The sun hung high over the mansion, casting golden streaks across the marble floors. Sophie stretched lazily, glancing out at the shimmering blue of the pool. A break was long overdue. Her body ached from the tension of the past few days—the divorce proceedings, Lucas’s injury, the weight of secrets pressing down on her shoulders. She needed a distraction.Something thrilling.Slipping into her room, she reached for the newest addition to her collection—a sheer, black lingerie set that left little to the imagination. Lace hugged her curves, delicate straps resting against her skin, teasingly thin. It was a reckless choice, but maybe reckless was exactly what she needed right now.She stepped outside, walking toward the pool with an air of indifference, as if she wasn’t aware of the way the silk clung to her body. As if she didn’t notice the way Lucas’s gaze flickered toward her before he let out a low whistle.“Well, well. Someone’s feeling bold today,” he mused, leaning back against
The sun had begun its slow descent, staining the sky with streaks of amber and gold. The air had cooled just enough to be pleasant, but Sophie still felt the lingering heat, not just from the weather but from the exchange that had just taken place. Drake had walked away, but the weight of his presence still pressed down on her, heavy and unavoidable. He had indulged her, yes, but not in the way she had expected. Instead of snapping, instead of pushing back with his usual sharp-edged control, he had let her play her game. Let her push. Let her test. And that was what unsettled her the most. She turned her head toward Lucas, who was still lounging comfortably in his chair, swirling the drink in his hand with a smug little smirk on his lips. He knew something. Sophie narrowed her eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” Lucas chuckled, tilting his head toward her. “Can you blame me? You’ve been dancing around each other for so long, it’s about time the music changed.” She ignore
Sophie hadn’t expected Lucas’s condo to be this… tidy.She had envisioned something far less put together—clothes scattered on the floor, unwashed dishes in the sink, maybe even an unmade bed covered in evidence of his reckless habits. But as she stepped inside, she was met with dark wood flooring, neatly arranged furniture, and a modern, minimalist aesthetic.The place smelled like expensive cologne, leather, and something faintly smoky, like a lingering trace of old whiskey. The walls were a cool shade of charcoal, and the massive floor-to-ceiling windows offered a sweeping view of the city skyline.She shouldn’t be surprised.Lucas was chaos, but it was a controlled kind of chaos. He didn’t do messes—at least not the kind you could see.Shaking off her thoughts, Sophie made her way toward his bedroom. It was just as put together as the rest of the condo. The sheets were smooth, the bed perfectly made, and there wasn’t a single thing out of place.She had never been here before, and
Sophie knew she should stop.She should leave it alone.Lucas was healing, albeit slowly, and she had done more than enough by bringing him back to the mansion, making sure he had everything he needed. But something didn’t sit right with her.It wasn’t just about Lucas anymore.It was about the way things didn’t add up.The way everyone around her kept acting like she was being irrational for questioning things.Drake had told her to stop.Lucas had avoided answering anything directly, even when she had pressed.And the more they tried to push her away from the truth, the more she felt the urge to dig deeper.She wasn’t a fool.Something was going on.And she wasn’t going to stop until she figured out what it was.“You’re being reckless.”Drake’s voice cut through the thick tension in the room.Sophie barely spared him a glance as she placed a glass of water on the nightstand beside Lucas’s bed. The man in question was half-asleep, his injuries still keeping him weak.“I’m taking care
The mansion felt wrong. Sophie had spent enough time there to recognize the subtle shifts in the air, the way silence could stretch too thin, the way emptiness could settle in like a living thing. But this? This was different. She knew it the second she stepped into Lucas’s room. The bed was empty. The blankets had been tossed aside, the pillows slightly dented, as if someone had left in a hurry. The lamp beside the bed was still on, casting weak light across the dark wooden floors. Sophie’s pulse spiked. “Lucas?” Silence. She moved deeper into the room, scanning for anything—any sign of where he might have gone. The window was shut. The closet door was slightly ajar, clothes hanging haphazardly. His shoes were still there. But his jacket? Gone. A sick feeling twisted in her gut. Lucas had barely been able to sit up on his own earlier. There was no way in hell he could have just—walked out. Not without help. Or not without being forced. Sophie’s st
The mansion felt suffocating. Sophie had spent hours trying to find something—anything—that could tell her where Lucas had gone. But the security system was useless. The footage was gone, wiped clean like the night had never happened. Whoever had taken Lucas had planned this too well. She tried again, typing commands into the security system’s console, digging through the data logs. Nothing. The last recorded footage had been from the previous evening. After that? Blackness. Drake was leaning against the wall, watching her with his usual unreadable expression. “You’re wasting your time.” Sophie clenched her jaw. “So we just do nothing?” Drake exhaled through his nose. “There are other ways to find him.” She turned in her chair. “Like what?” Drake didn’t answer. Instead, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and swore under his breath. Without a word, he walked out of the room. Sophie let out a frustrated sigh. She knew one thing—Drake was kee
