Just like the last time, Lisa’s voice cut through the air casually. “Wanna head out? I’m kinda over it.”
I smiled, heart pounding—not with fear, but anticipation. “Sure.”
We strolled toward the mall’s entrance, sunlight spilling in from the large glass doors. And then—just as I remembered—the sharp, blaring wail of the security alarm pierced through the air. Heads turned. Conversations halted.
I feigned surprise, furrowing my brows in confusion and concern, glancing around as if the sound couldn’t possibly have anything to do with me. But of course, it had everything to do with me. Or at least, it was supposed to.
“Ma’am,” one of the security guards said as he stepped in front of us, palm up, voice firm, “I’m going to need to search your bag.”
My eyes widened in careful measure.
Maybe it was the way we were dressed. I’d thrown on something simple—a black tee and old jeans, my hair pulled into a lazy ponytail. Lisa, on the other hand, looked like she belonged in the pages of a glossy magazine. Cream-toned blouse, gold accents, a designer tote slung over her shoulder.
So they overlooked her. Again.
“What? I didn’t steal anything.”
“We have to check, please,” he repeated, motioning for me to hand it over.
I clutched my bag to my chest instinctively, then hesitated, like someone with nothing to hide but everything to lose. I could feel Lisa shift beside me, just out of reach, just like last time—still untouched, unbothered.
“I don’t understand,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Why am I being searched? I’m very sure I didn’t steal anything.”
The guard doesn't budge. “We just need to follow protocol, ma’am. If you have nothing to hide, this won’t take long.”
I feel my throat tighten. Just like last time. I already know how this goes.
“If you have concerns, why don’t you check the cameras?” I add, a little louder, letting my desperation seep through, just enough to draw attention. “They’ll show I didn’t take anything.”
That’s when she speaks.
Lisa.
She steps forward, her voice light and laced with false concern. “Anna… why don’t you just let them search you?” She gives a tiny, theatrical shrug. “It’s not like you have anything to be scared of…”
She stops—right there, right before the sentence can end.
Then she gasps softly, eyes widening as if she’s just realized something horrific. She quickly shuts her mouth, but the damage is already done.
I see the ripple start in the crowd.
“She must’ve taken something,” someone whispers behind me.
“Such a young girl, stealing like that…”
“What’s the world coming to? Greedy, spoiled little kids.”
“Doesn’t she have shame? Her parents must be mortified.”
“Look at how worried her friend is. She definitely did it.”
Each comment slices into me like a fresh wound, even though I know this is all part of the plan. It still hurts. The memories are too close to the surface.
But I don’t relent. Not this time.
Because this time, I want more people to gather.
I want her fall to be big.
Loud.
Public.
Lisa’s downfall will be so much worse than mine ever was.
And for once, she won’t be able to hide behind silence and perfect smiles.
I continue to argue for a bit, not loud or hysterical—just firm. Determined. But eventually, I relent, sighing shakily as the taunts from the crowd begin to sting.
“Just let them check,” someone mutters.
“She’s making it worse.”
“Guilty people always fight so hard.”
And that’s when I see it—one, two, three phones tilted just enough to catch the scene. A few surveillance domes blink red from above. Good. I wanted witnesses.
I swallow hard and hold out my bag with both hands, the act so familiar it makes my stomach twist. “Fine,” I say, voice low and trembling. “Check it.”
The guard nods, takes the bag gently, and begins searching through it.
Nothing.
The crowd murmurs. Confused. Suspicious.
Lisa turns pale.
I see it happen in slow motion—her lips parting slightly, her eyes darting from the empty bag to me, then to the crowd, and back to the guards. She’s doing the math. Realising the pieces don’t add up. Not in her favour.
If the alarm had rung... and my bag was empty... then...
I raise an eyebrow, turning slowly to meet her gaze.
Her breath hitches.
The guard clears his throat. “There’s nothing here.”
I press a hand to my chest and subtly pinch the tender skin of my side until it stings enough to force out a few tears. My lip quivers just a little. The right amount of broken.
“I was humiliated,” I whisper, voice shaking. “And for what? I already told you I didn’t take anything.”
The sympathy washes over me like a tide.
“That poor girl.”
“She’s crying…”
“Maybe it was a mistake.”
