Abigail I kept my breathing even, my hands folded tightly in my lap to keep them from shaking. At Marceline’s command, Liam stepped away from me, tucking the syringe away as he slunk back into his seat like a dog that had been called to heel. Coward. Traitor. I refused to even look at him. He had betrayed me once with Susanna, and now again with Marceline. My baby was gone in part because of him. If I looked at him, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from lunging at him, from tearing into him with all the fury I had been forced to swallow down since the moment I lost everything. So instead, I focused on Marceline. She leaned back in her chair with the effortless authority of a queen surveying her court. Her sharp eyes watched me, searching for the smallest crack, the tiniest flaw in my expression that she could exploit. I refused to give her one. I had won this round, but just barely. I had only won because she had taken the bait. She believed what I had wanted h
LilianaI leaned against the wooden railing of the porch, watching my son, Harry, as he tumbled across the grass, his laughter ringing out in the cool morning air. His somersaults were a little clumsy, but he didn’t care. He whooped in delight each time he landed, rolling back onto his feet with that boundless energy only children seemed to possess. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I rested my weight in the railing, arms crossed. He was growing up strong, clever, and bold, just the way I had raised him.My darling boy. So full of life, so energetic, so… mine.I had left Susanna’s bedside just a few hours ago, her face alight with a satisfaction so thick she was nearly glowing. She had done it. She had gone through with that reckless plan, taken a gamble I had warned her against, and somehow, miraculously, she had come out on top, despite all my reservations.But then again, Susanna had never been one to listen to me, had she? No, she always thought she knew best. Always believed
Abigail I sat on the weathered wooden bench, my body sinking into it as if the weight of the day had carved itself into my bones. The last time I had been at the city park, the sun had felt warmer, the breeze softer. But now, everything felt harsh, too bright and loud. The sunlight glared in my eyes, forcing me to squint, but I couldn’t muster the energy to shift to the shade.My phone sat heavy in my pocket, its screen dark after the short, urgent message I had sent to the Alexander, just four words .Come to the park.No explanation. No pleasantries. I half expected him not to come. He owed me nothing. But I couldn’t think of anyone else I wanted to see right now.I leaned my head back, closing my eyes against the relentless sun. Now that I was out of the house, with Marceline gone and Liam nowhere near, the adrenaline that had kept me upright was ebbing away, leaving behind a hollow ache in its place. Every part of me felt drained; my body, mind, heart.What a horrible day this ha
Abigail I stayed where I was, my head still resting against Alexander’s shoulder, my body refusing to pull away from the comfort he offered. It wasn’t much, but right now, it was enough. After what felt like forever, I finally spoke. “When you dropped me off earlier,” I said, “Marceline was waiting for me inside my home.”I felt his body tense slightly beside me. I wanted to glance up at him, to see if he was surprised by the news or if he had already expected it. But I didn’t move. I was too tired for that. A beat passed before Alexander spoke. “What did she say to you?” His tone was unreadable, but there was a sharpness under his usual calm.“She told me about her ties to Bonafide.” This time, Alexander didn’t shift beside me. “She’s the daughter of one of the most renowned criminals in the country,” I continued. “It’s still crazy to think about.”Alexander was quiet for a moment before saying, “I knew she had some connection to Bonafide.”I lifted my head slightly. “You did?”
