In New York, Candice was on FaceTime with Blair, who had told her everything that happened at Justin's house. "Mia isn’t as naive as we thought. She’s playing her own game with Justin, and it’s working. We need to get rid of her before she tells Mason everything." Blair’s voice sounded through the phone. "You're right, I should have gotten rid of that Mia a long time ago. She knows too much. I never imagined she'd go against me like this. She needs to be out of my way," Candice nodded in support. "I can't risk her telling Mason anything, not when I finally have him all to myself." As they spoke, Mason entered the room, his expression was furious. Without a word, he yanked the phone from Candice’s hand and threw it across the room. It clattered against the wall and fell to the floor, the screen shattering. "Mason! What are you---" Candice started, but her words died down in her throat when Mason held up his phone. He pressed play on the recording, and Candice’s voice filled the ro
Mason grabbed his keys and headed to the door to leave for work - he had some crazy meetings to get through before he could go to Australia to see Raven, but he froze the instant the door opened. Standing in front of him was a dead woman... that was less than dead. Margaret. Standing at his front door. Her face was mostly hidden behind oversized shades and a scarf wrapped tightly around her neck like the stereotypical woman hiding her identity in a bad television movie. Mason's heart skipped a beat. Everyone thought she was dead, but here she was alive and breathing. "Margaret?" Mason asked, his voice filled with disbelief and anxiety. "I thought you were---" "Dead?" Margaret interrupted. "I'm not, not that anyone seemed to care that much. But - can I come in? I'm rather conspicuous standing out here." Mason stepped back, allowing her entry. "What - I don't -" "Shut your mouth, Mason, you'll catch flies," Margaret smiled, affectionately. She had never felt much for her step
**PRESENT DAY: MASON’S LIVING ROOM** Mason sat frozen as Margaret paused. "Lenora knew about the arrangement between Michael and Charles," Margaret continued. "Lenora didn't care about Michael or anyone, she just wanted the Prescott fortune. She was already pregnant, and when she gave birth, she made it seem like the child was born prematurely. She refused to name her daughter." Mason clenched his fists; he could see where this story was heading, but he decided to let her continue as he couldn't trust himself to speak. Margaret took another deep breath before continuing. "Michael finally told his parents about Susan. He brought her to the family home when she was nearly due. His mother was furious, but there was nothing she could do. Michael told his family he was diagnosed with cancer and he didn’t have much time to live. He died a few weeks later, but I don't think he died from cancer." Mason shook his head, having trouble keeping up with the insanity of Margaret's story. He
Mason glanced at his phone, seeing his father’s name flash across the screen. Steadying the wheel, he shifted the car into cruise control, pressing the phone to his ear as he sped down the highway toward the airport. It was finally happening, he was finally going to get his wife back. "Dad," Mason greeted, keeping his voice steady. "Mason, where are you? I've been trying to reach you for hours," Charles’s voice came through. "I'm heading to the airport. I'm going to Australia to bring Raven back home," Mason replied with a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He didn’t mention Raven’s pregnancy to anyone yet, he wanted her with him so they could share the news. "How did you know where she is? I'm guessing Damon saw her?" "So you knew all this time, Dad, and you didn't tell me… wait, Damon knew???” Mason sighed. "Well, it doesn't matter how I know; all that matters is that I'm going to get my wife back." Charles grunted approvingly. "Finally! That's good news, son. I'v
Julie’s legs nearly gave way beneath her. She didn’t know what to do. Both her father and her brother were now fighting for their lives, and she was powerless to help either of them. She didn't know how to face this on her own. Everything was happening so fast and she had never had to deal with anything like this before. Her father and Mason always took care of everything, and when they weren’t around, Damon... Damon! Her hands trembled as she pulled out her phone, dialing Damon’s number with shaking fingers. She needed someone to tell her what to do! The phone rang twice before Damon picked up. "Hey Julie, how are you?" His voice was calm. Julie’s voice cracked as she tried to speak, sobbing a moment before she managed to get her voice under control. “Damon?” Julie whispered, not sure what to say. “What’s wrong, kid?” Damon asked, falling directly into big-brother-protector mode. “Where’s Mason?” “Damon, please... I don't know what to do. Dad had a heart attack. I saw him col
Raven and Damon hurried through the automatic doors, her stomach churning as the sterile smell of the hospital greeted them. Raven's heart pounded in her chest, echoing louder with every step. Julie was sitting in the waiting room, her face buried in her hands, trying to muffle the sobs that still managed to escape. Emily sat beside her, holding her tightly and whispering soft words of comfort, but it was clear that nothing could ease Julie’s pain right now. The moment Raven saw Julie, tears brimmed in her eyes. She hadn't realized just how much she missed her until now. Raven rushed over, wrapping her arms tightly around her bestie. Emily moved aside to allow the friends to be close together. Julie was startled a bit, but when she saw who it was, she began to cry even louder, holding on to her tight. "Raven, where have you been? I missed you so much!” “I know, I’m sorry,” Raven’s voice was low, for Julie’s ears only. “I'm so scared right now; I don't know if Mason or Dad's going
“How did all of this happen?” she whispered, reaching for Emily’s hand and holding on tight. “You want me to explain the birds and the bees to ya, kid?” Damon teased, tension still in his voice as he tried to lighten the mood a little. He glared at Justin before finally accepting that there were more important things than Justin’s petty behavior. He was determined to figure out what the bastard was up to but, in the meantime… “Truce?” Justin nodded shortly, accepting the offer. “This isn’t over,” Damon warned him. “But there’s too much going on and Raven needs things to be calm. So you just got lucky, I’ll back off. For now.” Justin sighed. “Look,” he began, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I know I’ve been an asshole, and no one has any reason to trust me. But when I saw Mason’s car mangled into the tires of that truck… puts things in perspective, know what I mean?” “Yeah, I know what you mean. I’m not sure I believe you, but I know what you mean.” ~~~~ The minutes felt l
The hospital corridors were silent, and the weight of grief hung in the air. Raven hadn't spoken since the news had hit her. It felt like her entire world collapsed in a single breath. Damon glanced over at her, his face filled with concern, but he couldn’t find the right words. There were no words. He had just lost Charles, someone who had been a father figure to him too. Now Mason was in a coma, clinging to his life, and no one knew if he would wake up. Julie’s quiet sobbing pulled Damon’s attention back to the room. She stood there, red-eyed and trembling. He stepped toward her, pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly as if that would somehow take away her pain. "We knew this was going to happen," he murmured, running his hand through her hair. "We just never expected to lose him so soon." Julie didn't respond with words, only muffled cries as she buried her face in his chest. Her tears soaked through his shirt, but he didn’t care. The loss of Charles Barrett wasn’t j