Eva stepped into the coolness of the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind her. She stood a moment leaning against the sink, staring at her reflection. The water of her shower was so hot, nearly scalding, and yet she could still feel the chill in her bones from the emotional weight she had carried through the day. Everything had gone by now in a blur: of discussions, confrontations, and unspoken fears; the schemes and threats of Samantha and icy indifference of her father; the surprise meeting with Norman-all had at last wearied her and detached her from the world.Their encounter at the café, especially with Norman, had stuck in her head as some disturbing thought that would never let itself be dissipated. Why had he reached out after everything that had gone down? And why, despite every screaming warning in her gut, was she torn between helping him and keeping herself as far away from him as possible? She didn't know, and that ignorance weighed heavily upon her, adding to the t
The drive to her parents mansion was in total silence, with palpable tension between them. Shawn had his fingers clutched at the wheel tightly and his jaws locked in frustration. Every now and then when he looked her way, she was lost in thought gazing out of the window.“Ava." Shawn's voice was low; the irritation he was working hard to restrain filtering in. "If I did something, just tell me. I can't fix it if I don't know what's going on.""I'm not upset with you," Eva whispered back, not looking up at him. "I'm serious,” The car rolled to a stop in front of her parents' mansion. Shawn was quiet for a long, silent moment. Eva wrestled with the door and flipped the latch open."Thanks for dropping me off," she said, hardly above a whisper.Shawn turned a heavy heart-a mix between sadness and confusion-towards Eva. "Call me, and I'll be here if you change your mind," he whispered softly. "But please don't shut me out, not like this.”"I won't," Eva said, even to her ears the sound
Eva sat at the counter, staring blankly as her mother bustled about the kitchen. Honestly, nothing seemed the same anymore. She had spent the last few weeks trying to hold it all together, her relationship with Shawn, Samantha's games with the company, and now it was all starting to unravel. The weight of everything, trying to be perfect, being the person everyone expected her to be, was suffocating her."You need to eat," Eleanor said, breaking her from her thoughts. She set a plate in front of Eva-a comforting dish of mashed potatoes, roast chicken, and steamed vegetables, Eva's favorite, the one she used to request whenever she was feeling down.Eva watched the food steaming on the plate, her tummy growling, though somehow she couldn't take the meals. Being comforted by her mother was all good and well, but it did nothing for what was going on inside Eva's chest.“Mom, I don't know how to make things right," Eva said in a barely audible voice. "I just felt like everything has falle
Norman threw his hands up in mock surrender. "Relax, I'm just making an observation. You've got that look, you know? The one where a man's trying to figure out if he screwed up or if she's just being difficult.""Get. To. The. Point," Shawn growled, his patience wearing thin.Norman's smirk grew wider as he leaned against the edge of the desk. "Fine. I came to talk about us.”Us?" Shawn echoed, incredulous."Us. You know, the family dynamic. I think we have some unresolved issues we should work out," Norman returned with a healthy amount of sarcasm.Shawn snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Unresolved issues? The only issue in this room is you, Norman, you've been a pain in my butt since the day you learned how to talk.”Norman laughed; the sound sent a shiver down Shawn's spine. "Always so melodramatic. Look, I know we don't see eye to eye, but I thought maybe we could settle things. Like men."Shawn narrowed his eyes. "What are you getting at?""One on one," Norman said, his
They both sat in silence for a while before Ryan resumed his chaotic packing. Eva stared at him, trying to process his words. “And then what? You’re just going to walk away from everything you’ve built?”"What choice do I have?" he spat, frustration now at its brim. "I lied, Eva. I fudged all that I had. I have no defense, I can't redeem that." She took a step closer with the words, "That isn't true. You make errors, yes, but it doesn't put a stop to your life. There's always a solution. There's always a path forward ”Ryan laughed bitterly, then shook his head. "You sound just like your old man.”Eva tensed, ever conscious of her father, the shadow across both their lives. "What does my dad have to do with this?""You don't think he'll find out soon?" Ryan challenged, raising his voice. "You don't think he'll judge me, like he's always judging everyone else? He might be your dad, but to me, he's my freaking nightmare.Eva’s chest tightened. Their fathers, brothers by blood, couldn’
"Hope you’re ready to lose, Shawn," Norman said with a smirk as he spun the basketball between his fingers. The echo of the ball’s bounce reverberated through the empty indoor court. Shawn strode in, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable. His eyes zeroed in on Norman, and for a moment, neither man spoke. The tension between them crackled like a live wire. "I am not here to play such mind games with you, Norman, Shawn said icily, "Let us have done with this." "Ah, that cocky attitude.” Norman taunted, throwing the ball to Shawn. “But it has nothing to do with any of that, this is just because I got to your skin. Admit it." Shawn caught the ball; his grasp firmly clamped on. "You've always gotten under my skin since the day you were born, asshole. Let's do this." Norman burst into a riotous fit of laughter. "Always so serious, no wonder Ava's distant, must be exhausting to live with you since you don't know your way around having fun." Shawn's fists clenched but then he ju