RoxyI sat at my desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard, the blinking cursor on my screen taunting me. No matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind refused to cooperate. The performance evaluation was already more than twenty-four hours overdue, and Mr. Hardin was going to lose his mind when I handed it in late. Normally, I wouldn’t be this careless. Normally, I would have had it finished days ago.But nothing about today, or yesterday, was normal. My lateness now was all because of that damn letter.I clenched my jaw, trying to will myself to concentrate but the numbers in front of me blurred once again as my brain replayed that damn letter over and over again."You're playing a dangerous game, Roxanna. You're involved in something you shouldn't be. The consequences of your actions are coming. This is much larger than you realize.Did you enjoy your walk this morning? We know we did."A shiver crept down my spine just thinking about it. The envelope had been waiting for me outside
Roxy The call ended, leaving me gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. "Roxanna?" Mr. Hayes’s voice snapped me back to reality. I turned to look at him, realizing I’d been staring blankly at the wall. "My apartment was broken into," I said, my voice small. He frowned, leaning forward. "What?" I nodded, still processing the words myself. "The police are there now. I have to go." Just as I had expected, Mr. Hayes didn’t scold me. He just studied me for a long moment before sighing. "Go. And let me know if you need anything." I barely heard him as I rushed out of the office, my thoughts racing. First, the letter, now, a break-in. This wasn’t random. Someone was definitely trying to send me a message. I gripped the steering wheel hard as I drove home, my mind cycling through possibilities like a broken record. Who could have done this? It was definitely someone connected to that ominous letter? I barely registered the stoplights, weaving through traffi
Abigail I stared down at the notes scattered across my desk, my fingers tightening around the pen as I traced over the names and connections I had written down. The ink was smudged in places from how often I had returned to these pages, rewriting, reanalyzing, trying to piece everything together. But no matter how much time I spent staring at these names, the picture in front of me still wasn’t complete. There were too many missing pieces. Too many questions.But one thing was certain. Though both Marceline and Susanna had acted against me, they had done so for entirely different reasons. Marceline had been behind none of Susanna’s antics. I circled Susanna’s name again, pressing the pen so hard against the page that I nearly tore through it. She was reckless, impulsive and too eager to take what she wanted without considering the consequences. Marceline, on the other hand, was calculated and always ten steps ahead. And yet, for all her control, even she had been caught off g
Alexander I ran the towel over my face, wiping away the last traces of water as I stepped out of the ensuite bathroom connected to my office. The air-conditioned room was cooler than the bathroom’s steam-filled warmth, and I let out a slow breath, rolling my shoulders as I adjusted the towel wrapped around my waist.Daniel had brought me a fresh change of clothes from home earlier, and I rifled through the bag, searching for something comfortable.This was my fourth night sleeping at the office, and I saw no reason to return home just yet.Susanna was out of the hospital now, but I found that I couldn’t stomach the idea of being in the same house with her.It was a strange realization, considering I had always thought myself thick-skinned. I had endured a lot in life, tolerated people I had no patience for, sat through pointless conversations with those I detested, and yet, this was different. Because the more I learned about Susanna and her family, the more repulsed I became.And th
AbigailThe first thing I felt as I came to was cold. Not just the kind that prickled the skin or made you shiver, but the kind that sank deep into the marrow, slow and consuming. It felt like the chill in the air had seeped into my bones and decided to settle there, like a second skeleton made of frost. I wanted to curl in on myself, but even that movement felt too much. My body was strangely weak.Against the freezing cold, a searing heat pressed against my lips, like fire on ice...someone’s lips? I stirred weakly, and in the hazy waking that followed, I became aware of warm droplets falling onto my cheek. Tears, but they weren’t mine.I opened my eyes.Alexander’s face swam into view above me. His brows were drawn together in anguish, but his eyes lit up with such sudden relief when he saw I was awake, it made my heart twist. There were tears in his eyes, actual tears, and I don’t think he even noticed them until I reached up with trembling fingers and brushed one away.“You’re cry
Conrad This was wrong. All wrong. I took a slow sip of my whiskey, trying to let the burn of it distract me, but it didn’t work. The woman in front of me, the one I had spent a ridiculous amount of money perfecting, stood stiffly, her hands clasped together, head tilted downward like a scolded child. She was supposed to look like my wife. She did, to an extent. The hair, the eyes, even the perfume; those details were correct. But everything else? Off. Her posture was wrong. Abigail didn't carry herself like an 1900's schoolgirl expecting a caning. Abigail never failed to meet my eyes even when I was spitting fire. Her quiet confidence couldn't be taught. This woman? She was trying too hard, and it irritated me. I sighed, rolling the glass between my fingers before setting it down with a dull clink. This would have to do for now. I couldn’t have Abigail yet, but I needed something, someone, to fill the void, and it couldn't be Susanna. At least, not for now. Mother had been s
