I glanced between Hunter and Nicole, my patience wearing thin as the tension in the air grew heavier. I waited, hoping Hunter would correct her, explain something, anything. But he didn’t. Instead, he simply grinned, extending his hand toward her.
“We have a lot to talk about,” he said warmly.
I forced a smile, though my teeth clenched so tightly I feared they might shatter. “You know her, honey?” The word tasted bitter in my mouth as I watched his reaction.
Hunter turned to me, his easy smile never faltering. “Nicole is a good friend,” he said, his voice light as if he were sharing an inside joke. The blonde flashed a triumphant smile, and I blinked, confusion and suspicion swirling in my chest. How did he know Nicole? And why did they seem so… comfortable with each other?
Before I could press further, a plump woman emerged from the Rivera mansion, her face a canvas of worry.
“Ma’am, Autumn won’t have lunch,” she said, wringing her hands. The concern in her tone was palpable.
I opened my mouth to respond with concern, but Hunter gently took my arm, pulling me away. “See you around,” he tossed over his shoulder to Nicole, who lingered behind, watching us with an enigmatic smile.
Once inside the mansion, I stumbled toward the nearest chair and sank into it, burying my face in my hands. My mind raced with questions, doubts, and a creeping sense of inadequacy.
“Tiff, are you alright?” Hunter’s voice was soft as he knelt in front of me, his eyes searching mine.
I dropped my hands, staring at him with disbelief. “Why call me Tiff when you know who I am?”
He smiled faintly, a glimmer of tenderness in his expression. “I guess I’m just used to it.”
“I’m fine,” I muttered, wiping a stray tear from my cheek. But I wasn’t fine. Not even close. The housekeeper’s words echoed in my head—Autumn wouldn’t eat. Was she starving herself? Her once radiant face seemed pale, almost ghostly, the light in her eyes dimmed. A pang of guilt pierced my chest.
“Autumn will be fine,” Hunter said, his voice soothing. “The Riveras love her. They won’t harm her.”
“You don’t know that,” I snapped, my voice cracking.
He reached out to brush another tear from my cheek. “I do.”
I flinched away from his touch, the growing storm inside me finding its target. “And what was that back there? Are you faking your identity too?”
Hunter’s jaw tightened, and he shifted his weight before finally sitting down. His calm exterior cracked just slightly, revealing a flicker of unease.
“My name isn’t Hunter, Elaine,” he admitted, his voice low.
I crossed my arms, my nails digging into my skin. “I figured,” I spat. “You’re Lucas Grayson. How didn’t I see it sooner?” I shot to my feet, pacing the room like a caged animal. “Ash told me she’d only known you for two weeks, and the new owner of the bar… Lucas Grayson… bought it four weeks ago. It all adds up now.”
The memories rushed back, slamming into me with brutal clarity. While I had been stumbling through this mess, blinded by my own desperation, he’d been quietly piecing everything together.
“Elaine…” Hunter began, but I cut him off.
“Don’t. Just don’t.” My voice wavered with anger and hurt. “You’ve been gathering information on me, haven’t you?”
He stood, closing the distance between us, his hands reaching for mine. I pulled away sharply, the rejection mirrored in his furrowed brow.
“I don’t understand why you’re mad at me,” he said, his frustration barely masked.
“You lied to me,” I snapped.
“And you’re working under a fake identity too,” he countered, his voice rising to match mine. “Don’t turn this around on me. I’m doing what I have to do for my daughter. What’s your excuse?”
The words hit me like a slap, leaving me breathless. He was right, but I couldn’t admit it. Not now.
“You’re even a cop,” I said bitterly, retreating to the kitchen for a glass of water.
“What does that matter?” he asked, following me.
I laughed humorlessly, shaking my head. “Nothing. I’m just a joke to you, aren’t I? You’ll gather all the information you need and go running to the police!” My voice cracked, and the tears came unbidden.
Hunter’s lips pressed into a thin line, his silence heavier than any words. Without another word, he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing up the stairs.
“Hunter!” I called after him, but he didn’t reply. He paused at the top of the stairs, his voice calm but distant. “Ash called to check on you earlier.” And then he was gone.
