(Jack)I rushed into my apartment, the door slamming shut behind me. My mind was racing, and I could feel the familiar knot of tension building in my chest. I’d forgotten my speech for tonight’s golden jubilee event. Of all the things I could’ve forgotten, it had to be that.I rubbed my forehead, frustrated with myself. It wasn’t just any speech; this was the one I’d reworked after Thomas told me he wouldn’t be there tonight. And now I had less than an hour before I had to be at the venue, meeting Ruby, making sure everything was perfect.“You sure you left it here?” came a voice from behind me. It was my assistant, who had picked me up from the mansion and driven me here in a mad rush. He’d been patient through my frantic search but was probably wondering why I didn’t just print another copy.It would have been embarrassing to tell him that I had written it down on a notepad, too tired to get out of bed and take my computer after a long day at work. After the news of Thomas’ departur
(Ruby)I stood in front of the mirror, twisting the last pin into my updo, securing the soft curls that had taken me forever to tame. My hair, its usual wild cascade of reddish curls, was now swept into a stylish updo with loose tendrils framing my face. I had taken great care to make sure it looked just right – elegant but not too formal.Tonight had to be perfect.I turned to my Mama, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with that warm, knowing look. She was always there for me, especially when I had something big on my mind. And tonight... Tonight was more than just the company’s golden jubilee event. Tonight could change everything."Mama, do you think I'm overthinking this?" I asked, my voice betraying the mix of excitement and nerves that had been building inside me for days.Mama gave me a soft smile, smoothing the fabric of her dress as she leaned forward slightly, “You’re not overthinking, honey. It’s normal to feel nervous when something important is about to
(Thomas)The room was dimly lit, just enough to see the outline of Lydia resting beneath the covers. Her breathing had steadied, a little shallower than usual but calm, as if her body was finally giving in to the rest it so desperately needed.I sat by her side, watching her closely, waiting for any sign of discomfort or unease. Every now and then, she stirred, and I’d gently press the cool cloth to her forehead or offer her another sip of water.The doctor’s words from earlier replayed in my mind like a mantra. He had told me to hydrate her, keep her comfortable, monitor her breathing, and call if anything changes. I’d followed the instructions to the letter, making sure Lydia had everything she needed throughout the night. I wasn’t going to let anything slip, not when her health was at stake. She was my world, and I couldn’t afford to let anything happen to her. Not again.I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the water glass, gently placing it against her lips. "Just a litt
(Lydia)I woke up feeling like my head was swimming. The world around me felt unfocused and unfamiliar. My eyes fluttered open to the soft light filtering through the curtains of the hotel room. For a moment, I felt a pang of confusion, disoriented by my surroundings. But then I felt the weight of Thomas beside me, his presence grounding me instantly.I exhaled in relief, letting the tension in my body dissolve. Thomas was right there, as solid and steady as ever, lying next to me with his hand resting protectively on my arm. My throat felt scratchy and parched, and I instinctively shifted.He noticed it immediately.“Here,” Thomas said softly, his voice warm and comforting. He grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand and helped me sit up just enough to take a few slow sips. The cool water felt like a balm against the dryness in my throat, and I sighed as the fog in my head began to clear, if only slightly.Once I finished, Thomas set the glass down and sat on the edge of the b
(Thomas)I could feel it, the way Lydia was processing everything. The silence that stretched between us worried me though. She was deep in thought, her brow furrowed slightly, her lips pressed together in the way they always were when something weighed heavily on her. But she wasn’t saying anything.I hated that. I hated that I didn’t know what was running through her mind. I didn’t want what happened to scar her, to leave a mark.I’d seen her shaken before after Nathan had broken into her house. The memory of that night still sat heavy in my chest. I stayed with her afterwards, unable to leave her side. I could still hear her muffled cries, the way she had jolted awake from a nightmare that had ripped through her like a storm.It had pained me then, and it pained me now. I couldn’t stand the thought of her carrying that kind of fear again.“Lydia,” I said softly, shifting closer to her on the bed. Her hand was still in mine, warm but slightly tense. “Talk to me,” I said softly, “Wha
(Lydia)I paced around the hotel room, my feet tracing the same path over and over on the soft carpet, trying to work off the restless energy pulsing through me. The dim lighting from the bedside lamps gave the room an unsettling coziness, like a false comfort in a place I couldn't truly feel at ease.I could hear the steady sound of water rushing into the bathroom where Thomas was taking a shower. He hadn’t been able to stand the sticky, disgusting layer of sweat and grime that had clung to him after the party. I couldn’t blame him. That party was more than filthy in every way imaginable.But I wasn’t just pacing because of that nightmarish party or Thomas’s need to scrub it all off. No, it was because of Nathan. That slimy, arrogant bastard who thought he could get away with everything. How could he be so reckless? Did he honestly believe there would be no consequences? That he could do whatever he wanted and no one would come after him?I stopped by the window and stared out into
(Lydia)As soon as Thomas stepped out of the bathroom, steam trailing behind him, I turned to him, unable to hold back any longer.“I have a plan,” I said, my voice steady even though my heart was racing.Thomas raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing in curiosity as he dried his hair with the towel. He knew me well enough to understand that when I said I had a plan, I meant it. I wasn’t someone who jumped into things half-prepared.“You sure about this?” he asked, but there was no doubt in his tone. It was more like he was already on board but wanted to hear the details before committing completely.I nodded, “I’m not backing down, Thomas. I’ve had enough of Nathan, and it’s time to show him he can’t do this to me, or anyone else.”He didn’t say anything, just sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. That was the thing about Thomas. He was always calm when I needed him to be. Never pushing, just waiting for the right moment to dive in.I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and dialed Josh
(Lydia)Thomas and I sat across from each other in the hotel room, our plans for the next few days forming rapidly in our heads. It was clear that we couldn’t leave L.A. now, not with Nathan’s birthday party in just a few days. This was the opportunity we had been waiting for, and if we left the city, we might miss our only chance to gather the dirt we needed on him.“We’ll stay,” I said, breaking the silence between us, “At least until after the party. We need to see this through.”Thomas nodded, already pulling out his phone, “I’ll let my assistant know. She can move things around and make sure everything else is handled remotely.”I could hear him tapping away at his screen, his voice low as he made the necessary arrangements, but my mind was already elsewhere. I picked up my own phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Ruby’s number. I hadn’t checked in with her since yesterday, and it was unlike her not to send me updates about the kids.Mabel and Miles. I missed the