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
AbigailI leaned against my headboard as I answered Roxy's call, a small smile still on my face."Roxy!" I greeted, cheer in my voice. "It's been too long! How have you been?""I'm great!" she responded cheerfully, but something in the way she said the words made me pause. I sat up straighter, a faint unease settling in my chest.“Roxy,” I said, my tone turning serious, “are you okay? Please don’t lie to me.”There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. Then, finally, she sighed. “I’m fine, but… there’s something I have to tell you.”I gripped my phone tighter. “What is it?”She hesitated for only a moment before saying, “My home was broken into.”A small gasp tore from my lips, my hand flying to my mouth. "What?!" I nearly shouted. "A-are you alright?""I'm fine," she assured me quickly. "I'm just coming back from the police station. I went to give my statement."I sat up straight, my worry skyrocketing. Roxy lived in a quiet, safe neighborhood, the kind of place where bre
Roxy I was reviewing a report at my desk, making notes in the margins, when someone cleared their throat beside me. Looking up, I saw Susan, my co-worker, standing there, sucking on a lollipop as she glanced at my work. “Mr. Hayes wants to see you,” she said. I blinked. “Did he say why?” She shook her head. “Just told me to send you over.” I sighed, capping my pen and setting the report aside. “Alright, thanks.” Susan nodded and walked away, and I took a moment to collect myself. This wasn’t a surprise. I’d known it was coming. Still, anticipation curled in my stomach as I pushed back my chair and stood, smoothing my hands over my skirt before heading toward Mr. Hayes’ office. The door was already open when I arrived. I knocked lightly on the frame, peeking inside. “Mr. Hayes? I heard you wanted to see me?” He looked up from his desk and gave me a curt nod, gesturing for me to step in. I did, shutting the door behind me. Without preamble, he picked up a document from his des
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