I sank to the floor, the weight of my own mistakes crushing me. What had I done? He could have helped me—he wanted to help me. And I’d pushed him away.
My phone buzzed, and Ash’s name lit up the screen. Her cheerful voice was a balm, though it couldn’t erase my guilt.
“Hey, girl! Miss me already?” she teased.
I managed a weak chuckle. “Always.”
“You sound awful. What happened? Did Hunter want a divorce already?” she joked.
“No,” I said, my voice trembling. I told her everything, from Autumn’s refusal to eat to my confrontation with Hunter.
“Oh, shit,” Ash murmured. “This is bad.”
“I know,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean the things I said. I was just upset.”
“Tell him you’re sorry,” Ash urged. “Hunter’s a good guy. He’ll understand.”
“What if he hates me?”
Ash burst into laughter. “Hunter? Hate you? Never. Just apologize, okay?”
“Okay. I will,” I said, determination creeping back into my voice.
After we hung up, I busied myself in the kitchen, throwing together ingredients for a cheesecake. It wasn’t much, but it was something—a peace offering.
Balancing the plate carefully, I made my way to Hunter’s room and knocked. His voice called from within. “Come in!”
I pushed the door open to find him seated on the bed, his laptop resting on his legs. His gaze followed me as I entered.
“I made this for you,” I said, placing the plate on the nightstand.
He glanced at the cheesecake, then back at me. “We just had lunch.”
Shit.
“I thought you might need it,” I stammered, rubbing the back of my neck.
His lips quirked into an amused smile. “Leave it, then.”
“Hunter?”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have said those things. I was just insecure.”
He shook his head, his expression softening. “You thought I’d betray you?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he held up a hand. “Just… stop. I’m trying to get us into the charity ball coming up. Do you want my help or not?”
I grinned despite myself. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“I could never stay mad at you,” he said, his boyish smile returning. Relief washed over me as I threw my arms around his neck.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He chuckled. “Now all we need is for you to find a dress.”
The fair-haired woman with the sharp bob in front of me couldn’t stop sneaking glances at Hunter. Her gaze flitted toward us again, lingering just a little too long. I shot her a pointed scowl, and she quickly cleared her throat, turning away in feigned disinterest.As we stepped into Kennedy & Co. boutique, the rich aroma of leather and floral perfumes wafted through the air. The woman at the counter greeted us with a dazzling smile that grew brighter as her eyes landed on Hunter. Her gaze lingered for a beat too long, and I felt my jaw tighten.Can I ever stop calling him that? His name is Lucas, but in my head, he’s always Hunter—like the way he hunts down everyone’s attention without even trying.I glanced at him, his right hand warm and solid in mine, while the other effortlessly scrolled through his phone. His expression was unreadable, oblivious to the silent chaos his presence stirred. I bit back a grin. He’s here with me. Beat that I say in my head to the monochrome dressed la
Staring at the woman in the mirror, I felt an unfamiliar surge of power. The reflection gazing back at me wasn’t just me—it was an undeniable force. Confidence shimmered through every curve of the cocktail dress Jacq and I had spent hours choosing. On the hanger, it had looked elegant, but now, it was a weapon, daring anyone to underestimate the woman wearing it.The dress was a masterpiece: a red sheath, off-the-shoulder, with an asymmetrical hem that danced with sequins under the soft light. The fabric hugged my body in all the right places, enhancing curves I had long ignored. Jacq had completed the look with pearl earrings and a delicate diamond necklace that now rested coolly against my skin.“Don’t lose this,” she said, her voice sharp as her finger tapped against the necklace.I leaned closer to the mirror, admiring how the diamonds caught the light, refracting it like a cascade of stars. It wasn’t gaudy—far from it. Its simplicity was its boldest statement. “What’s the big deal
