THE MEETING BRIDGETLisa nudged me excitedly, her voice barely audible over the noise. “Brie, that’s you! Get up there!”With shaky legs, I rose from my seat and slowly made my way toward the stage, my pulse racing. As I climbed up, I could feel all eyes on me, but none were as intense as the pair of stormy grey eyes watching me intently.Smith Spencer got up from his seat and walked toward me, his gaze locked onto mine. A flicker of recognition crossed his face, and for a moment, I wondered if he remembered me too. But his expression gave nothing away, his demeanour calm and composed.“Bridget Hales,” he said, his voice smooth yet firm. “Can we take a moment to talk about your recent performance?”I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “Of course, Mr. Spencer.”He studied me for a moment before continuing, his tone measured and professional. “I’ve been thoroughly impressed with your work on the recent projects. Your dedication and leadership skills have not gone unnoticed
DERRICKA KNOCK ON THE DOOR Knock. Knock.I heard a firm knock on the door, pulling me from my thoughts. My mother had mentioned visiting today, but she was still supposed to be at Auntie’s. It was too early for her to be done with that visit.Curiosity filled the air as I walked over to the door. My fingers tightened around the doorknob before I twisted it open. The moment my eyes landed on the face standing before me, my breath hitched. Vera. My heart stilled for a fraction of a second before it resumed beating, this time with an uneasy rhythm. Of all the people I expected to see today, she was the last."Vera?" My brows furrowed in confusion. "What... are you doing here?"She looked just as put together as ever—her brown hair in perfect waves, her designer dress hugging her figure, and her lips painted a shade of red that used to make my heart race. But not today. Not anymore."Did you forget something?" I asked, my voice tight. A part of me already knew she wasn’t here for some
D NIGHT SMITH SPENCER The evening air was crisp, carrying the soft melody of birdsong through the open balcony doors. From my vantage point, the city stretched endlessly before me, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. The skyline shimmered as glass towers reflected the last remnants of daylight, casting long shadows over the streets below. Inside, my penthouse was a sanctuary of wealth and refinement. polished marble floors, towering glass walls, and chandeliers that dripped with crystal. The ambient lighting cast a warm glow over the plush velvet furniture, while the scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air. I stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around me as I adjusted the silk belt of my golden robe. The fabric draped effortlessly over my frame, cool against my skin. A thick, white towel rested around my neck, absorbing the dampness from my freshly showered body. The air-conditioned space carried a sweet, savoring aroma—truffle, rosemary, and the unmis
ROMANTICBRIDGETIt’s been a year since Derrick shattered my heart and chose my best friend, Vera, over me. A year of pain, of rebuilding, of trying to find myself again. But tonight, for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel alive. Smith has a way of making me feel seen, cherished, like I matter in a way I haven’t in years. He’s wealthy, yes, and undeniably handsome, but it’s his kindness, his warmth, that draws me in. He’s not just a man with power; he’s a man with depth, and being around him feels like stepping into the sunlight after a long, cold winter.We’ve spent the evening laughing, talking, and drinking wine in his penthouse, the city lights twinkling like stars below us. The air between us is electric, charged with something I haven’t felt in a long time—desire, yes, but also a sense of connection, of being truly understood. Smith’s gaze never wavers when he looks at me, and it’s intoxicating. He makes me feel like I’m the only person in the room, in the worl
DERRICK The room was a mess. A half-empty bottle of whiskey dangled from my hand, its contents splashing with the unsteady movement of my hand. The dim light from the flickering lamp drew shadows across the walls, making the space feel even more suffocating. The air was thick with the stench of alcohol and regret, a toxic combination that mirrored the storm that's raging inside me. I slumped into the couch, my body heavy, my mind a chaotic whirlwind of anger, guilt, and despair.I tilted my head back, letting the burning liquid slide down my throat. It didn’t help. Not really. The whiskey only dulled the edges of my pain, but it couldn’t erase it. Nothing could.Vera had taken everything from me—everything I had worked so damn hard for, everything I had built. The house, the car, the property I bought—all of it was gone, divided up like spoils of war. Leaving me with nothing but scraps. A hollow shell of the life I once had.There’s a saying that during heartbreak, your wealth and p