Alexander The moment I pulled open the door hidden under the base of the statue of the Virgin Mary, the scent of decay hit me like a punch to the gut.No, that wasn’t quite right. I had smelled it the moment I stepped into the manor of the estate. That deep, cloying stench of something long past its time, something that should have been laid to rest but had been left to fester instead. But I had ignored it. Or rather, I had hoped, prayed even, that it was nothing more than the rot of an abandoned estate.I never thought we would find a body. But there she was.I barely had time to register the sight of the corpse before I heard Abigail’s sharp gasp behind me. I moved without thinking, shoving the door closed and stepping in front of it, using my body as a shield as if I could somehow erase what she had just seen. But it was too late.She had seen, and she knew. I didn’t need to hear her say it to understand. I had already reached the same conclusion—the same horrible, gut-wrenching
Abigail The man who had leaned against the statue stumbled back, waving away dust with one hand as he coughed. A thick cloud filled the air, and I instinctively raised my arm to cover my nose and mouth. The statue of the Virgin Mary had crumbled like a sandcastle, revealing something hidden under it. As the dust settled, Alexander stepped closer, his expression sharpening with concern and curiosity. Where the statue once stood, there was now a gaping hole, the jagged edges of stone framing what looked like a concealed door. The wood was so moldy and blackened with age that it barely looked like wood at all. There was no handle, just a small opening where fingers could slip in and pull. Alexander reached for it. Something in me screamed for him to stop. I don’t know why. Maybe I already knew, deep down, what was waiting behind that door. But he pulled it open anyway, grunting as a laboring creak filled the air. The first thing I noticed was the stench. It was putrid, suffocatin
Susanna I stirred awake to the sound of slow, rhythmic breathing beside me, the weight of an arm slung over my waist. My head felt thick with exhaustion, my limbs sore in ways I didn’t care to think about. For a long moment, I lay still, staring at the ceiling of the garish motel room, the golden swirls on red wallpaper filling me with distaste. Where am I? The question drifted through my half-conscious mind before memory came rushing back, hitting me like a slap to the face. Oh. Right. Disgust twisted my expression. I shoved the arm off me, wincing at the soreness in my lower back as I sat up. The movement jostled the man beside me, and he made a groggy sound before blinking awake. He turned his head towards me, his lips stretching into a lazy, leering grin. "Mm," he hummed, eyes roaming over my body, shameless despite the crust of sleep still clinging to his lashes. "You haven’t lost your touch, sweetheart. If anything, you’re even better than before." I scowled, n
Abigail It had been hours since Alexander and I arrived at Ravenbrook, since I had first stepped into this decrepit house with my heart pounding and my hopes soaring against my better judgment. I had been so sure. After hearing Liam say the name, and seeing the terror on his face when he whispered it, I had believed with every part of me that my mother would be here. That I would find her at last. That all of this suffering, all of the waiting, all of the agonizing weeks spent wondering if she was alive or dead, had been leading to this moment. And yet, all I had to show for my hope was nothing. No signs of life. No whispers of her presence. No misplaced object, no forgotten article of clothing, no single trace that a woman who had once been the most important person in my world had ever been here at all. I had searched everywhere. The bedrooms, the bathrooms, the library, the study. I had torn through dusty closets, rummaged through abandoned drawers, even pressed my hand agai
Abigail The elevator ride down was silent. I barely registered the soft chime announcing each floor as we descended, nor the polished steel doors reflecting my pale face back at me. My mind was spinning, turning over the name Ravenbrook like a stone in my palm, searching for familiarity in its edges and weight. Where had I heard it before? It clung to me, refusing to let go, like a whisper just out of reach. Beside me, Alexander stood still, his hands in his pockets, but I could feel his gaze lingering on me. He was watching me closely. I wasn’t sure if it was concern or curiosity at my quietness, but I had no space in my mind to dwell on it. I could only focus on Ravenbrook. There was something stirring in my memory, faint but persistent. By the time we stepped into the hospital’s lobby and moved toward the parking lot, my hands had curled into fists. The answer was there. I could feel it. I slid into the passenger seat of Alexander’s car, fastening my seatbelt automatica
Abigail Liam moved closer, his shoulders shaking, his face wet with tears. His eyes were desperate as he reached out, trying to wrap his arms around me in an embrace. I turned my body away, just enough to avoid him. His arms hung in the air for a second before he let them drop. He sniffled loudly, his breath coming in short, unsteady bursts. I swallowed hard, forcing down the emotions rushing through me. “Liam,” I said quietly, my voice steadier than I expected. “That man you saw speaking with Marceline and Conrad, who was he?” Liam wiped his face roughly, blinking at me in confusion. “I told you already,” he mumbled. “I don’t know.” I didn’t believe him. Maybe he didn’t have a name, but Liam wasn’t stupid. He had spent time around Aaron, the man who had led him into this mess. There was no way he hadn’t overheard something, some kind of detail that could clue me in. I narrowed my eyes. “Liam, think.” He shook his head, his movements jerky. “I...I don’t know anything
Abigail I couldn't take it anymore. Everything Liam had said so far, every word, had been an excuse. I hadn’t wanted to say it, had tried to keep my emotions in check, but the words slipped past my lips before I could stop them. “All of this… all of it, Liam, is just you making excuses.” Liam’s eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn’t expected me to say that. But I couldn’t stop now. “You’ve told me about the gambling, the debts, the deals you made, but you still haven’t explained why you helped Susanna hurt me. Your own sister.” My voice shook with anger and hurt. “And what about Mom, Liam? You haven’t even mentioned her. Haven’t even said her name. Do you even care that we still don't know where she is?” I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling quickly. “And you haven’t even apologized,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Not once.” Liam stared at me after my outburst, something dark and ugly flashing in his eyes. His hands clenched into fists. Then, in an instant, he