My palms were damp, and I found myself repeatedly touching the diamond pendant at my neck, the cold, smooth surface grounding me amidst my anxiety. Hunter’s warm hand covered mine, a steady anchor against the storm brewing within.“You’ll be fine. I’ve got you,” he said, his smile kind and confident. Yet, his reassurance barely touched the nervous tremors that ran down my spine.“Tell me... how is it going to be?” I asked, my voice faltering slightly. He glanced at me, one brow arched in disbelief.“Ethan never took you to charity balls?” he asked, casually dropping the name like it was a pebble in a stream. His tone was so nonchalant, so unbothered, that it stunned me. It had been months since I’d heard anyone say Ethan’s name. Even I rarely let it pass my lips.“Only once,” I admitted, a faint smile tugging at my lips as a memory surfaced. “That was before we had Autumn. After that, I preferred staying home with her. He never liked these events anyway.”“Ethan?” Hunt echoed, and I no
My dark mood lifted the moment I saw Autumn. She seemed like a ray of light in her pink, flowery dress paired with black flats. Her short bangs were tucked neatly into a tight bun—so tight I feared it might hurt her scalp, yet it lent her an air of meticulousness. Lovely, poised, and far too mature for her years, she took the seat opposite me and next to Nicole.I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she fidgeted with the napkin in front of her, her small hands smoothing its edges nervously. Then, her gaze flicked up to mine, and she smiled. That smile—tentative and shy—made something inside me ache."Hello," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the chatter around us.I squeezed my hands together under the table, trying to steady myself, before finding my voice. "Hi, little one. Nice to see you again." I offered her a warm smile, hoping to mask the storm of emotions brewing within me.“Likewise,” she murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before glancing toward Nico
It was nice seeing a most familiar face coming towards our table. Alice Rivera was smiling gracefully at Diana. When she got to the table, they exchanged pleasant hugs.I didn't expect her to come and embrace me too cause she doesn't know Tiffany. She doesn't know me. She shook hands with Ryan and Nicole before smacking Cooper in the head."Good to see you after so long, bedbug" She teased him. That has always been her nickname for him. Alice had nicknames for everyone in the house except Mrs Neveah of course. Speaking of Neveah....I watched as she moved across the room carrying so much aura with her. Her gown was silk gold with sparkling diamond stones. Everyone turned to stare at her. She's Royalty. I watched as the woman who locked me in prison for murdering her son, smiled at the crowd.Everyone on our table got up as she joined us. A sign of respect for the elderly. The sixty eight years old woman to
As the night went on, the diamond on my neck seemed to weigh heavier and heavier. I'd had to listen to Jacob talk about how he bought a hotel from Irish men."Are you here with the Riveras?" Jacob suddenly asked me. I pushed my glass of wine away."What?""I see you sat with them...you must be close to them" Jacob half grinned and I didn't want to take that as a sign for anything."My husband, Lucas is quite familiar with them" I said.Jacob chuckled. "So your Grayson's wife" he clapped his hands together. "No wonder he hasn't taken his eyes of you"I turned toward the curtain to where Lucas sat. He held a glass of red wine and his head was tilted toward the bar."You can say so" I smiled. "About your earlier questions about the Riveras" I moved in my seat so I was closer to him. That way, I can whisper if I have to. "How do you know them?"
