When I got home, the familiar scent of freshly baked cookies greeted me, and I found my mom bustling around the kitchen. She turned to me, her warm smile faltering as she caught sight of my face.“Anna?” she asked, concern lacing her voice. “What’s wrong, sweetheart, why are you home so early?”That was all it took for the dam to break. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. Mom was by my side in an instant, pulling me into a comforting hug.“It’s okay,” she murmured, stroking my hair. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. Just tell me what happened.”Between sobs, I recounted the day’s events—the leaked information, the accusations, Naomi’s taunts, and the humiliation of being sent home. I told her about Alaric’s belief in my innocence and the way Naomi’s face had betrayed her guilt. By the time I concluded, my voice had become hoarse, and my emotions felt as if they had been squeezed out like a dried sponge.Mom’s grip tightened, her
"I told you I was innocent," I said, a hint of smugness in my tone as I handed Alaric the recording.He rolled his eyes, his lips quirking into a half-smile. "And I believed you," he replied evenly, holding the recorder to examine it. "What’s this?""It’s a recording of Naomi admitting her crime," I said, watching his expression shift to one of intrigue.Alaric pressed play, listening intently as Naomi’s voice filled the room, each word an undeniable confession. When the recording ended, he leaned back in his chair, an impressed look softening his usually stern features."How did you manage this?" he asked his tone a mixture of curiosity and approval.I explained my plan briefly, how Mia had helped me set it all up, and how I’d baited Naomi into confessing in the restroom. By the time I finished, he was leaning back in his chair, his fingers steepled under his chin."I’m impressed," he said with a low chuckle. "You solved the issue in less than a day. Not many people can do that."The
As we drove through the countryside, the silence in the car grew heavier. I shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Alaric, who was focused on the road, his expression unreadable. To break the tension, I asked, "Mind if I put on some music?" He nodded without looking away from the road. "Go ahead." I turned on the radio and flipped through stations until I landed on a pop song I adored. A smile spread across my face as I began to sing along softly. The upbeat melody lifted my spirits, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside didn’t matter. When the song ended, I realized how absorbed I had been and glanced at Alaric. He was watching me out of the corner of his eye, an amused expression tugging at his lips. Embarrassment flooded me. "Sorry, that was… very inappropriate," I mumbled, fiddling with the hem of my blouse. To my surprise, he chuckled. "Don’t apologize. It was… refreshing." I blinked at him, caught off guard by his words. "Refreshing?" He nodded. "It’s nice to
We ran as fast as we could, weaving through the dense forest. The trees and underbrush were thick, making it hard for anyone to track us. After what felt like an eternity, the sound of footsteps chasing us faded away. We slowed, trying to catch our breath. “We lost them,” Alaric said, his sharp gaze scanning the area. “But we need to keep moving. They might double back or spread out." Though my lungs burned and my legs screamed for rest, I nodded. “Okay,” I managed, determined not to slow him down. After a while, Alaric glanced at me. “You’re exhausted,” he said, his voice softer now. “Let’s rest for a few minutes." “No,” I shook my head firmly, even though my body ached to agree. “If we stop, they might catch up. I can keep going." Alaric’s lips pressed into a line, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. “Fine,” he said after a moment, “but you’re not doing this alone." Before I could protest, he stepped closer, gently grabbing my arm and positioning me so I leaned against him. “
Alaric took off his jacket, his movements precise as he tore a piece from it. Without a word, he knelt down again and began to gently clean my legs with the makeshift cloth. “Alaric, you don’t have to do this,” I protested, trying to pull my legs away, but he held firm, his gaze unwavering. “I want to,” he said simply, his voice steady. There was something in his tone that silenced me. He worked carefully, wiping away the blood and dirt. Every now and then, his hands would pause as if checking to make sure he wasn’t hurting me. When he finished, he tore the rest of his jacket into two longer strips and wrapped them around my feet, securing them snugly. The material provided an immediate sense of relief, dulling the sting from the cuts and scratches. “There,” he said, standing up and looking down at me with a small, reassuring smile. “That should help with the pain for now." “Thank you,” I murmured, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt for how much he was doing for me. He seemed
“Anna, wake up.”I groaned, still half-asleep, and rolled over, but the urgency in Alaric’s voice pulled me from my slumber. His hands gripped my shoulder, shaking me firmly. “What? What’s going on?” I mumbled groggily, blinking up at him. He pressed a finger to his lips, signalling for me to be quiet, and then pointed toward the door. My heart jumped as I strained my ears, and the faint sound of scuffling reached me. The haze of sleep vanished instantly. I sat up, now wide awake, as the muffled noise became clearer—footsteps, voices. My eyes darted to Alaric, who had his finger on the trigger of his gun, his expression tense. Swallowing hard, I grabbed the pistol he’d given me, my hands trembling slightly. I released the safety with a soft click, the sound unnervingly loud in the otherwise quiet cabin. The voices outside grew louder, more distinct. “Are you sure they’re in there?” one of them asked, his tone irritated. “They can’t have gone far,” another replied, sounding confi
