Sophie sat on the hard cot in her cell, staring at the peeling paint on the grey walls. Two days. Forty-eight hours of nothing but silence, stale food, and the cold realization that no one was coming for her.
The police had given her no lawyer, no phone call. They’d left her there like a criminal without rights without a voice. When the metal door creaked open on the third morning, she didn’t even look up. “You’re allowed to see a lawyer now,” the officer said flatly. Sophie’s head snapped up. “Finally,” she muttered under her breath as she stood, her legs stiff from sitting too long. The interrogation room was colder this time, Sophie sat across from a rotating series of lawyers, faces that looked her over once, their expressions were guarded, and left within minutes. The excuses were endless. “It’s a conflict of interest.” “I can’t take on a case of this magnitude.” “I have other commitments.” But she knew the truth. None of them wanted to cross Edward Flynn, not even in death. His wealth, his name, his influence—they were still powerful enough to haunt her. On the sixth lawyer, a middle-aged man in an expensive suit sighed as he closed his briefcase. “Mrs. Myers, you don’t need a lawyer. You need a miracle.” His words hit like a slap. Sophie sat frozen, watching him walk out of the room, the door shutting behind him with an ominous click. A miracle. Her mind whirled, desperation clawing at her chest. A name floated to the surface. It was distant but clear. Lucas Carter. ♡♡♡ Sophie leaned against the payphone in the holding area, the receiver cold against her ear. She held her breath as the line rang once, twice. She knew it was a long shot. It had been years since she last saw Lucas. Back then, they were only acquaintances. Friends, if you stretched the word thin. Lucas was sharp, influential, and connected in places she never thought she’d need. But most importantly, he owed her. On the fourth ring, someone picked up. “Sophie?” His voice was deep, familiar, though tinged with surprise. She swallowed, gripping the phone tighter. “Lucas. I need your help.” There was a pause on the line. “Where are you?” “In a police cell,” she said, her voice shaking despite herself. “I’m being accused of Edward’s murder.” A soft exhale on the other end. “Edward’s dead?” “Yes.” Sophie’s throat tightened. “I didn’t do it, Lucas. But no one will fight for me. No one—” Her voice cracked. “Please.” Another pause, heavier this time. “I’ll come see you.” ♡♡♡ Lucas was the same, tall, impeccably dressed, with a sharp gaze that seemed to cut through everything it landed on. When Sophie was brought to meet him in the visitor’s room, she felt a small spark of relief for the first time in days. “Sophie,” he said, sitting down across from her. His expression was unreadable, but his tone held a note of something softer. “You came,” she said quietly. “I owe you.” The memory lingered between them unspoken. Years ago, Sophie had saved him. He was a man with many friends and even more enemies. But Sophie, Sophie had stepped in when no one else would. “And now you’re here,” Lucas said, looking at her intently. “Accused of murder. Edward Flynn’s murder.” “I didn’t do it,” she said firmly. “I believe you,” Lucas replied without hesitation. Those words hit her harder than she expected. No one had said that to her yet. Not once. “But,” he continued, “you’re in deeper than you realize. The police aren’t just looking for the truth—they’re looking for a quick win. And Edward… Edward’s name still carries weight.” Sophie lowered her head, staring at the scratched tabletop. “I know.” “What about your family?” Lucas asked. Her head shot up, eyes filled with pain. “They’re not an option.” He leaned back slightly, waiting. “When I married Edward, my mother told me to choose—him or them,” she said, her voice raw. “I chose him.” “And they never forgave you.” Sophie nodded. “They won’t help me now, Lucas.” He studied her for a moment, then exhaled through his nose, as though already calculating the moves ahead. “Fine. Then I’ll help.” “You will?” Sophie’s voice trembled with relief. He smirked faintly. “I’m not in the habit of abandoning friends. Besides, it’ll take more than Edward Flynn’s name to scare me.” That night, as Sophie sat back in her cell, she felt the smallest flicker of hope. Lucas was powerful, connected, and unshakable. If anyone could fight for her, it was him. But beneath the hope lingered something darker, something unsettling. Who killed Edward? She closed her eyes, replaying every moment of the past week. The empty house. The silence. The way everyone had looked at her without answering her questions. Someone had set her up. And whoever it was knew exactly how to bury her alive. ♡♡♡ Lucas sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. The weight of what he had just promised Sophie pressed on him. He couldn’t shake the image of her, defeated but holding on, clutching the sliver of hope he’d just handed her. His phone buzzed beside him. With a quick glance, he picked it up, scrolling through his contacts until he found the name he needed. The screen flashed as he hit Call. The line rang twice before a low, measured voice answered, “Lucas. Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.” Lucas didn’t waste time. “I need your help. It’s urgent.” A pause. “What’s the case?” “It’s a murder charge.” Lucas swallowed hard, his voice steady despite the knot in his chest. “Edward Flynn.” Another beat of silence. Then, the voice said cautiously, “Flynn? That’s not just any case. You’re treading dangerous ground, Lucas.” “I know,” Lucas replied quickly. “But I need you to fight this one. It’s really important. Please.” “Why? What’s the angle?” “It’s… personal.” His voice wavered, but only for a moment. “You don’t need the details. I just need you to take this case.” “You’re asking me to go against the system for you.” “Yes,” Lucas admitted. “And I’ll do whatever you ask of me in return. Whatever it takes.” The man, on the other end, exhaled sharply, clearly weighing his options. “You’re putting me in a tight spot, Lucas.” “I know,” he said again, this time with more desperation. “But you’ve done it before. Just this once—please. Help me with this.” There was a long pause, broken only by the distant sound of traffic on the line. Finally, the voice said, “Fine. We’ll meet tomorrow. Noon. Don’t be late.” Lucas closed his eyes, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet.” The voice turned sharp. "Ok." “Good. And Lucas?” “Yeah?” “Make sure this is worth it.” The call ended with a sharp click, leaving Lucas in silence once more. He dropped the phone onto the passenger seat, running a hand down his face. The stakes were higher than ever, but there was no turning back now. Tomorrow, the fight would begin.Lucas stepped into the massive office of Drake Hazelwood. The room was dim, save for the streaks of sunlight slashing through the tall windows, painting sharp, golden lines across the mahogany desk and leather chairs. Everything in here spoke of wealth, power, and the silent danger Drake exuded because Drake Hazelwood didn’t do anything unless it benefitted him.And Lucas knew that.Drake sat behind his desk, leaned back in a leather chair, a glass of dark amber whiskey swirling lazily in his hand. He didn’t bother to look up as Lucas entered, his eyes fixed on the city skyline outside the window.“You’re late,” Drake muttered, his voice smooth and low, as if he couldn’t be bothered to care.Lucas clenched his fists to his sides, fighting back the irritation clawing its way up. “You knew I’d come.”Finally, Drake looked at him. His gaze was sharp—too sharp. “Of course you came. You wouldn’t be here otherwise.”Lucas ignored the smug tone and cut straight to the point. “I need you to f
Sophie barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the cold, unreadable expression on Drake’s face as he told her she was married to him. Married. To him. The words echoed in her mind, but no matter how many times she repeated them, it didn’t make any sense.What had she signed? She kept trying to remember the papers she’d scrawled her name on, but the memory was fuzzy. Had she missed the marriage certificate buried in the stack of documents? No, she hadn’t seen it. It was a trap, a calculated move by Drake, and now she was tangled in a web of his making.She sat up in her small apartment, staring at the gray morning light spilling through the window. Her phone buzzed on the table, and she grabbed it, hoping for some kind of reprieve from the nightmare. It was an unfamiliar number, but Sophie didn’t hesitate before answering."Hello?""Mrs. Hazelwood," came Drake’s voice, smooth and chilling as ever. "I need you to meet me at my office today. It’s time to finalize
Sophie woke up to the blinding light streaming through the window. It felt like she’d only just closed her eyes, but the day was already here. A new day in the hell that Drake had trapped her in.Her phone buzzed. A message from him. Be ready in an hour. We have somewhere to be.Sophie wanted to throw the phone across the room. But she didn’t. She knew better than to act out now. If she was going to survive this, she needed to keep her cool.She threw on a dress, something simple, nothing too flashy. She didn’t want to give him any reason to look at her more than necessary. But deep down, she knew it wouldn’t matter. He looked at her like she was a puzzle to be solved—a toy to be played with.When she walked into the living room, Drake was already waiting, his usual cold expression plastered on his face. He stood by the door, hands in his pockets, looking like a goddamn statue. His gaze met hers, and for a split second, something flickered in his eyes. But then it was gone, replaced w
Drake’s body sagged against Sophie as they stumbled through the front door. His weight was unbearable, nearly sending her to the ground more than once, but she clenched her teeth and pushed forward. She wasn’t sure what scared her more—seeing him collapse or the raw weakness she’d seen in his eyes just before he did.She lowered him onto the bed, her arms trembling from the effort. He looked like a shadow of himself, pale, damp, and utterly defeated. Drake Hazelwood, the man who never flinched, never broke, was now lying there like a man on the edge of something terrifying.“Drake.” Her voice was steady, even though she didn’t feel it. “What’s wrong? What happened?”His eyes flickered open, just barely. The usual sharpness was gone, replaced with something softer, something that tugged at her chest. “Nothing,” he croaked, his voice so quiet she had to strain to hear it.“Don’t give me that,” she snapped, brushing the damp strands of hair from his forehead. “You don’t just collapse in
Sophie stirred at the faint sound of his voice, low and raspy. She blinked against the morning light spilling through the curtains, her eyes landing on Drake as he shifted restlessly on the bed."Althea…" he muttered, his voice cracking like it carried the weight of something unspeakable.Sophie frowned, inching closer. “Drake?”He didn’t respond, his brow furrowing deeply as he whispered the name again. Althea.Her chest tightened. Who was Althea? The name meant nothing to her, yet the way he said it—it was almost desperate.She reached out, her hand hovering just above his shoulder before gently pressing against it. “Drake, it’s me. Sophie.”His eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused. For a moment, it was as though he didn’t recognize her. Then his gaze softened, and the corners of his mouth twitched in something like relief.“Sophie,” he rasped, his voice barely audible.“Yeah,” she murmured, trying to ignore the knot forming in her stomach. “It’s me. You’re burning up.”Her han