It's been four days and I haven't seen Lucas. I know he's sometimes around the house somewhere. But it's just so darn big to even look for him anywhere. four days ago, he hired a cook. She's in her fifties and pretty decent. She also seem to know Lucas from before. She has a daughter Anna.Her name is Lara. She's been a great company to me since she arrived yesterday. We shared jokes and also she even taught me some recipes. She's a great cook.As for Lucas, I wonder if he even has dinner. He leaves the house very early and comes back very late. Though Lara says he eats dinner. I think he's avoiding me.I saw him in the gazebo yesterday but he looked so busy and he was with a man so I didn't approach him. After then, he disappeared. Just like he'd been doing for two days.I spotted Autumn in the garden some few times. She found herself a new bug and she's building him a home in the trees. I usually w
The sound of a huge crash against the wall jerked me up immediately and I was in full panic. I searched the bedside for the lamp. When my hand found it, I clicked it on and then sat on my bed wondering what to do next.If I get out of bed and check through the windows, I might frighten myself but yet again, I'm curious. I reach for my phone by my bed side and turned on the flashlight. As I was about to get out of bed, the door to my room creaked opened and I shrinked in my movements.Too scared to ask who it was, I just got back under the blanket. The besides lamp was low enough for anyone to not see me under the covers. There was movement in my room and then I got a whiff of that familiar honey scent hit my nostrils.'Elaine" Lucas called out and I jerked up again and ran into his arms."There was a noise" I ramble on but his hands stroke my hair."I heard so I came to check up on you fir
TWO WEEKS LATERELAINE’S POVMy fingers trace the delicate patterns etched into the stone, the cool texture of Ethan’s name grounding me as the breeze stirs the wildflowers planted near the edges of his grave. The faint scent of earth and blooms fills the air, mingling with the rustle of the surrounding trees. Autumn walks ahead of me, her small figure illuminated by the soft sunlight breaking through the clouds.She kneels beside the stone, her little hands carefully placing a pair of daisies at its base. Her chestnut hair is pulled back into a neat bun, accentuating her delicate features. Even now, with her bright eyes and curious demeanor, the weight of loss lingers in the curve of her shoulders. My heart tightens, and I reach for her hand, squeezing it gently. A silent gesture of solidarity.We step back together, standing in quiet reverence. Five years. It’s been five long, tumultuous years since Ethan left us. Since my life was torn apart, my freedom stolen, and my daughter take
Autumn pulled back just enough to look at me, her bright eyes searching mine. “You’re my mom. You’ve always been my mom. And I’m so happy you’re okay.”I couldn’t stop the tears that welled up and spilled down my cheeks. I wanted to hold her tighter, to tell her how much I loved her, but my body felt like it had been weighed down with lead.Diana touched my arm gently. “You’ve been out for three days. The doctors said you needed time to recover. You gave us quite a scare.”Three days. The words echoed in my mind as I tried to process them. Flashes of memory came back—the warehouse, the flames, Neveah’s twisted smile, and Lucas... Lucas fighting to save me.“Lucas...” I murmured, my heart clenching. “Is he—?”“He’s fine,” Diana reassured me quickly. “A little banged up, but he’s tougher than he looks.” She smiled faintly, though the worry still lingered in her eyes. “Now, let me call the nurse to check on you.”She stepped toward the door and pressed a button on the wall, summoning the
The pain in my arm blurs my vision, but I push through it. I can’t stop now. Not when Elaine’s life is hanging by a thread. I stagger to my feet, using my uninjured arm to steady myself, but Dogue’s already there, looming like a shadow. He charges at me again, his fists like wrecking balls, but I’m ready this time.I sidestep him at the last second, using his momentum against him. With a grunt, I slam him into the wall with enough force to rattle the concrete. My head spins, but I force myself to focus, ignoring the blood pouring from my wound. I can’t afford to lose now. Not when I’m this close.But Dogue’s no amateur. He recovers quickly, spinning around to face me, eyes wild with fury. This time, when he lunges, I’m too slow to dodge. His fist connects with my gut, knocking the wind out of me. The impact is so sharp, so sudden, I stumble back, my knees threatening to buckle.Before I can regain my footing, he’s on me again, grabbing me by the collar and slamming me into the floor.
