Ellie skipped ahead of us, trying to catch some fireflies and inhaling daisies. Lucas held my hand tight. After I agreed for him to take me to Ethans graveside, we decided to take Ellie with us. She was better now and was in need for a stroll and a wide opened space.
"Did you attend his burial?" I asked Lucas. We were walking pass some headstones and I began to wonder how life can be so short. Take Ethans for example. He didn't know his life was going to be taken away from him that night.
"Yeah. A lot of people attended his burial" Lucas said. We watched Ellie lay on the grass, rolling from side to side. "A lot of dignitaries were there"
"His family was worth their appearance" I mumbled.
"No, Tiff. He was worth it" Lucas chimed. "Ethan was a cool guy. And a hard working business man"
"You speak as if you knew him so well"
"I guess I did" He said staring at me. I noticed we
I doubled up the recipes I was supposed to learn today, only because Lucas wasn't home and I was passing out my time. Lara also had a nice time teaching me to make foreign dishes, and I think I'm getting the hang of cooking. Or at least I was until she brought up Collins smoked mackerel croquettes. Somehow, the kitchen always has every ingredient needed for anything.I dipped my hand into the pocket on my apron and relaxed against the counter. The weather was cooling up these days but I could still feel a sweat roll down my back."Just one more recipe and we're done Ma'am" Lara said and I rolled my eyes. Ellie trotted into the with Harry holding his leash. Since I read on the news about me yesterday, I didn't think it was a good idea going out so much so I couldn't walk Ellie."Come here" I squatted and she ran to me, licking my face."You better wash your hands before returning
Diana paced around the living room trying to draw up her cigar. The only thing that made me seat quiet and not tell her to stop freaking the hell out of me, was the fact that I was holding a glass of margarita in my hand. The one I made, and had Diana wandering if I once owned a bar before marrying Lucas."I told Nicole to stop dropping wet rags in the board cause they dampen up my cigars, but she just won't listen" She finally huffed, after a long while."Or you could just skip smoking for tonight" I tell her, expecting her next reaction. I don't even want Autumn to mistakenly walk in on her aunt, smoking. Such atmosphere is not good for her."True darling but I really hate it when Nicole does that" Diana sat down, grabbed a glass of margarita and then motioned for me to pass her the lime, and so I did.With each moment that passed by, I was getting anxious to know what Lucas was doing right this very min
My already rolled blonde hair fall to my face, covering my eyes so I couldn't see the screen of my phone. I was trying to digest the wheat bread that Lara made. I was never a fan of wheat bread. The only time I ate it, apart from now, was when I was pregnant."Here's a glass of orange juice to go with that bread, Mrs Grayson" Lara said and dropped the house in front of me.I didn't reprimand her for calling me Mrs Grayson again. I've made peace with that. My eyes skimmed over the glass of juice, watching the way bubbles formed at the side. It was obviously fresh and out of the blender."Have you seen Lucas this morning?" I ask Lara. She turns her head from side to side and I know that she's trying to hide something. What?!"Lara.""No. I haven't seen him. He's probably in his room... yes! He's in his room. I left him some crackers this morning and he hasn't come down since"
"The Gardener did it" Lucas said the second he entered into the kitchen. All heads swerve to him. Mine, Lara and Ellie's.He had on a black casual jean, black shirt and he was barefoot. Thank God he wasn't shirtless or I would've lost track of what he was saying. He had his eyes glued to his phone for some seconds before lifting his head up to stare at me."Not the butler did it?" I joke with a smile on my face."It's not funny. This is no book, but reality" I'm surprised when he kisses my forehead. Surprised but happy. I thought after our kissing fiest yester-night, he was going to act weird this morning. But he, more than anything, wants this for us. I think. "I was just trying to say good morning"He chuckled. "well good morning to you too"This is the part where I wrap my arms round his shoulder and kiss him, but Lara is staring at us like...what
What?! I stumble back against the table that was backed up against the wall. I'm shaking my head."I don't know what you're talking about""You do. You don't have to pretend" She grabs my arms, leading me upstairs. She pushes the door to her room opened and drags me before shutting and locking the door. I have my eyes glued on her waiting for her next move it word."I've known you where Elaine since that charity ball""That can't be true""it is true. You think I wouldn't recognize my one true friend?" She scoffs. "I could see right through the makeup, the lense and the dye on your hair. I saw through all that""Then if you know...""Why didn't I tell?" She surpasses me, I nod. My hands are tightly wrapped against each other."Yes""Because I didn't want you back in jail. Or worst, dead!..."I fee
It's close to evening and I should be retiring back home but I still have something to do. Something to investigate. Diana is in the kitchen making smoothie with the housekeeper, Delaney. I've put Autumn to bed and I'm hoping that Mrs Rivera is taking a nap since it's close to dinner time.The door to Cooper and Nicole's room is surprisingly not locked. I figured Nicole as the type of woman to hide so many things, therefore putting a lock on the door. I push opened the door and slipped in. There's got to be something here that's going to help me find Ethan's murderer.I close the door and move to the drawers by the bed. I'd be damned if I get caught and it could ruin my whole cover but I'm willing to take that risk. Nicole is hiding something. Nothing Autumn said tied to Nicole killing Ethan but now, I just have a bad vibe about her. She's trying to take my daughter, and I won't let her. The cunning snake might just have other secrets.
Jacob Astor loosed a signed contract with Ethan on June 12, Lucas also loosed a contract or was suppose to sign a contract with Ethan on that same June 12. My life is suddenly becoming an opera. I've been seating on this chair for an hour now, trying to come up with ways that this all ties to Ethan's death.If I could blame or suspect Jacob for Ethan's death, then I suppose I can do the same to Lucas. No one is to be trusted. Besides, he popped out of nowhere to help me. How sure am I that this isn't some kind of sick game he's playing with me.The door to the living room opened and I stayed firm on my seat, waiting for Lucas to come into sight.He does and when he sees me planted on the chair, he smiles."Are you just getting back from the Riveras?"
"It's been years since we saw, Ashley" Diana smiled at my very blonde friend. "I remember when we used to have drinks and have fun together"Ashley shrugged. "It's actually been a while, Yeah"So, it was beggining to get awkward and I don't want to stand anymore cause my feet is hurting me and I crave some more fruit punch. "How about we all just seat and talk" I suggest and Diana buys it immediately. She takes the seat next to mine."What exactly are we talking about?" Ash asked with so much sass. I get the feeling she's not happy about Diana being here and I don't know why."Everything" I say but she lowers her head shaking it. "I came here so we could discuss the way forward" Ash hummed with annoyance. "Not chit-chat about fucking old times""Ash!" I snap and she looks away with a frown."It's ok if you want me to leave, Ash. I understand why you're mad at me" Diana cal
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