“The alarm must’ve glitched.”
“Someone should apologize to her.”
I lower my head, letting the tears fall. I almost laugh through them, because it’s working.
Lisa’s still frozen, probably praying no one suggests checking her bag next.
A tense silence settles over the group. The kind that makes your skin itch and your heart thud too loudly in your chest. Everyone's looking around, confused, uncertain. But mostly—they’re looking at me. Tear-streaked, trembling, violated. Innocent.
And then someone says it.
A woman with a designer purse and a sharp tongue.
“If the alarm went off and her bag was clean… shouldn’t you check the other girl’s too?”
Lisa’s head snaps to the side.
“I—I didn’t take anything,” she says quickly, her voice too high, too breathless.
“Well, neither did she,” the woman replies coolly, pointing to me. “But she still got searched. Seems only fair.”
The guards exchange glances. One of them nods and takes a step toward Lisa.
Panic flares across her face.
“Miss, do you mind if we take a look at your bag?” the guard asks, calm and professional.
Lisa holds it tighter to her chest for a second. A second too long. And the crowd doesn’t miss it.
“She’s hesitating.”
“Guilty as hell.”
“Check it already!”
Reluctantly, she hands over the bag. Her eyes dart to mine, wide and pleading now, searching for some sign of mercy.
But I just tilt my head and blink at her. Blank. Unforgiving.
"Don't worry; Its not like you have anything to be worried about." I parrot her words back at her. This was so satisfying.
The guard opens the bag slowly. Rummages through. And then stops.
His fingers close around something shiny.
He pulls it out.
The jewelry set.
The exact one she’d stared at longingly. The same one she slipped into my bag last time. The one that had ruined me.
Gasps ripple through the crowd like a wave.
“Oh my God.”
“It was her?!”
“And she let that poor girl take the fall?”
I don’t have to fake the tear that slips down my cheek this time. The vindication is overwhelming. Not sweet—no, it’s bitter, salty, burning. But it’s mine.
Lisa looks like she might collapse.
“I—I don’t know how that got in there,” she stammers.
Someone scoffs loudly. “Oh, please.”
The guard’s face hardens. “Miss, I’ll need you to come with me.”
“I swear, it’s not mine! She probably—she—” Lisa turns to me, eyes wild. “Anna, tell them. Tell them I wouldn’t—”
I blink at her. Slowly. Then look down, shoulders trembling.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper hoarsely. “Why would you say that?”
And just like that, her face crumples.
Game over.
The guards move to escort Lisa, but I step forward, my voice quiet, pleading. “Wait… please,” I say, my words trembling with the slightest hint of desperation. “It’s... it’s just a mistake, right?” I swallow hard, fighting the lump in my throat. “She doesn’t need to be arrested. She’s a good person... she wouldn’t have meant to do anything wrong.”
The crowd quiets, all eyes on me. For a moment, they seem almost hypnotised by the vulnerability in my voice. It’s strange—how quickly they turn from judgement to sympathy.
The guard glances at me, clearly surprised. “Miss, are you sure?”
I nod frantically, forcing a tear to slip down my cheek, my hand trembling as I gesture to Lisa. “Please, just let her go. She’s been through enough. We all make mistakes. Let’s just pretend this never happened.” I give him a shaky smile, the most saintly I can manage. “Please.”
For a brief second, the guard hesitates. I see it in his eyes—the flicker of indecision. But then, he sighs, as if deciding that the drama was enough for today, and turns to Lisa.
“Alright, Miss, we’ll let you off this time, but don’t let this happen again.”
Lisa looks at me, wide-eyed, stunned. The crowd murmurs—some with admiration for my selflessness, others with disbelief at my magnanimity. The tension in the air lifts, and people begin to whisper to each other, undoubtedly speculating on the unexpected kindness I’ve just shown.
“Thank you,” Lisa whispers under her breath, her face pale, her voice quivering.
I nod, holding her gaze for a moment. The weight of what had just transpired hangs heavy between us, but I don’t speak. The crowd begins to disperse, their opinions already forming about the situation. Some are still looking at me with a mixture of awe and relief, while others whisper about how lucky Lisa was to have someone like me to save her from the consequences.
If only they knew.