The blood came first.Sophie Myers stood frozen, her hands trembling as she stared down at the deep crimson pooling around her feet. The silk of her pale dress clung to her thighs, stained and ruined. She blinked, trying to focus, but the sounds of the party around her, the laughter, the music, and the clinking of champagne glasses—were all drowned out by the thundering of her heart.No.Her stomach twisted violently, a sharp pain shooting through her body. She sucked in a breath, barely able to stand. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the marble table beside her, nails scraping against the surface.“Edward.” Her voice was small, breaking under the weight of her panic. She found him a few steps away, his back to her, perfectly poised with his colleagues. “Edward, please…”Her husband turned slowly, a glass of whiskey balanced between his fingers. His expression hardened the moment his gaze met hers, a flicker of irritation at the interruption, as though she were a child tu
The week after, the hospital felt like a blur.Sophie Myers moved through the days on autopilot, eating when the nurses reminded her, staring at the beige walls of her hospital room, and ignoring the pity in the doctor’s eyes when he checked on her recovery. Her body was healing, but her mind wasn’t.Edward hadn’t returned after the divorce papers. No calls, no messages, not even an assistant to deliver the rest of her belongings.On the eighth day, Sophie stood by the window, the hospital gown hanging loose on her shoulders as sunlight poured in. Enough was enough. If Edward wouldn’t keep his end of the deal, she’d handle it herself.♡♡♡When Sophie arrived at the mansion, it felt like walking into a hollow memory lane.The Flynn estate was as grand as ever, with arched gates, pristine lawns, the long driveway she used to love. But something was off.Too quiet.Her heels clicked against the marble floors as she entered, carrying the faint echo of an empty house. There were no servant
The mansion felt suffocating. Sophie had spent hours trying to find something—anything—that could tell her where Lucas had gone. But the security system was useless. The footage was gone, wiped clean like the night had never happened. Whoever had taken Lucas had planned this too well. She tried again, typing commands into the security system’s console, digging through the data logs. Nothing. The last recorded footage had been from the previous evening. After that? Blackness. Drake was leaning against the wall, watching her with his usual unreadable expression. “You’re wasting your time.” Sophie clenched her jaw. “So we just do nothing?” Drake exhaled through his nose. “There are other ways to find him.” She turned in her chair. “Like what?” Drake didn’t answer. Instead, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and swore under his breath. Without a word, he walked out of the room. Sophie let out a frustrated sigh. She knew one thing—Drake was kee
The mansion felt wrong. Sophie had spent enough time there to recognize the subtle shifts in the air, the way silence could stretch too thin, the way emptiness could settle in like a living thing. But this? This was different. She knew it the second she stepped into Lucas’s room. The bed was empty. The blankets had been tossed aside, the pillows slightly dented, as if someone had left in a hurry. The lamp beside the bed was still on, casting weak light across the dark wooden floors. Sophie’s pulse spiked. “Lucas?” Silence. She moved deeper into the room, scanning for anything—any sign of where he might have gone. The window was shut. The closet door was slightly ajar, clothes hanging haphazardly. His shoes were still there. But his jacket? Gone. A sick feeling twisted in her gut. Lucas had barely been able to sit up on his own earlier. There was no way in hell he could have just—walked out. Not without help. Or not without being forced. Sophie’s st
Sophie knew she should stop.She should leave it alone.Lucas was healing, albeit slowly, and she had done more than enough by bringing him back to the mansion, making sure he had everything he needed. But something didn’t sit right with her.It wasn’t just about Lucas anymore.It was about the way things didn’t add up.The way everyone around her kept acting like she was being irrational for questioning things.Drake had told her to stop.Lucas had avoided answering anything directly, even when she had pressed.And the more they tried to push her away from the truth, the more she felt the urge to dig deeper.She wasn’t a fool.Something was going on.And she wasn’t going to stop until she figured out what it was.“You’re being reckless.”Drake’s voice cut through the thick tension in the room.Sophie barely spared him a glance as she placed a glass of water on the nightstand beside Lucas’s bed. The man in question was half-asleep, his injuries still keeping him weak.“I’m taking care
