Ada “Go on,” Sheila taunts when she sees my clenched fist by my side. “Hit me. See if you won’t fired for misconduct.”“You stupid bitch,” I hiss. “You tripped me.”“This is only a taste of what’s going to happen to you if you insist on challenging me,” she claims. Shamelessly. She’s so damn shameless. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like her in all my life. “You little—”“What’s going on?” Mrs. Danes asks as she heads toward us. “What happened?”Sheila turns around and tells her, “Naomi fell, Mrs. Danes. The poor thing.”“Are you alright?” Mrs. Danes asks me as she assesses the damage. There’s some food on the floor, but most of it’s on the tray, so that’s that. “Yes,” I answer while I make eye contact with Sheila. “Just fine. I’ll clean this mess right up.”Sheila smiles, and I realize that I have yet another person in this house who might prove to be problematic for me. I have to get rid of her. There’s no predicting what she could do, and I won’t risk my stay here. I’ve don
Maximilian I glance at the time on my watch and ignore the urge I have to groan in frustration. The party has only just started and I’m bored beyond belief. I hate such events, and the worst part is that the announcement of my succession will only be made in three hours. Rebecca and Edmund are having the time of their lives. They love these kinds of events; they thrive in this kind of environment. I, on the other hand, have never been the social butterfly. If anything, I’m on the antisocial side.I feel a tap on my shoulder and then hear Kelly’s voice before I see her face. “Max! You look so handsome! Did you miss me?”“Not really,” I joke before I take her hand in mine. Kelly is holding her mask on her left hand along with her clutch. I go ahead and remove the stupid shit from my face, too. “How was Paris?” I ask.“Oh, just great!” she exclaims. “I have to say that our fashion show went incredibly well, though I really wish you’d made it to my debut.”“Couldn’t,” I say simply. “W
AdaThe sight of Rebecca Loxley-Manney waving me over makes me look away from her brother, and I approach the group, but not without feeling my stomach turning from my nerves. A party like this is way out of my comfort zone, but of course, I couldn't say no to their invitation or chicken out, especially when they were kind enough to send me this dress. It’s absolutely stunning, and I don’t think I’ve ever owned a prettier dress. It suits my dark features so well, too, and I love this shade of purple. I walk toward them steadily in my high heels, and am pleased to see that Maximilian Loxley has finally looked away. He can’t hide his disdain for a second. I don’t even know how he managed to recognize me with my mask on. I skip it over my head when I get closer to them, and Rebecca looks me up and down appreciatively. “Wow. This dress is so beautiful!”“Thank you,” I say sheepishly, wondering if I should say something now about her being kind enough to get it for me or if I should wa
Ada The doors are still swinging when I approach them, and I hold the left one and slip inside the room through the gap of the doors. I was right when I assumed that it was a storage room. I see a whole bunch of crates filled with wine and champagne bottles as well as different liquors. What could Sheila possibly be doing here? That's what I want to know. And I find out soon enough. I hear voices and immediately duck behind a stack of crates. They're speaking in low voices, but I recognize Sheila's whiny, high-pitched voice. She's talking to a man, and when I peer over the crates, I'm not surprised to see Edmund talking to her. I wish I could get closer to hear what they're saying, but soon, they stop talking altogether and start kissing instead. My face reddens, and I cover my mouth with my hand. I shouldn't be surprised; I'd low-key deduced what was happening when she warned me off the men in the family. Her possessive manner made me realize that she must have had an affair wit
Ada“I gotta go,” I tell Damson quickly before hanging up and shoving the phone in my clutch. Edmund approaches me, his eyes following all my movements. “There you are. I’ve been wondering where you’ve been hiding. Is everything okay?”“Yes,” I lie. “I just thought I’d get some fresh air.”“Yes, it’s quite stuffy inside, isn’t it?” he asks before reaching into his blazer to retrieve a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Mind if I smoke?”“No.”He lights the cigarette, then stands smoking it. I notice that near his neck, there’s a lipstick stain. Won’t his wife notice? Isn’t he afraid?“You look lovely tonight,” he comments. “Did you like the dress?”Ah, the matter that I’ve been meaning to clarify. “I thought that your wife gifted it to me, so I guess her confusion left me…confused, too.”“About that,” he begins as he turns his body so he’s facing me directly. “Rebecca doesn’t know about the dress. She didn’t mention it or even think about it, I guess because of what happened with Sam
Maximilian Edmund faces me with a broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips, which would suggest that nothing is wrong. But the maid? Her face is ashen, and she looks like she’s a few breaths away from crying. Her eyes are downcast now, and she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, looking uncomfortable. What the hell is going on here?“Max,” Ed exclaims. I notice that he’s being a little too loud, in an exaggerated way, almost, and when he moves closer to me, I see a wave of panic cross his eyes before it disappears. Guilt. I detect guilt. And why would that be?“Something wrong?” I ask him, unfazed by the friendliness he’s showing me. Ed frowns. “Why would there be something wrong?”I wait for a beat to pass, then say, “I don’t know. You tell me.”He waves his hand dismissively and says, “I was just talking to Naomi here about Sammy, and I guess that put us both in a mood. Isn’t that right?”She raises her eyes to look at him, and I see that flash of defiance that