After the whole fiasco at the mall, Lisa’s face shifted—her expression going from pale to horrified as the realization of what had almost happened sank in. She left with a quiet, "See you later," . I couldn't help myself, I laughed softly under my breath, the sound almost bitter. It felt like a small victory, a taste of control over something that had always seemed so out of reach. But even as I stood there, watching her retreating figure, I knew it was just a blip. A tiny victory in the grand scheme of things. It meant nothing compared to what I had to do next.I left the mall with a sense of satisfaction, but it quickly faded when I walked into the house. The familiar, comforting scent of dinner being prepared greeted me as I stepped inside. My family had already set the table, and I could hear my mother bustling around in the kitchen. The soft clink of plates and silverware, the hum of quiet conversations—everything felt normal. Everything felt safe.As I sit at the dining table, su
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I feel the weight of everything pressing down on me, threatening to suffocate me. My family, our future, the lies I’ve lived through. My mind keeps racing, replaying every betrayal. I want to fix everything, to untangle this mess, but I know I need to start somewhere. And the first step, as painful as it is, has to be to extricate myself from Lisa and Josh.Josh. The name that once made my heart flutter now turns my stomach. Months ago, I would have done anything to hold onto him, to believe that we were building something real. But I know the truth now, and the truth is a bitter pill to swallow. He’s been with Lisa all along, sleeping with her, laughing at me behind my back. The thought burns through me like acid, and for a moment, I want to scream. How could I have been so blind?I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. There’s no point in holding on to someone who’s already gone. Breaking up with him feels like the obvious move, but I hesitate.
Disoriented, I blink at the morning light streaming through the window. My eyes sting, and my mind feels like it’s been in a bender all night long. I could barely sleep, chasing solutions for saving Josh’s uncle. Despite hours of turning over every detail I could recall, I’m no closer to an answer. At one point, I passed out from exhaustion, but unfortunately, I could only get a few hours of sleep. now i had to deal with being sleep deprived all day longI push the thoughts aside and head to the bathroom. If I’m going to survive today, I’ll need to face both Josh and Lisa without raising suspicions. My mind hardens as I make a vow to act normal, calm, and composed. They can’t know anything’s changed until I’m completely free of their influence.After a hot shower, i run a towel through my hair to dry it. I had it cut short after a while of working tirelessly as it was too much work. I missed my long hair, and I was glad to have it back.I pause in front of the mirror; the reflection s
As I walk toward campus, the familiar paths bring up more memories I’ve tried to bury. Back in school, I was a ghost, a social pariah. I didn’t have friends, just Lisa and Josh.At first, things were different. My classmates were kind, even welcoming. I liked a couple of them and had fun conversations with them; I thought maybe I’d finally belong somewhere. But slowly, I started to see their smiles fade, replaced by cold stares and whispers behind my back.Why?I still don’t know, but it doesn’t take much to know Lisa had to have spread some lies about me. I wasn’t living on campus, so I didn’t have roommates to bond with or late-night study sessions to join, so wasn’t really in the social scene in school, and I couldn’t have been able to hear about rumours about myself.When the hostility began, I retreated into myself and stuck to Lisa.Lisa, my “best friend," never lifted a finger to help me connect with anyone.Why would she? She was thriving, surrounded by friends, always laughing
Disoriented, I blink, my mind snapping back just in time to catch Lisa’s words."Hey, I tried calling you last night, but it wasn’t going through. Are you alright?" she asks, her voice laced with a practiced air of concern.I force a smile, though I’m sure it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. "Oh, yeah. I slept really early, and my phone was on Do Not Disturb."Before I can finish my words, she waves her hand dismissively, cutting me off. "Anyway, I was calling for your advice on what to wear for tonight's class get-together."I roll my eyes. How typical of Lisa, not caring about anyone but herself.We’re walking into the half-filled lecture hall now, and I let her comment hang in the air for a second before asking, "What get-together?"Lisa turns to me, eyes widening in mock surprise. "Oh, I’m so sorry," she says, her tone dripping with insincere pity. "A couple of our coursemates decided to host a party for everyone. I thought you’d be invited, too. That’s why I mentioned it."My chest t