Sophie hadn’t expected Lucas’s condo to be this… tidy.She had envisioned something far less put together—clothes scattered on the floor, unwashed dishes in the sink, maybe even an unmade bed covered in evidence of his reckless habits. But as she stepped inside, she was met with dark wood flooring, neatly arranged furniture, and a modern, minimalist aesthetic.The place smelled like expensive cologne, leather, and something faintly smoky, like a lingering trace of old whiskey. The walls were a cool shade of charcoal, and the massive floor-to-ceiling windows offered a sweeping view of the city skyline.She shouldn’t be surprised.Lucas was chaos, but it was a controlled kind of chaos. He didn’t do messes—at least not the kind you could see.Shaking off her thoughts, Sophie made her way toward his bedroom. It was just as put together as the rest of the condo. The sheets were smooth, the bed perfectly made, and there wasn’t a single thing out of place.She had never been here before, and
The sun had begun its slow descent, staining the sky with streaks of amber and gold. The air had cooled just enough to be pleasant, but Sophie still felt the lingering heat, not just from the weather but from the exchange that had just taken place. Drake had walked away, but the weight of his presence still pressed down on her, heavy and unavoidable. He had indulged her, yes, but not in the way she had expected. Instead of snapping, instead of pushing back with his usual sharp-edged control, he had let her play her game. Let her push. Let her test. And that was what unsettled her the most. She turned her head toward Lucas, who was still lounging comfortably in his chair, swirling the drink in his hand with a smug little smirk on his lips. He knew something. Sophie narrowed her eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” Lucas chuckled, tilting his head toward her. “Can you blame me? You’ve been dancing around each other for so long, it’s about time the music changed.” She ignore
The sun hung high over the mansion, casting golden streaks across the marble floors. Sophie stretched lazily, glancing out at the shimmering blue of the pool. A break was long overdue. Her body ached from the tension of the past few days—the divorce proceedings, Lucas’s injury, the weight of secrets pressing down on her shoulders. She needed a distraction.Something thrilling.Slipping into her room, she reached for the newest addition to her collection—a sheer, black lingerie set that left little to the imagination. Lace hugged her curves, delicate straps resting against her skin, teasingly thin. It was a reckless choice, but maybe reckless was exactly what she needed right now.She stepped outside, walking toward the pool with an air of indifference, as if she wasn’t aware of the way the silk clung to her body. As if she didn’t notice the way Lucas’s gaze flickered toward her before he let out a low whistle.“Well, well. Someone’s feeling bold today,” he mused, leaning back against
She sat curled up in the room, the dim glow of the lamp casting soft shadows across the walls. The house was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning, a contrast to the storm raging in her mind.She had done everything she could for Lucas—fed him, cleaned his wounds, made sure he was comfortable. He was asleep now, his breathing steady, his body finally at rest. And yet, Sophie couldn’t find the same peace.Her thoughts were tangled, looping back to the same question over and over again. What now? What was she supposed to do with everything she had learned? The conversation she had overheard between Drake and Catherine kept replaying in her head, but the words blurred, mixing with all the emotions she had buried for so long.She didn’t know how long she sat there, lost in thought, but eventually, she felt his presence before she even saw him.Drake.He didn’t say anything at first. Just walked in, sat down on the opposite end of the couch, and leaned back, exhaling quie
Sophie’s hands were still shaking as she pushed open the grand doors of Drake’s mansion. The adrenaline from the attack hadn’t fully worn off, but exhaustion was beginning to creep in.Lucas leaned against her, his weight heavy, his breath labored. She had managed to stop the bleeding temporarily, but he needed medical attention—and fast.The house was eerily silent as they stepped inside. The usual staff was nowhere to be seen, making the air feel heavier, as if the walls themselves were holding secrets.She didn’t have time to think about that.Lucas groaned, his legs nearly giving out.“Hold on,” Sophie muttered, tightening her grip around his waist. “We’re almost there.”She half-dragged, half-carried him toward the nearest guest room, her mind racing. She should have taken him to a hospital, but Lucas had insisted on coming here. He said they couldn’t trust anyone else.And after what had just happened, she wasn’t sure he was wrong.Once inside the dimly lit room, Sophie eased hi
Sophie had been watching Lucas for days.At first, she thought she was imagining it—the way he started avoiding her gaze, the sudden shift in his demeanor, the way he hesitated before answering her questions. Lucas was many things, but hesitant wasn’t one of them.Now, he barely even looked at her.Whenever she asked about Drake, about Catherine, about the evidence she had gathered, he would deflect, change the subject, or suddenly remember an urgent phone call he needed to take. It was subtle at first, little things she might have ignored if she wasn’t already so suspicious.But it was getting worse.And Sophie was done pretending not to notice.The low hum of the car engine filled the silence between them. Lucas sat in the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel a little too tightly. He hadn’t spoken since she confronted him earlier, since she accused him of hiding the truth about Edward’s murder.Now, she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to hear what he had to say.“You should have told me