Sophie heard the faint creak of the bathroom door and turned to see Drake emerging, his hair damp and pushed back, droplets of water clinging to his skin. He looked refreshed, like a man who had reclaimed control after losing it entirely. But the moment their eyes met, she knew something was different.Gone was the faint vulnerability she had glimpsed last night. His expression was unreadable, his eyes cold and distant.“Feeling better?” she asked hesitantly, her voice softer than she intended.“Fine,” he replied curtly, moving past her without a second glance.The distance in his tone caught her off guard. She had spent the entire night nursing him back to health, watching over him when he was at his weakest. Now, it was as though none of it had ever happened.Sophie forced herself to breathe, brushing off the unease creeping into her chest. It’s just the fever, she told herself. He’s probably still recovering.“I made breakfast,” she said, trying to bridge the gap forming between th
The next morning, Sophie woke up to the soft knock of the maid on her door. Her body felt heavier than usual, her mind clouded with lingering exhaustion. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table—it was past ten. Strange. She hadn’t slept in this late in years.“Ma’am?” the maid called again, her voice was hesitant.Sophie sighed, dragging herself out of bed and opening the door. The maid stood there, holding a sleek black card in her gloved hand.“This is from Mr. Hazelwood,” she said, her eyes fixed on the floor, as though afraid to meet Sophie’s gaze.Sophie’s brows furrowed. “What is it?”“A black card, ma’am,” the maid said softly. “He asked me to deliver it to you this morning before he left yesterday .”Sophie stared at the card, her heart was a mixture of irritation and curiosity. So, this was his version of an apology? No explanation. No effort to actually address what had happened. Just a shiny piece of plastic with a limitless balance. Typical Drake Hazelwood.She took
When Sophia woke, her body screamed in protest. A sharp, radiating ache started at her wrists, tied so tightly that the rope burned into her skin. Her head throbbed, each pulse sending a wave of nausea through her. Blinking against the dim light, she tried to take in her surroundings. The room was bare with cold concrete walls, and a single dangling bulb casting long, shifting shadows, and silence so heavy it pressed down on her chest.Her breath hitched as the events leading to this moment began to claw their way back to her consciousness. The black card. The shopping spree. The silence in the house. And then the chloroform.She tried to shift, only to realize her ankles were bound to the legs of the chair. Panic surged in her chest, but she forced herself to stay still. Panic never helped anyone escape.The door creaked open, the sound slicing through the silence like a blade. A man stepped in, he was tall, broad-shouldered, and shrouded in shadow. The dim light barely touched his f
The morning light crept in slowly, but Sophie was already awake, sitting by the window, legs pulled up to her chest, eyes far away. She hadn’t said much after watching the video the night before, just went quiet, her thoughts clearly louder than anything else. Drake had stayed, close enough to make sure she was okay, far enough not to smother her.She turned her head slightly when he walked in, fresh from a shower, towel around his neck, shirt damp near the collar.“We’re going somewhere,” he said.Her voice was hoarse. “Where?”He paused, met her eyes. “Where it all started.”And for a moment, she didn’t even need him to say it—she already knew.Edward’s mansion.Her heart sank a little. That place used to be her entire world. Not just brick and glass and luxury, but memories, laughter, screams behind closed doors, and love too—yes, love that somehow still lingered in the echoes of those walls. It had been home. It had been heartbreak. And Edward… Edward had once loved her so deeply,
The screen flickered to life, the shaky camera showing Edward’s study dimly lit, the light from the desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls, Edward looked like he hadn’t slept in days, his eyes were bloodshot, there was sweat on his forehead, and his hands trembled as he reached forward and adjusted the camera.“If you’re watching this,” his voice cracked, barely steady, “then I’m probably already dead… or missing.”Sophie froze, her breath caught in her throat, Drake moved closer behind her, staring over her shoulder, both their eyes glued to the screen, not a single sound passed between them except the buzz of electricity and Edward’s shaking voice.“I need you to know… I was never the real target,” Edward said, glancing behind him like someone might burst in any second, “they made me believe I had something they wanted, but this—this is bigger than me, Sophie, bigger than anything I thought I was involved in.”Her heart thumped against her chest like it wanted to escape, she tu
Being in this world alone sucks, but being in this world around people who think you’re a fool is the worst.Sophie was on the verge of insanity, her mind was going in circles, and she trying to make sense of everything in her life. First, there was Lucas, then, definitely not Drake, but he was the only hope she had left, so she couldn’t quite count him out.She huffed out a resolute sigh and walked into his bedroom, finding him sitting and working on his laptop.She sat down next to him.“Drake?” she called softly.He replied with a distracted hum, his eyes still glued to the screen.“Could you keep the laptop aside, please?” she muttered, her tone mockingly sweet.He nodded, closed the laptop, and turned fully to her.Being in this world alone sucks, but being in this world surrounded by people who think you’re a fool? That’s worse.Sophie was on the verge of insanity. Her mind kept going in circles, trying to make sense of everything happening in her life. First, there was Lucas. A
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