The ReturnBRIDGETThe Holiday had been a time of relaxation and reflection, but now it was over. My off day had come to an end, and it was time to return to the grind. Only this time, it wasn’t just any ordinary day at work. I was walking back into the office as the newly promoted Marketing Director. The weight of the title still felt strange, like a dream I hadn’t fully woken up from. The memory of the celebration with my friends at the company replayed in my mind—the cheers, the laughter, and Davis’s exaggerated scream of astonishment when she heard the news. It was a moment I’d cherish for a long time to be honest.As I stepped into the company building, my head held high, I could feel the shift in the air. Confidence radiated from every step I took. but this morning something was different. The stares from the staff who had arrived earlier than me were impossible to ignore. Their eyes followed me as I walked through the lobby, their expressions a mix of curiosity and admiration
*The Confession*DERRICK The silence in the room could be felt, almost suffocating. My mother stood in the kitchen, her back to me as she fixed us something to eat. The clinking of utensils against the plate was the only sound breaking the quiet. I could feel her gaze flickering toward me every few seconds, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. It was obvious she was dying to ask what had happened, why she hadn’t seen Vera or any of her belongings in the apartment. The space where Vera’s things once were was empty, and my mother knew something was definitely wrong.I sat on the couch, my hands clasped tightly together, my mind racing. Frank, my best friend and the only person I had called after Vera’s betrayal, sat across from me. His presence was a small comfort, but even he couldn’t shield me from the storm that was about to come. My mother’s questions were inevitable, and I knew I couldn’t avoid them forever.Finally, she broke the silence. Her voice was calm but f
The Dark Side of PowerSMITH SPENCER “Yo, Boss, we got eyes on the gang responsible for the hit at the Club a few months ago. We have intel that they’ll be having a meeting tonight at the Granville Hotel by 8 PM. The boys are ready. We’re coordinating a hit on them tonight. Just waiting on your word, Boss.” Niko’s voice crackled through the phone, steady but urgent.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers drumming against the armrest. The room was dimly lit, the shadows stretching across the walls as I processed the information. My voice was calm, but there was a cold edge to it as I gave the order. “Do what you’re supposed to do, Niko. Get the boys there and rain hell on that party. Execute every last one of them. Show no mercy. I repeat, show no mercy. Make sure no one survives to see daylight. It’s time to show those dogs that no one messes with this gang and walks away untouched.”The line went silent for a moment before Niko responded, “Understood, Boss. Consider it done.”I ended
D.N.A TEST. BrieAt the office, I couldn’t get my head to focus on the load of paperwork sitting on my desk. My fingers tapped restlessly against the mahogany surface, the rhythmic sound doing little to drown out the storm of thoughts raging in my mind. I couldn’t focus.My mind kept drifting back to Derrick. I had a gut feeling that he wasn't going to stop, and it amplified my worry. I knew Derrick, I've been with him almost all through college, and he wasn't the type that gives up that easily. Once he set his mind on something, he pursued it with relentless determination. And now, that determination was fixated on Liam.A cold feeling of anxiety tightened in my stomach. What if this changes everything between Smith and I? Smith had been nothing but patient, understanding, but how long could that last? What if one day he woke up and decided this was too much..that I was too much? He hadn’t called since I’d told him about Derrick’s threats, and the silence was deafening. Was he pulli
Legal WarfareDerrickThe next morning, I sat on my bed as light filtered through the half-drawn blinds, casting jagged stripes across my rumpled sheets.My head pounded in rhythm with my heartbeat, a relentless drumbeat of regret from last night's whiskey.Frank's words played on a loop in my mind.. leverage, DNA test, lawyer. Each one a stepping stone toward Liam, a reminder of how far I'd let myself fall. I dragged a hand down my stubbled face, the grit of exhaustion clinging to my skin. Time wasn't just ticking; it was slipping through my fingers like sand, and I had to make quick moves.I reached for my phone, the screen blinding in the dim room. The number Frank had given me was saved under Mercer - Last Resort. I almost laughed. Everything about my life felt like a last resort these days. I clicked on the green call button and waited patiently for a pick. The call connected on the third ring. "Law offices of Daniel Mercer." The voice was polished and impersonal. The kind that
DerrickThe Plan.The amber liquid in my glass swirled as I clenched my fist, the ice cubes clinking softly—a pathetic symphony to match the storm in my head. Forget and move on? Bridget’s words still burned in my ears, sharp as shattered glass. I exhaled hard, my grip tightening around the whiskey before taking a slow, bitter sip. The burn down my throat did nothing to dull the frustration. Frank sat beside me on the leather couch, his usual easy-going demeanour replaced by a rare, pensive silence. He swirled his own drink, watching me with that calculating gaze of his—the one that always made me feel like he was three steps ahead. “Dude she told me straight up on the call that I should forget about Liam and move on. Isn't that absurd?” I asserted, my gaze slowly drifting to Frank, who was sitting next to me with a glass of whiskey in his hand.She actually said that?” Frank finally broke the silence, his voice low. Forget and move on? Like, you're not the father of her kid?”