Shawn was knuckling down onto the wheel on his way home. His jaws clenched as if in a vice-the rhythmic hum of tires in motion did nothing to stop the storm brewing inside his head. Norman's words replayed over and over in his brain like a broken record, their syllables wrenching the knife deeper into his chest with each ticking second that passed by.‘What really happened in Italy?’‘Ask your wife instead.’Shawn snorted under his breath and shook his head, the action an unconscious attempt to loosen the persistent voice in his skull. “It's Norman,” he tried to reassure himself, “He's just stirring trouble, like always.” But no matter how hard Shawn tried, the seed had been planted, and it began to grow far faster than Shawn was able to control.The memory of Ava telling him about meeting Norman in Italy resurfaced. She was hesitant, claiming she didn't remember because Norman didn't actually leave a mark before saying they just met at a party but didn't relate much. And Shawn had b
"Apologize to the board," her father had said over breakfast, his voice not allowing for argument. "That's the only way to appease them and salvage this mess."Eva sat on the edge of her bed, brushing her hair in a slow rhythm as her mind was consumed with doubt. Her father's words played in her head in an endless echo: Forget Samantha. Focus on the company. As if she could forget Samantha, who held her life on a thin thread. As if he had some kind of plan, he wasn't sharing.There came a knock on the door. "Eva? Your mother packed you lunch. Come and get it before you leave," her father yelled through the door."Coming!" Eva set the brush down and stood, smoothing her skirt before heading downstairs.**********She didn't walk into the office until her nervous system was crispy. It seemed as though every corner she turned, she half anticipated Samantha to jump out from and proclaim another ultimatum or covert threat. But morning dragged on, and nothing happened. Nothing at all.She
“Lets see what you are up to, Ava.” Ryan said under his breath, hands on the steering wheel as his eyes dart merrily between the rearview mirror and the restaurant across the road. The engine of his car idled gently, its low hum hardly noticeable over the thrashing in his chest. Almost an hour had passed since he had been sitting there, his head turned on Ava, who was inside the café stirring her unattended coffee. His phone buzzed on the passenger seat, and he grabbed it quickly. It was a message from Shawn. Shawn: "Keep your eyes on her; we must figure out where she's taking that money to.”Ryan exhaled, his jaw tightened. He thought relentlessly, typing back a brief response. Ryan: "I'm still watching. She hasn't made a move yet." He set the phone down and tapped his fingers nervously on the top of the steering wheel. Two half-million-dollar withdrawals, and she's merely sipping coffee? It didn't seem right. There's something up.Ava rose from the chair moments later, her chai
Shawn's voice was quiet but fraught with stress as he slumped on the mahogany desk, his jaw clenched with each word;"Are you quite certain about this, Ryan? ".His fingers drummed on the polished surface of the table, a perturbed beat that exposed his anxiety as he sat across from him. “I wouldn't have not come to you if I wasn't. Ava is hiding something, I've been investigating and watching her myself.” Shawn's eyebrows furrowed tightly. The poorly lit study gave them privacy, its thick drapes shutting out the rest of the world, but it did little to relax the weight bearing on Shawn. “You're claiming she poisoned Eva, Ryan. I still can't believe Ava would do that. Even Eva doesn't believe it. Because Ava has no reason to do that.” Ryan let out a nasty sigh, anger rippling across him. "I know you both are finding it hard to believe, but according to Eva's testimony, she is our only suspect.Ryan narrowed his eyes at Shawn, who looked disturbed. “Eva told me she overheard Ava's conve
Ava murmured over the phone, voice chilly and indifferent, "I can't come today either."Shawn's exasperated voice came over the speaker to say, "Ava, what's going on? You keep giving excuses not to come home. Talk to me if something is bothering you.”"Shawn, I'm not giving excuses. I have a lot of work to do and my parents' place is the closest, because I've been working late these days. Please try to understand. " Ava hung up without waiting for his response and flung her phone onto her disorganized desk. The setting sun had long gone down, so Wadsleys Jewels were gently aglow from the office lights. Scattered about Ava's desk were financial records and client files, but none of them really had her attention. She was off, trapped in a hurricane of anxiety and stress. Trying to relieve the increasing headache, she rubbed her temples. She didn't bother to check when her phone buzzed again. She already knew it was Shawn.Eva and her mother had also been trying to talk to her, but th