AdaI can’t believe that this man is handling me like this. It’s ridiculous!The only reason why I’ve stopped fighting him is because people are starting to look, and I’m not going to embarrass myself more than he’s already doing it. We reach a larger area with people gathered all over, and they all turn to look at Maximilian Loxley. Some people eye me and at the way his hand is closed around my wrist like a vice. I can’t believe he let that woman believe I’m his date, all because he wants to know what his brother-in-law said to me. And how can I tell him when it might directly impact me?I’m not an idiot. I know he isn’t asking because he cares about me. He just wants to know if Edmund is sneaking around, perhaps for his sister’s sake. How would this impact me? I’d rather try my luck with Edmund than with him, who’s hated me from the moment he set eyes on me, because at least there’ll be a possibility of me keeping the job and having more time to find the evidence I need against R
Ada “Ada, darling,” my mother says as she opens the door. She embraces me tightly before placing a kiss on my cheek. “It’s so good to see you. Come in, come in. It’s chilly and you don’t have a sweater.”Upon entering the living room, I spot Harry standing in the living room. I’m surprised that he’s here at this time of the night, but at the same time, he and my mother have always been close. He also mentioned before that he gets lonely in what he calls his ‘old age’, and that it’s only gotten worse since Damson left the nest.“Ada,” he says in greeting before he limps toward me. “We weren’t expecting you here. Change of plans? How was the…a masquerade, you said?”“Yeah,” I confirm. “It was…interesting.”“How so?” my mother asks. I’m always hesitant to give them information about what’s going on in that family, and now it’s worse because this matter is tricky and I know what they would say. They worry about me. I don’t blame them, but their concern does get in the way of getting thi
Maximilian When I woke up earlier today, I thought that it would be the same day as all the others. I was wrong. Because Damson chose to make an appearance in the most unexpected of ways and because our guard was down—courtesy of spending fruitless days looking for him—he managed to succeed. A stroke of luck saved us, because we should’ve all been dead by now. But I should start at the beginning. Grayson and Theo are taking turns watching Ada’s apartment. They slip in and out, which would make it difficult for him to watch them and know when they’re in and when they’re not. He can’t be watching us 24/7, or so we thought. It seems Damson is more sneaky than I have him credit for initially. I usually buy us breakfast. It’s hard to shop all the time and anyway, nobody has the patience to cook anything. So, I get fresh bread, butter sometimes, and cheese along with all other sorts of pastry that we can eat. I’ve learned that Grayson decided not to do chemo, which means that his da
Ada Abby has surprised us once more, and we’re beyond happy. Especially Rebecca and me, who are here all the time, waiting for every moment when we’ll be a perfect family and we’ll embrace each other as we should. But deep down, I’m no longer able to celebrate as much as I want to because I’m so afraid of what Damson has in store for us. I’m sure it’s all paranoia because he hasn’t given any sign of life—for all we know, he’s hanging by the neck in a motel room somewhere now that he knows he’s lost and that we’re after him along with the police. But I doubt that. The new Damson has proven to be someone very evil with plans and backup plans and the whole lot of it. He doesn’t have any empathy, and he’s just cruel and mean. I know that our happiness is bothering him. Just the thought of him makes him want to reveal himself so he can take one of us out. Lately, I’ve been trying to feel what he feels. As twins, one would expect us to have that kind of connection. But no. I’m just
MaximilianThe sky has darkened and we haven’t found Damson. There’s not a single trace of him anywhere and that’s messing with my head because he couldn’t have disappeared into thin air. The detective gave me a call and told me that no flights were registered in his name. It’s also been predicted that he doesn’t even have a passport or any form of identification, so how could he have left the country? If he had fake documents, the house would have been registered in his name and not Patricia’s. That makes me remotely calmer because it’s a chance that we have to catch him and end this nightmare once and for all. I can’t even sleep without him haunting my dreams. I can’t live. Unless he’s caught, I’ll always have this lingering fear deep inside of me. That he might come back. That we’ll never truly have peace. I’m standing out in the balcony of my apartment when Grayson approaches me, mug of tea in hand. I take it from him gratefully and take a sip. He and Theo traded places, w
