Marybeth awakened to a different world–one filled with murder and violence.As she stood in the living room, her eyes glued to the horrific news on the TV, she couldn't understand how humans could be so cruel, so brutal, and so heartless.Last night, the city had been taken under siege in a spate of gruesome attacks, sending shock waves throughout the country, and the cops were now out in full force, playing catch up to the criminals.The Police Minister—it still hadn't registered to her that the man was Hadley's father—was front and centre, vowing to bring the responsible party or parties to book.Marybeth snickered at his empty promises. She didn't expect much from a man neck-deep in the mob's affairs and watching him make a mockery of the people he was supposed to serve made her sick to her stomach."We have zero tolerance for violence, and our society has no place for animals—" Rawlings continued with his press-op, and Marybeth couldn't help but roll her eyes, immensely annoyed on
"It's okay, Orly," Marybeth murmured, gently patting Orlando's back to comfort her. "It's okay to miss your Daddy.""I should be used to it," Orlando cried even harder, her words muffled as she buried her face in Marybeth's shoulder. "But I thought after Mrs Allan left, Daddy would have time for me. Why does he work so much?"Marybeth thought it was a rhetorical question, but when Orlando pulled away and stared at her expectantly, her eyes brimming with the tears her small heart couldn't contain, she didn't know how to answer her.She knew why Austin was always away, but a six-year-old should never be burdened with the knowledge that her father was a crime lord and perhaps one of the deadliest, if not the most dangerous."Do you want to practice the guitar when we come home?" she suggested feebly, hoping to shift their conversation to a much happier place when she couldn't come up with a good reason for Austin's absence."But it's not Wednesday," reasoned Orlando in her six-year-old l
The last person Marybeth expected to find waiting for her in the staff room was her ex. She would have nicely asked him to get lost if the clerk wasn't there, watching them like a hawk, just waiting to catch any bit of gossip."What are you doing here?" she asked, trying her damnedest to keep her voice emotionless. "Didn't we agree to stay out of each other's way?""I didn't agree to anything," Elijah responded. "And even if I had, if it concerns your safety, no agreement can keep me away."Perturbed, Marybeth stammered, "My safety?""We need to talk," Elijah replied, not giving her a chance to refuse. He grabbed her lightly by the elbow and led her out of the staff room to his car in the visitor's parking area.To Marybeth's shock and surprise, Arno and Benji were still there. She assumed they'd leave after dropping her off and go do whatever the hell it was that security for the mob did during the day when normal people like her were out and about, working. But here they were, about
"What are you doing?" Marybeth asked shrilly. "What the hell is wrong with you? Unlock the door right now!""I will," Elijah replied. "But not until we talk."He reached for the folder on the dashboard and placed it on her lap. "This is the real reason I pitched up announced. You're in serious danger, Beth. I don't know how else I need to make you see. What will it take to get through to you? What will it take to make you see that this man you claim to love is slowly poisoning you?"Marybeth scoffed at his melodramatic statement. But she still opened the file anyway, bile rising in her throat when she saw the photos."What is this? Why do you keep showing me crime scene photos?""Because maybe facts will get through to you better than my emotions ever will," Elijah said. "You must have heard or seen the news about Scandal's editor?"Marybeth nodded, biting her lower lip, "Camille Something.""Yep, that's her," Elijah said, pointing at the first photo of a lifeless woman slumped agains
Marybeth was restless the whole morning after her talk with Eli.Scarlett was off sick with the cold, and Austin was still ghosting her—none of the fifteen texts she'd sent him, all screaming of her panic, had been read—so she didn't even have anyone talk things out with.When one of the grade six learners bounded into her classroom with a message from Smith summoning her to her office, Marybeth was grateful for the distraction, feeling optimistic that the principal wanted to update her on Adeline. In a day filled with murder and conspiracy theories, she could do with a bit of good news.But when she strode into Smith's office and found her staring listlessly out of the window, Marybeth began to doubt the purpose of their meeting."There you are," said Smith as she crossed the room, wringing her hands at her sides."What's going on?" Marybeth asked, even though her gut told her it wasn't the good news she'd expected."Please take a seat," Smith gestured at one of the visitors' chairs,
Marybeth checked her phone, relief dulling her senses when she saw it was Austin trying to reach her. She didn't realise how worried she was about him until his call."I'm assuming you have to take that," said Seshnee, nodding at the still-ringing phone in Marybeth's hand. She threw her handbag over her shoulder, adding, "I'll send your application to the judge. We should hear back from her in a day or two. In the meantime, Adeline and her siblings will remain at Safe Haven.""What about Carol? What's going to happen to her? Will she be charged with child neglect?"Seshnee shook her head, her thin lips curling in a small smile, "You mean by the police? I'm afraid not. Now that Social Services has taken over, we'll investigate Carol's case.""So what's going to happen to her?""She's free to return to her home for now until the hearing. And if she wants her kids back, she'll have to attend mandatory parenting lessons and put in some work with a family therapist.""I see," Marybeth said
Austin's 'urgent' meeting was with his father and Blake. Their old man had summoned them to Clarence Estate at the crack of dawn, yelling something about damage control. Austin had figured the cleanup plan had gone horribly wrong when he saw the news update about the Sloanes' nanny.So after he hung up from Marybeth, he just stood there, staring at the house, trying to decide whether to go in.He lit a cigarette, thinking about his call with Marybeth.She sounded…odd. Maybe because she'd never called him out of the blue. Or told him she missed him. It was…nice. Yet, a small part of him couldn't help but think something was wrong.He should have asked. Maybe he would have if he wasn't preoccupied with the damn meeting.Convinced he'd never be able to return to the Blue Mountains until he saw Marybeth and made sure she and Orlando were okay, he called his PA and changed his plans for the afternoon."So you'll only head back to the Blue Mountains tomorrow morning?" Elizabeth asked."Why
Clearly struggling to control his emotions, Blake closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling several times before he opened them again, asking as he sat down, "what's the condition?""Marry Hadley in two weeks," announced Lukas."I don't understand the urgency," Blake said softly. "I don't understand why this marriage has become the be-all and end-all of everything.""If you didn't have your dick in Sloane's mouth, maybe you'd understand," Lukas snapped."You told him?" Blake glared at Austin, raw disappointment etched on his face."Why would I discuss your bedroom secrets with anyone?" Austin fired back, holding up his hands innocently. "There were tons of people at the mayor's address. Anyone could have seen you."Addressing his father, Austin continued, "as much as I'd love to see this wedding become a thing in two weeks, it's too close to Marybeth's welcome ball. I don't want Blake's big day to overshadow my wife's first official public appearance as the кума of this family. I'm afrai