I round the corner and spot the café in the distance. Relief washes over me as I realize I’ve made it on time. Josh might be a terrible person, but punctuality is his religion. If I were even a minute late, he’d let me hear about it. And I need him in a good mood if I’m going to pry any useful information from him.My mind is so caught up in rehearsing the conversation that I almost miss it—a low, pained groan.I freeze mid-step, my ears straining. There it is again. Definitely a groan.Before I can second-guess myself, my feet carry me toward the alley beside the café. My heart hammers as my mind spins with possibilities. What could have happened? This area’s supposed to be safe. It’s surrounded by schools and dorms—nothing ever happens here.The sound guides me deeper into the alley, and soon I spot the source: a dark figure slumped against the wall.He’s male; I can tell that much immediately. His left hand clutches his shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers. His right hand is
"Closer," he snaps, his tone sharper this time.I suck in a deep breath, and before I can stop myself, the words spill out."Hey, please don’t shoot me! I promise, if you let me go, I won’t say a word about anything I saw. I didn’t even see your face—okay, that’s a lie. I did see it, and, uh, wow, you’re really gorgeous, I have to say."His brows knit together, but I’m too far gone to stop now."My point is," I ramble on, "someone with a face like yours doesn’t belong in jail. You know what happens there, and I’d really hate for you to end up like that. So I definitely won’t tell anyone, not the police, not anyone. Please, I really don’t want to die. I still have so much to do!"My voice finally falters, and I realize I’m holding my breath. When I dare to look at him again, his expression is unreadable."Are you done?" he asks, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched.I blink at him, my mouth snapping shut."I don’t need a monologue," he says dryly. "I just want you to take that phone."
I walk over to his table, and before I can even sit, Josh launches into his usual tirade.“Why did you keep me waiting? You know I’m very busy these days, and you also know how much I love punctuality. I get that you weren’t brought up strictly with these principles, but surely, by now, you’ve learned good manners.”I stare at him, stunned by his audacity, half tempted to pull out the gun tucked in my bag just to shut him up. Instead, I bite back my irritation. I just needed one thing from him, and after that, I could make him pay for all the misery he’d caused me.Forcing a smile, I coax, “I’m sorry I’m late. I ran into some of my parents’ old friends and had to stop for a quick conversation.”That seems to satisfy him, and he leans back in his chair with a smug nod. “So, what did you call me here for?”“I called you here to catch up,” I said lightly. “It’s been a few days since we last talked.”His disappointment is evident, and I wonder why, but I press on instead. “How’s your famil
Lisa’s POV“I don’t know why she’s being so cold,” I sigh dramatically, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I glance at Josh beside me. “Anna always had a mean streak. She used to say the nastiest things to me back when we were… you know… ‘friends.’”Josh furrows his brows like he’s trying to remember a version of Anna that never existed. “Really?” he asks, clearly more intrigued than concerned.I nod solemnly, layering my voice with a hint of pain. “She used to make me cry, say I wasn’t good enough, pick on everything I wore… Even now, it’s like she’s still punishing me.”Josh chuckles, smirking as if he’s just discovered a grand conspiracy. “She’s probably still in love with me,” he says, running a hand through his hair like that thought pleases him too much. “That’s why she’s acting like that. Holding a grudge… Classic jealousy move.”God, you’re so easy, I think, but I school my expression and give him a supportive smile. “Maybe… Maybe you should talk to her. You know, clear
The week passes in a blur of logins, onboarding emails, and meetings where I try my best to nod like I understand everything—thankfully, I understand more than I expected. They’re still easing me into the workload. I’m mostly shadowing my mentor, assisting with research, preparing data summaries, and sitting in on team meetings. It's nothing too intense yet, but I make sure to look alert, take notes, and ask smart questions. I want to earn my place here, not just coast on charisma and a polished resume.And thankfully, despite the awkward start, I haven’t had to interact with Lisa much. We're in different departments, mentored by different analysts, and our desks are thankfully on opposite ends of the floor. The only times I catch a glimpse of her are during lunch breaks, when I feel her eyes on me from across the cafeteria like some low-budget thriller villain.I’ve learned to ignore it. She can stare all she wants.Friday rolls in before I know it. I’m just finishing up a small repo