AdaWhen Theo calls me later that night, I’m beyond happy to answer the phone. “Hey little sis,” he greets. “How have you been? I want to know everything.”“It’s so good to hear your voice,” I admit as I wrap an arm around my waist and pace the living room floor. It seems like that’s all I do. “How I wish I could see you right now.”“The time for that will come,” he claims. “First, we have to do what needs to be done.”I can’t help but scoff and it’s a bitter sound that seems to tear through my throat. “For some reason, that just doesn’t seem plausible to me. He’s been great at hiding for years. I’m afraid of this nightmare never coming to an end.”“First, we talk about pleasant things. We’ll come to that soon enough. I want to know how you’re doing first.”“I’m fine,” I admit. “Well, I’ve been worse, that’s for sure. And I’ve also been better. But right now? Right now I’m really happy, Theo.”“Abby?”“Yes,” I admit. “She came downstairs for the first time ever and actually had a mea
Ada"Nothing much," Max claims. "It's just that, well, I feared that you'd insist on speaking to your mother. You know. About the whole thing."I chew my bottom lip. "Why did you think that?""I don't know. I guess I just assumed you would.""I don't think I would," I admit. "Actually, I didn't think about it. I don't know what I could say to her. Maybe at a later date. But I'm reluctant to leave the cabin. I don't want Damson to get anywhere near us."Max sounds relieved when he says, "Yeah, that's what I had in mind.""I'm shocked by her arrest," I claim. To imagine my mother behind bars isn't something I've done before. It doesn't make me feel particularly glad—I think I've gotten to the point of not caring anymore. She's getting what she deserves. Fine. But of course, the questions I've always wanted to ask her do still exist in my mind. I want to know why she as a mother always put me down and prioritized Damson and Harry. Thinking of it now, that was exactly what she did. In
AdaWe’ve been working closely with the court to make sure that Abby gets everything she needs. It seems that he had a fake birth certificate of hers, one he forged just to get her registered in certain places, like in school. Even hospital visits. Her name is Abigail Patricia Port, and it infuriates me that she’ll have to carry that woman’s name her whole life. We do have the chance to change everything about her name, so we changed her middle name to Marie instead, and of course, her surname is Loxley now. It’s just the right thing to do. We didn’t explain these changes of her but in due time, she’ll become aware of them, and I’m really hoping that the psychologist is going to help us get through to her. It’s been a few days now and she’s still locked in that room. She refuses to come downstairs and of course, we don’t push her. The psychologist claimed that we shouldn’t force ourselves on her. Everything should be done naturally and we’re meant to wait on her guidance. “The t
Maximilian “Sure. Let’s talk.”“First of all,” he begins coarsely, “I want you to know that I’m someone who holds grudges, and I didn’t like how you abandoned my sister for seven fucking years when she needed you most, alright?”The words hit me right where it hurts. I nod, swallowing. “I understand that.”“I had to talk her through the whole thing,” he adds angrily, taking another step toward me. “I was there and you weren’t. Why is that? Why did you abandon her?”“It’s complicated. I wanted to…I wanted to prove to her that I wasn’t a total fuck-up and that I’d find our daughter. I kept waiting. Day after day. I never stopped looking for that son-of-a-bitch. And time just kept flying. Before I knew it, too much time had passed and I didn’t know how to approach her anymore. I know that might not sound like the truth but it is.”Silence falls upon us. He looks to the side, breathes deeply, then looks back at me. “And now you’re back in her life. Is this something permanent, or will yo
MaximilianFor the past few days, nothing remarkable happened. Damson didn't show up from out of nowhere to torment us. However, Ada's mother was caught and imprisoned. So at least one good thing happened. She was allegedly buying a plane ticket to leave the country and that's when they captured her. I was beyond pleased with the news and wished it had been Damson instead. I'm not complaining, though. The fucker is still hiding and though I'm not actively looking for him, I'll have more help starting today. Theo, Ada's brother, is arriving from Argentina today. The extra help will be much appreciated. I only hope that the coward didn't leave the county yet. If so, then we're fucked, at least for now because he'll definitely be back when we least expect it. We can't live like this. With the fear of his return hanging over our heads. With luck, Patricia will reveal exactly where he is. I'm not sure what the procedure is but she assisted in a kidnapping and so had to be imprison
Ada “Hi, Theo.”“That text you sent me,” he begins, “is it true? You found her?”“Yes,” I reply, biting my lip. “She’s here with us. But Damson is still on the loose. Max can’t even meet us where we are because he’s afraid Damson will follow him and come torment us here. It’s a never ending nightmare with him. I just wish he’d die.”“Jesus,” he exhales. “She’s been found? I can’t believe this. How was it? Your reunion?”I rest my forehead against the window in the living room. Rebecca is upstairs so I’m all alone down here. The sight of the dark forest all around us is reassuring to me, because the one thing I can think about is how Damson will never be able to reach us here, not on his own. This is the one place where I know we’re safe. “She doesn’t know us,” I say to Theo. “She won’t even look at me and I’ve tried to tell her I’m her mother. I guess this is expected.”“What did she think Damson was? Her father?”“Yes. And there’s more.”“Fuck. What?”“Patricia,” I say, refusing