Conrad stil
AbigailElle was a genius, barely in her twenties, and had already finished both high school and university ahead of her peers. She was such a prodigy a director at the company had scouted her right after graduation. According to the information in the file, Elle had been the unsung hero behind many of the successful deals that Conrad had closed. She’d done all the heavy lifting, and then Conrad would swoop in at the last minute, taking the credit, making sure his name was the one attached to everything. She was the one behind half of the Remington Group’s successful mergers this quarter, if the internal reports Roxy gave me were anything to go by. The workhorse behind Conrad’s polished triumphs.And she was here, crying.“Oh, I see,” I said, keeping my tone light. “I was actually looking for Lauren.”“She’s in a meeting,” Elle replied, her voice still a little shaky. “With the mid-level audit managers. Shouldn’t be too long though, if you’d like to wait?”Normally, I’d have excused m
Abigail“Recently, I brought in a very lucrative client,” she said, voice growing bitter. “A big fish. It took months to court him. I spent weeks combing through his business goals, personal history, everything. When I finally convinced him to sign, I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d get some recognition.”I knew the client before she even said another word; Ross Delaney. Whatever had brought Elle to come cry in Lauren’s office, my recent talks with Delaney surely had a part to play in it. “But when my boss found out who the client was,” Elle said, “he stepped in and just took the contract away from me like I was some intern running errands. He said he’d ‘handle it from here.’” I watched her throat bob as she swallowed hard. “He messed up. Big time. He rushed the purchase of a property for the client’s logistics expansion, but he didn’t verify the zoning properly. The site is flagged for long-term erosion risks. And I I told him. I told him it was dangerous, but he told me to keep quie
ConradThe third glass of bourbon didn’t bring the calm I’d been hoping for.It never did, if I was being honest. The fire in my chest was one that was tight and restless. It wasn’t the kind a drink could tame. Not today, not with the kind of nonsense Elle had walked into my office with an hour ago. I downed the rest of the glass in one motion, the burn slipping down my throat uselessly. It didn’t even scratch the surface of the fury coiling under my skin.Of all people, Ross Delaney was the last I expected to throw a wrench into the works of my plans. We’d shaken hands, laughed over overpriced steak, called each other directly to hash things out. We weren’t just partners in business, we were already friendly, goddammit. And now Elle had the nerve to stand in front of me and say he was “no longer comfortable moving forward”? That he wanted a full refund for the money he’d already invested?I moved to the decanter again but stopped short of pouring myself a fourth glass. My hand clenc
Liliana I stared down at my lunch, the delicate aroma rising from the bowl doing nothing to stir my appetite. It was my favorite meal, carefully prepared and beautifully plated but today it tasted like nothing more than ash in my mouth, bitter and dry. I set my spoon down with a loud clatter, the sharp sound slicing through the silence of the room. Harry was out playing baseball with his friends, so I was all at home today, which made my annoyance even worse. My chest felt tight, suffocated by a fury I was barely managing to keep contained. How could I eat happily? How could I pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t? I let out a harsh loud breath, pushing my plate aside so forcefully it nearly toppled over the edge of the table. Enough. It had been months of enduring this slow descent into chaos. I had been an angel to tolerate it for this long. What other woman could have withstood the humiliation and the pressure of everything that had been thrown my way lately? First, ther
AbigailI meant to wait until later to tell Alexander about the meeting. I had every intention of acting cool, composed, someone who didn’t need to rush and blurt everything out like an overeager intern.But the second I promised to see Mr. Hayes back at the office and stepped into the elevator and the doors slid shut behind me, all my resolve crumbled. My fingers itched for my phone, and before I knew it, I was pulling it out of my pocket, rapidly typing out a message. I crushed it, I wrote, my heart beating a little too fast. Conrad’s project is dead. You should have seen his face, Alexander. It was glorious.I stared at the screen, grinning like a fool. And then, reality caught up with me.I was being ridiculous. Maybe even downright immature. This wasn’t the dynamic we had. I was supposed to be professional and reliable, not someone who acted like they were texting a secret crush after acing a test. Groaning quietly under my breath, I erased the entire message and typed a much s
AbigailI froze mid-sentence, lifting my head slowly to look at him. He was still at the front of the room, but now his arms were crossed loosely over his chest, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.“And here I thought,” he added, dripping with false politeness, “that only those formally invited had something to contribute.”A few people shifted in their seats. A few glanced at me. I could feel the weight of their eyes, the tension coiling in the air.Conrad was trying to embarrass me and put me back in my place.I leaned forward, pressing the button on the microphone in front of me. My voice was cool. “I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Remington.”I started t