beep beepA steady beeping sound drew me out of a deep fog. Blinking slowly, I was met with an expanse of white, sterile walls, and a bright overhead light. It took a moment for reality to settle in—I was in a hospital.I looked around, taking in the faint hum of machines and the faint antiseptic smell. My gaze dropped to my arm, where tubes and wires connected me to the beeping monitor. Confusion mingled with an ache in my shoulder as I struggled to sit up.The movement sent a sharp jolt of pain through my shoulder, making me wince. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was enough to slow me down. I was still fighting to prop myself up when the door opened. For some strange reason, my heart lurched, and I found myself hoping it was Alaric. The flash of disappointment that followed seeing my brother startled me—why had I wanted it to be him? Maybe I just needed to know he was okay after everything. “Anna!” my brother called out, his voice full of relief as he rushed to my side. His happiness
A few days later The morning was gray and overcast, mirroring my mood as I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, waiting for the nurse to finish my discharge papers. It had been a few days since the… incident, and while my injuries were minor and healed faster than expected. However, the emotional toll lingered like a storm cloud over my head. For one, my parents still refused to talk about me returning to work. Every time I tried to broach the topic, Mom expertly dodged the conversation, changing the subject like a seasoned politician. After the third attempt ended in frustration, Ryan pulled me aside and advised me to wait until I wasn’t sitting in a hospital bed to bring it up again. “They’re just worried about you, Anna,” he said. “Let them see you’re okay first.” I hated to admit he was right. But what really stung—what made my chest tighten every time I thought about it—was that Alaric hadn’t called, texted, or even stopped by. Not once. I thought we were friends—or at l
I don't know how long we stayed like that—Alaric pressing down on Damian’s wound, me whispering prayers.The sound of backup finally crashing in loudly to my ears. Yells. Footsteps. Barked orders. But all I could see was Damian's paling face.“Medics!” Alaric shouted hoarsely, his voice raw. “Someone call an ambulance! We need a medic now!”At some point someone knelt beside us, a blur of uniform and supplies, hands taking over. I didn’t let go of Damian’s hand until they pried it from mine to load him onto the stretcher.“Stay with him,” Alaric said, voice shaking but firm. “Don’t let him go under.”I nodded numbly, stumbling after them as they wheeled him out. Alaric stayed behind to coordinate the clean-up, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Damian’s blood on my hands.The gun—the one I had fired—was still tucked in my waistband. I’d killed a man today. A man who nearly destroyed everything we loved.But all I could think was…Please, don’t let this be the price we pay.The wall
AnnaI know I should have stayed back.I promised I would.But it’s different this time.Something in my gut twists with dread, and no matter how hard I try to ignore it, it keeps clawing at me. I know they were walking into a trap. And knowing they were going in with backup didn’t help soothe my fears not one bit. Not tonight. Not when Elias was desperate and dangerous. Not when Alaric looked at me like he might not come back.I wait until I can no longer see the tail lights of the black SUV disappear down the road before I move.My feet take me straight to the study, to the drawer where I had stashed Alaric’s gun weeks ago. The same one I’d stolen the very first day we met—back when he had threatened me to help him.A fond smile pulls at my lips at the memory.God, a lot has changed since then.The man who once cornered me with cold eyes and threats was now the man I love and loves me. Fiercely. Wholeheartedly. I had changed too—no longer afraid, no longer unsure of my place in the
Anna“Are you crazy? You can’t go there!” Damian’s voice cuts through the room like a whip, anger and concern laced in every word.“Actually, we’re both going,” Alaric replies dryly, arms crossed as he leans against the desk. “He asked for us both.”I don’t even try to stop the eye roll. The situation would be a lot funnier if I didn’t wholeheartedly agree with Damian.This was definitely a trap.We’d been ruthless lately—strategically acquiring Elias’s properties, shutting down his companies, exposing his shell businesses one after the other. He had to be desperate. Cornered animals don’t beg—they bite.“You really think he’s just going to surrender?” Damian scoffs, pacing now, eyes blazing. “After everything? The attacks, the manipulation, trying to ruin your company—hell, trying to ruin all of us?”“He sounded tired,” Alaric says quietly, his gaze distant, thoughtful. “Not defeated. But… done.”“Of course we won’t go in alone,” Alaric adds, his voice low but firm. “There’ll be back