I stir awake, a smile already tugging at my lips as I realize where I am, wrapped in Alaric’s arms, still basking in the afterglow of a blissful night. The sun rays shines gently through the curtains, casting golden warmth across our tangled bodies. I stretch slightly, careful not to wake him, and try to ease myself out of bed. But the second I move, his arm tightens around my waist. “Five more minutes,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep. I glance at the clock, heart skipping. “I’ll be late, Alaric. It’s my first day.” He doesn't even open his eyes. Instead, he shifts closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck before pressing a kiss there—slow, purposeful, and devastatingly effective. My resolve wavers instantly. It didn't even pretend to put up a fight. “Just five,” I whisper, breath hitching. “That’s all I need,” he murmurs with a devilish grin, before rolling back the covers and disappearing beneath them with wicked intent. My squeal turns into a gasp a
I stare up at the sleek glass building in front of me, its mirrored panels catching the morning sun like armour. My reflection stares back—poised, professional, and a tiny bit terrified."You’ve got this," I tell myself, shifting my folder to my other arm. I’ve done everything I could to prepare. Hours of brushing up on industry questions, perfecting my resume, and tailoring my pitch. And countless mock interviews with Alaric—him sitting on the edge of his desk in his lazy, arrogant sprawl, firing hard questions with a smirk just to watch me squirm.I smile to myself at the memory. It’s because of him I feel even remotely ready.Still... this is different. This isn’t his world. This is mine.I smooth a hand over my skirt, exhale slowly, and whisper under my breath, “You’re smart. You’re capable. You belong here.”And then I walk inside.The receptionist greets me kindly, and I’m led to a waiting area that smells like fresh coffee and expensive polish. I take a seat, crossing my legs a
Lisa’s POVThe capital smells like money and power.I breathe it in as I step out of the plane with Josh trailing behind me, already going on about how this city’s going to change everything for us. “Connections,” he keeps saying. “Opportunities.” Blah, blah. I’ve heard it all before.We weave through the arrival terminal, and for a second, I’m bored. Airports are all the same—plastic smiles, rolling suitcases, screaming kids.Until I see him.He’s leaning casually against a black luxury car parked by the curb, a phone in one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of a navy-blue coat. He’s not trying to be noticed, but God, it’s impossible not to. There’s something about him—sharp jaw, cold eyes, the kind of presence that doesn’t just enter a room but commands it.I slow down instinctively.And then a woman runs toward him.A girl—slender, stylish, dark curls bouncing as she throws herself at him. He hugs her tightly, murmuring something that makes her laugh. There’s warmth in his tou
After hours of sitting in that cold, too-bright waiting room, it's as if time blended into itself. I’ve counted every tile on the ceiling. I’ve memorized the rhythm of every footstep that passes by the hall. I’ve heard more whispered more prayers than I can remember. And then finally, the door opens. A nurse steps out, her face soft with something resembling a smile. “He’s awake,” she announces quietly. The air leaves my lungs in a whoosh. I see Mrs. Ashford’s hand fly to her mouth as Mr. Ashford pulls her into a trembling embrace. Ellie lets out a choked sob, her shoulders sagging with relief. Alaric, beside me, closes his eyes for a moment, and takes a deep breath as if releasing a tension wound tightly beneath his skin. “But,” the nurse continues gently, “he’s still weak. He can only handle one or two people at a time.” Of course. We all nod, silently agreeing. Mr. and Mrs. Ashford go first. They disappear behind the door, and for ten long minutes, we wait in thick silence.
AnnaIt’s been hours.Long, aching, heavy hours since they took the blood from me. I barely noticed the prick of the needle or the lightheadedness that followed. My body was numb. My mind was too focused on a single thing, saving him.And somehow… he made it.Damian is stable now.Those words were like a balm I didn’t know I needed. I must have cried then—relief bursting through the fear like the first sunlight after a storm—but I don’t remember. I only remember Alaric holding me, one hand on the back of my head, the other wrapped around my waist, grounding me like he always does.Now, though, the relief is fading, replaced by a new weight.Telling his family.Telling Ellie.I glance at Alaric as we walk down the hallway. His jaw is tight, his steps stiff. The adrenaline of battle has worn off, leaving him hollowed out, just like me. But he’s here. And that’s all I need to move forward.The door to the waiting room is just ahead. I can hear voices—Mrs. Ashford’s soft worry, Ellie’s an
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