BrieShadow Of The Past: Continued. I hesitated, unsure of how much to share. Davis had always been my rock, the one person I could count on no matter what. But I just didn't want to talk about this. I was tired of bringing up Derrick, talking about a past I had tried so hard to leave behind.“It’s Derrick,” I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “He called. He wants to be a part of Liam’s life.”Davis’s eyes widened in surprise. “Derrick? After all this time? What did he say?”I recounted the conversation, my words tumbling out in a rush. As I spoke, I could see the concern written all over Davis’s face. She knew how much I had struggled after Derrick walked away, how hard I had fought to build a life for Liam and myself. “I don’t know what to do,” I confessed. “I can’t let him waltz back into our lives like nothing happened. But what if he tries to take Liam away from me? What if he goes to court?”Davis reached for my hand, her grip firm and reassuring. “Listen to me
The Shadow of the past: A fight for Liam.It was my second day off. The director had given me some days off to go spend time with Liam, who had just been released from the hospital. I sat on the couch, my gaze fixed on Liam as he slept peacefully in his cradle. His tiny chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, a reminder of how fragile life could be. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, hope, and now, relief. Liam was finally home, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to breathe. Liam, He was my world, my everything. When I almost gave up on life, he was the only thing keeping me going. He was my lucky charm, and I was just so overwhelmed by joy to see that he was finally recovering well.As I stood up to go get the drugs the doctor had prescribed for Liam, my phone rang out, the screen flickering. I averted my gaze towards the phone, wondering who that might be calling me by this time of the night. I picked up the phone and saw an u
“Ey, Amigo, I’ve been waiting on you for the Smith guy’s details and the transfer. You waste more time, and it’ll cost you double of that money, you understand?” Tyrell’s voice crackled through the phone, low and menacing, like the growl of a predator circling its prey.I clenched the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles whitening in the grip. The weight of his words pressed down on me, a reminder of the stakes I was playing with. These Gang members weren’t the kind of people you play around with. They were the kind who made people disappear when they were disappointed. And right now, I was dangerously close to becoming one of those people.“Hey, man, I’m on my way to the location where I’ll get you what you want. Trust me, I won’t take long,” I replied, my voice shaky despite my efforts to sound calm. The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. I wasn’t sure how much longer this would take, and every second felt like a ticking time bomb.Tyrell grunted, a sound that could have meant anything,
A Glimmer of GraceBrieThe hum of the office was a distant buzz as I rested at my desk, my fingers hovering over the keyboard but not typing. My mind was elsewhere, replaying the image of Liam lying in that hospital bed, his small frame dwarfed by the machines and tubes surrounding him. The memory of his laboured breathing, the way his tiny hand had gripped mine, sent a fresh wave of guilt crashing over me. I should have been there sooner. I should have noticed he wasn’t feeling well before it got that bad.“Brie?” Lisa’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. She stood in the doorway of my office, her expression a mix of concern and apology. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come see Liam at the hospital. I didn’t even know he was sick until Mark told me. How is he doing now? Is he okay?”I forced a smile, though it felt brittle on my lips. “It’s fine, Lisa. You don’t owe me an apology. And Liam’s doing better, thank God. The doctor said he’ll be discharged today.
A Deal with the DarknessDerrickI sat in my car, the engine off, the silence pressing against my ears like a weight. The parking lot was empty, save for a few scattered vehicles, and the faint glow of a street light flickering above. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as if holding on tighter could somehow steady the storm inside me. Bridget’s face flashed in my mind. Her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, the way she used to look at me before everything fell apart. And then there was Liam. My son. The boy I’d barely known, the life I’d missed out on. The guilt gnawed at me, a relentless ache that had only grown sharper since I’d seen him again.I’d spent years running from it, burying the regret under layers of denial and excuses. But seeing Liam at the hospital, really seeing him had shattered all of that. He was a bit older now, with Bridget’s eyes and a quiet confidence that made my chest tighten.I wanted to be part of his life. I needed to be. B
The Weight of ChoicesBRIEIt was 6:22pm in the evening. The fluorescent lights of the emergency room buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sterile glow over the tense atmosphere. The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, a persistent reminder of where I was and why I was here. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. fear, guilt, exhaustion, all battling for dominance.“I’ll be taking my leave now, Brie,” Smith muttered, his voice soft but firm. He rubbed his hand on my shoulder, the warmth of his touch offering a fleeting sense of comfort. “I have to be at a short meeting with some clients. I was headed there before I got your call and decided to rush here to meet up with you.”I looked up at him, forcing a smile that felt more like a frown. “It’s fine, Smith. Thanks for stopping by.”He nodded, his kind eyes filled with concern. “My pleasure, Brie. And get some rest, okay? He’ll be fine.” With that, he turned and walked toward the exit, his polished shoes clicking against the ti