3rd person povThere was a time he believed in the system.Bright-eyed. Sharp-minded. Hungry for knowledge and a future he’d been promised if only he worked hard enough.At fourteen, he was already leagues ahead of his peers. Teachers called him a prodigy. A scholarship—one funded by a generous tech conglomerate—was practically guaranteed. He would’ve gone to one of the best schools in the country, maybe even abroad. He would’ve made something of himself.Until it all disappeared.One morning, the whispers started. The funding for their orphanage was pulled. The private donors withdrew without warning. Within weeks, the place he called home was shuttered. Children were split up, sent off to unfamiliar homes, cold institutions with less oversight and even less compassion.Elias found himself in a hellhole disguised as a sanctuary.The beatings started early. First from the older boys, then the staff who turned a blind eye—or worse. No books. No computers. No more teachers praising his
AnnaI wake up to the feeling of strong arms pulling me close, a warm chest pressing against my back. For a moment, I let myself sink into it, into him. The dim lights of the early morning seep in through the curtains, but Alaric’s embrace is anything but peaceful—it’s tight, protective, almost… tense.I blink the sleep from my eyes. “Alaric?”His hold loosens slightly, just enough for me to turn and face him. His eyes are already open, watching me like he’s memorizing every detail. There’s something in them that wasn’t there before; had something gone wrong?“How did it go?” I ask softly, brushing my fingers along his cheek.He sighs and presses his forehead to mine. “As expected. He’s not going to stop. And worse, it's not because he wants power or money, but because he thinks this is justice.”My heart sinks. “So, what now?”“The next few days…” He trails off, jaw tightening. “They’re going to be dangerous, Anna. He’s not done. And the closer we get to exposing everything and stopp
AlaricI watch her from the edge of the room—curled up in the window seat, sunlight catching in her hair, legs tucked under a blanket and reading a book. For a moment, everything feels quiet. Peaceful. And for the first time in what feels like forever, that quiet doesn’t terrify me.But it doesn’t last.“I suppose it’s time I told you everything,” I say, breaking the silence. Anna looks up, her eyes meeting mine—steady, patient. She’s always known when I was holding something back. It has been 4 days since Celeste told us everything she knew, which was more than enough to finally put everything into perspective.I move to sit across from her, fingers laced together.“His name is Elias Voss.”Her brow furrows. “Elias…”“He grew up in a government-run orphanage,” I continue, “one that was heavily funded by the company—back when my father was in charge. It was a passion project of his, actually. He used to visit once a year, donate books, clothes, supplies… But something happened. The fu
**Explicit content ahead**He carries me into the bedroom, his grip strong but reverent, like I’m something fragile he’s afraid to break. The moment we reach the bed, he lowers me gently onto the sheets, hovering over me like he’s afraid to rush. His fingers trace the line of my jaw, down my neck, and I shiver under his touch."Take off your clothes." He looks shocked which was exactly what I was going for."What??"“I said, take off your clothes, Mr. Sinclair,” I murmur, my voice low but teasing, a sly smile tugging at my lips.He arches a brow, but there’s a flicker of surprise in his eyes—he wasn’t expecting this version of me. Truth be told, I wasn’t either. But something about being with him—with Alaric—makes me feel bold. Safe. Desired.Normally, I’d shrink away, let him lead. I’ve always been the one to follow, to please, to hope for scraps of affection. But not tonight. Not with him.Tonight, I want to claim him.I lean back into the pillows, watching intently as he slowly beg
We finally return to Alaric’s home, and as soon as I step inside, a wave of familiarity crashes into me.The scent of warm wood and subtle spice. The soft lighting. The quiet hum of the house.God, I missed this place.I slip out of my shoes slowly, letting the comfort of it all sink in. It’s only been a few months, but everything that happened between then and now makes it feel like a lifetime. My gaze drifts to the grand staircase and the tall windows, and for a moment, I just let myself breathe.We’d left Celeste with Tristan at the safehouse. He insisted on staying behind to watch her, and I trusted him—but still, a flicker of worry lingers in my chest. I hope she doesn't try anything stupid. I hope they’re okay.Shaking the thought off, I pull out my phone and call Damian. He picks up on the second ring and the conversation starts off tensed but I give him everything. I tell him about Celeste, the revelation, the name of the man behind it all, and how we finally have leverage.By
Something in me softens as I watch Celeste shrink into herself.Gone is the haughty woman who stormed into Alaric’s office, who tried to pit us against each other and stood tall beside a man she thought was invincible. Now, she’s… a discarded pawn, trembling on the edge of irrelevance.I walk over quietly and kneel beside her, lowering myself to her level so she doesn’t feel surrounded or attacked. Her eyes flick to mine, red-rimmed and wide, like she doesn’t know whether to expect mercy or mockery.But I speak gently.“If you tell us everything you know,” I say, my voice calm and honest, “Alaric will let you go. No more games, no more threats. Just tell the truth, Celeste. Help us stop him.”Her lips tremble, and I see the fight start to leave her body.“No one else has to know,” I add. “But you can’t go back to him. Not after this. And you know that.”She blinks rapidly, a single tear slipping down her cheek before she quickly wipes it away, as if she still doesn’t want to appear we