AbigailInternally, I whooped and punched the air in victory. But outwardly, I gave Mr. Hayes a serene, practiced smile, the kind that said I'm glad to be here, not desperate to be here. “Thank you again,” I said politely, then stepped out of his office before my excitement bubbled too far to contain.Ten o’clock was only forty minutes away. Not enough time to start anything new, but just enough to make myself useful. I returned to my office, where Elle was already tidying up the documents on my desk.“Anything urgent?” I asked as I approached.She handed me a printed memo and gave me a quick update on a postponed meeting. “Only thing worth noting is
AbigailThe smell of the food filled the entire room, and something about the presence of Alexander beside me dulled the tightness I’d been carrying all day. The tension behind my eyes had started to fade as I picked at the grilled fish, letting the flavors roll across my tongue, my limbs slowly unknotting with every bite.“I’ve been getting calls from Liam,” I said, my voice tired but audible. I didn’t know why I chose now to bring it up; maybe because I finally felt safe enough to say it out loud.Alexander’s hand stilled mid-motion, his chopsticks hovering above the container of scallops. “Liam?” His eyes flicked to mine, sharp. “How long?”I nodded and swallowed. “It’s been a few times now. He says he’s changed and keeps asking to see me.”His brows drew together, and I could see him piecing something together. “He’s been coming to me too and asking to see you.” He paused. “He’s not been released from Ridgewell officially, but this is part of the treatment program; they release so
Abigail I didn’t know where I was going, I just kept driving. One street turned into another and headlights flashed past me in a blur. The city was quietly winding down while something restless stirred in my chest. My fingers were clenched so tight around the steering wheel, they ached. I told myself I would find a hotel. Or maybe I would go to Roxy’s, even though it was too late and she’d worry. But the truth was, I wasn’t thinking clearly at all. I wasn’t thinking at all.I just didn’t want to go home.And somehow, without meaning to, I ended up here. The car rolled to a slow stop in front of the tall, glittering building before I fully realized where I was. I blinked up at it, dazed and slightly breathless, my stomach twisting into an uncomfortable knot. I knew this place; it was the high rise I had met Alexander before we went to Ridgewell to see Liam. The lights shimmered against the glass like stars in a city that forgot what the real ones looked like. But I wasn’t looking at
AbigailAfter work, I found myself walking to the park instead of driving straight home.I told Roxy I’d leave early today, mostly because she looked ready to duct-tape me to my chair if I didn’t. But now that I had, I didn’t know what to do with myself. My body wasn’t worn down enough, and that small sliver of energy still lingering in me made me restless. If I’d had my way, I would’ve stayed in the office till one a.m., working until even my thoughts couldn’t keep up with me anymore. But Roxy had been especially worried lately. So, I’d smiled, packed up, and walked out like someone who had a life waiting for her outside those walls.I didn’t.So, here I was, wandering through the park with my coat still buttoned, my shoes making soft sounds against the path. The air was crisp but not cold, and the faint scent of blooming grass and wet earth filled my lungs. It was peaceful, in a way that made the ache in my chest feel sharper.To my left, I noticed a picnic spread out on a checkered
RoxyAnd yet he always asked as if he had nothing to do with it. As if it wasn’t his driver who opened the door for me, or his expense account that covered the seafood platter I’d been daydreaming about since 3 p.m.I settled in, crossing one leg over the other. What I couldn’t quite wrap my head around what I never could was how a man like Alexander could share even a single drop of blood with someone like Conrad.Conrad Remington, the walking ego. The emotional toddler. Every time I thought about him, it made me want to demand a DNA test on Alexander’s behalf. Maybe they swapped cribs at the hospital. Maybe one of them was adopted. Maybe God just wanted to play a particularly cruel practical joke.Still, why was I thinking about Conrad with what was in front of me?Sitting beside Alexander was one of the most delicious motivations I’d ever had for showing up anywhere on time; Daniel Woods, his secretary. The tall drink of sin I’d been lowkey thirsting over since the first moment I l
RoxyI yawned so hard I swore my jaw cracked. My screen dimmed in front of me, signaling the finality of another day. With a satisfying click, I shut down my computer and sat back in my chair, allowing myself a tiny internal cheer.Done. All of it. Not only had I cleared every task on my to-do list—emails, reports, that ridiculous revision James from Marketing demanded this morning—I had also accomplished the almost-impossible: I’d managed to convince Abigail to leave on time. No 11 p.m. grind, no haunting the office like a lonely ghost with the cleaning crew. She actually packed up and went home like a normal person. That was a victory in itself.I stretched my arms above my head and yawned again, this one longer. All I wanted now was to kick off my heels, boil water for some scandalously sodium rich ramen, and fall asleep in the middle of an episode of Love & Lies: Southside Edition. It was my guilty pleasure, that trashy little reality series with way too many slow motion breakups