Richard Wadsley paced the living room, with his fist clenched and, his voice booming throughout the mansion, "Why isn't there any damn answer yet? " Flush with anger, he glared at the detective who stood uncomfortably.“Mr Wadsley, the CCTV from Wadsleys Jewels was damaged. Both the cameras inside Eva's office and leading to it were turned off. Someone obviously understood what they were doing. " The detective explained.Richard sneered, his jaws clamped tight. “Someone tried to murder my daughter, and we don't have even one hint? " The detective’s eyes went down. “We are trying to look for alternative methods to get the culprit. maybe…” "Get out! " Richard snapped.“Mr Wadsley?’’ The detective was caught off guard.Richard Wadsley glared at him and growled. “I dont want to see you, if you dont have anything tangible. Please leave.” The man gave a curt nod, and said. “We’ll do our best sir.” Before turning to leave. Eva was lying on the couch, with hetr hands resting on her stom
"Miss Wadsley, you must tell us everything you remember. It will be very useful for the investigation.” Detective Harris' voice cut through the heavy tension of the hospital room. Eva moved a little on the hospital bed, and the sterile sheet felt rigid and itchy against her skin. Eleanor Wadsley, her mother, sat on the edge of Evas bed with Eva hand clenched in hers like a lifeline. Richard Wadsley paced like an anguished lion across the room, anger seeping from every powerful stomp crashing across the ceramic floor. Shawn was standing stiffly in the corner beside Ryan, with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes fixed on Eva's pallid face, his jaw was clenched, and the muscles twitched gently. Every moment of her silence only appeared to drive the cyclone building beyond his chilling eyes. Ryan squirmed next to him, rubbing his neck back and forth; his irritation practically evident throughout the questioning. "Miss Wadsley," Detective Harris said with a firm but gentle
Apart from the faint beep of the heart monitor, the hospital room was eerily quiet. Sitting in the chair next Eva's bed, Shawn watched her weak body resting against the white hospital sheets his fingers interlocked. Though the steady rise and fall of her chest comforted him, it did not lighten the suffocating weight of emotions he felt. He had been sitting there for hours, waiting for her to wake up, waiting for a solution. The doctor had told him that she'll regain consciousness soon. Eleanor had left a few moments ago telling him that she had to make food for Eva when she woke up. She thanked him for staying beside her. He was lost in the memories of the past they shared together, the betrayal, lies and the pain of their divorce. The news of her pregnancy was the shock of it all. Resting his elbows on his knees, he sighed deeply and his fingers twitched. Since Ryan laid everything out, his head has been spinning with questions. ‘Why didn't she tell me?’He ought to have realized
Ava's eyes were filled with fury as she walked completely into the apartment; she still couldn't believe what was before her eyes. Startled by the unexpected interruption, Samantha jumped from the sofa. It was irritation rather than fear that swished over her face; she knew Ava would come screaming at her door, sooner or later. Ava took a deep breath. “What is Norman Darlington doing here?” Her eyes returned to Samantha, mock screaming on her like a tidal wave. "Sam, I asked what is going on here?” Crossing her legs and sitting back against the couch, Samantha smirked. "I was wondering how long it would take you to solve it.” She said smoothly.Ava clenches her fists. "You have been working together?” Samantha breathed out deeply, head tilted. “Why else would he be here? Quit asking obvious questions Ava, you look stupid.” A wave of sickness swept Ava. She trusted Samantha. They've been best friends since middle school. Samantha made her believe she was helping her and was the o
Shawn drove behind his parent's car as they drove into the parking space of their mansion. He knew his father was trying to keep his cool and not cause a scene in front of the Wadsleys when they almost lost their daughter. His father went in without waiting for him. Shawn took a deep breath before walking in to face his father. “Shawn, what in the world is happening? What was all that?” Henry Darlington asked with barely contained anger. Shawn tried to speak and calm his father down, but unfortunately, he had no words. He understood what his father felt, but he also felt the same way and didn't understand the mess he just got into. His thoughts replayed the doctor's words and Ryan's words. ‘Eva was truly pregnant, and it was his.And now his father is paranoid and angry about the fact that both twins are pregnant with his child. Shawn shrugged wearily. How exactly was he supposed to deal with this? He thought finding Eva unconscious in her office was worse until the doctor co
With clenched fists, Shawn strolled the space by the window. He wasn't saying much, he just wanted Eva to regain consciousness. She still has a lot to answer for, but the memories of how he found her almost lifeless on the floor made his heart sink. Ava went to sit and was stiff in the chair, hands shaking and rolled into fists in her lap. Ryan stood with his back against the wall, his mask like face dull, but the jaw clenched spoke volumes. Richard Wadsley and Eleanor Wadsley were seated together, their distorted heads twisted with horror and fury. Daine Darlington and Henry Darlington sat quietly, their red eyes flicking every which way. Eleanor shot from the chair, her voice quivering on the razor's ranks, "Doctor, what's the update now. How's my daughter?” Richard's deep voice asked, "Is she awake?" The doctor scanned the room. "Are you all the patient's family?” Shawn glared. "Why does any of this matter? Tell us what happened to her.” The doctor stopped and then gave a no