"You’re the worst, Niveah," I say, my voice trembling with fury as tears stream down my face. "The worst wife, the worst mother, the worst mother-in-law. You’re a monster."Her lips twitch, her brows arching as if she’s amused by my outburst. "No, Elaine," she murmurs, her voice cold and venomous. "It’s not me—it’s the world that made me this way. The people around me shaped this. My father, my mother—they were never happy. They forced their failures onto me. I never had a husband who loved me. All I had was my title."My hands clench against the ropes binding me to the chair, my nails digging into my palms. "Your husband may not have loved you, but he gave you children who did," I spit out, my voice rising despite the fear pressing down on my chest. "Ethan adored you, Niveah! He adored you so much that every fight we had was about how to please you. To make you proud."Her mask cracks for a fleeting moment, but she forces it back into place, her icy demeanor hardening."And what abou
I don’t wait to see what Neveah will do next. My legs move on their own, propelling me out of her room and down the hallway. My pulse pounds in my ears as I rush toward Autumn’s room. I fling the door open without knocking, startling her where she sits by the window, bathed in the faint glow of the evening."Mrs Grayson?" she says, turning her wide eyes to me. Her voice is soft, almost fragile."Autumn, listen to me." I kneel in front of her, gripping her hands. They’re warm, a stark contrast to the icy dread spreading through me. "I need you to stay in your room. Lock the door, don’t open it for anyone—no matter what. Do you understand?"Her brow furrows. "What’s going on? You’re scaring me.""I’ll explain later," I say, forcing a calmness I don’t feel into my voice. "But right now, I need to know that you’ll stay here. Please, Autumn."She hesitates, her gaze searching mine. Finally, she nods. "Okay. I’ll stay."I squeeze her hands in gratitude, my heart aching at the worry etched a
"Neveah," I choked, forcing her name past the tightness in my throat. My voice sounded steady, but inside I was spiraling. Had she seen what I was doing? How long had she been standing there, watching?She stepped forward, her feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor. The soft click of the door closing behind her felt like the echo of a prison gate slamming shut."I always wondered if curiosity would get the better of you," she said, her tone light, almost conversational, but her gaze stayed sharp, unwavering. She called me by my name. She recognized me but since when? I try to act like I hadn't heard her call me Elaine. Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me.I swallowed, feeling the pen pressing into the skin of my forearm where I’d hidden it. "I—" My voice faltered, the words tangling in my throat. "I didn’t mean to intrude. The door wasn’t closed, and I..."Her lips twitched—whether it was an attempt at a smile or a sign of displeasure, I couldn’t tell. "The door wasn’t c
As I move down the hallway toward Nicole and Cooper’s room, a flicker of movement catches my attention. My steps falter, and I glance to my left. Neveah’s door is ajar—unlocked for the first time since I’ve known her. The crack in the door reveals a sliver of warm light spilling into the hallway.I hesitate, my curiosity gnawing at me like a persistent itch. Neveah is nothing if not meticulous. Her room is usually a fortress, sealed off from the rest of the house like a shrine to her carefully curated life. But now, it stands slightly open, an invitation I can’t ignore.Glancing behind me to ensure no one’s watching, I nudge the door further with the tips of my fingers, slipping inside without a sound.The room feels like stepping into another era. It’s vintage to its very core, with heavy, dark wooden furniture that gleams under the soft amber glow of an oil lamp on the bedside table. The air carries a faint hint of lavender, mingled with the musk of aged wood. A sprawling four-poste
The moment I step through the door, I call Lucas. My fingers tremble as I press his name on the screen, and he picks up on the first ring, his voice steady and laced with concern.“Tiff, are you alright?”“Yeah,” I reply, my tone subdued, though my racing thoughts make it sound hollow.There’s a pause, followed by the faint sounds of movement on his end. I can hear him rustling papers, the soft scrape of what I imagine are his keys being picked up. He’s getting ready to leave, to come straight to me. I close my eyes, the tension in my chest easing slightly, and add quickly, “I’m fine, really.”The sounds stop abruptly. He’s listening intently now. “What’s wrong?”I swallow hard, forcing the words out even though they taste bitter on my tongue. “It’s just... the culprit for the Simpsons murder—it was actually the wife.”My voice falters at the end, cracking with unspoken fears. The admission feels like a confession, as though I’m baring something about myself I’d rather keep hidden. Th
Diana, Jacob, Ryan, Lucas, Mrs Niveah. Those where the people present at the house that night. An information I already knew but only confirmed with the. help of the cctv. I;d say the only thing i gained from witching the clips was seeing Ethan again.I play the clips all over. in my head again as I jog along the lake road, Ellie at my heels, her tongue dangling out and excited to be outdoors again. The clip; Ethan comes home, I know what happens next because i was there. He handed me a single rose like he did most days he got back from work and a letter of approval for Autumn to get in an all girls boarding school the next year.I disagreeed because i felt she was too young, to be away from me, from her father and the home she was most comfortable in. Mrs Niveah wanted it so bad, said all her kids where sent away at a young age to a princeton high college for better education. But not my baby. Not Autumn. I wanted things different for her. A normal life where she could come home to h