"Why is his phone switched off?" Eva muttered irritably, since for umpteen times she had tried calling Ryan's number.It played the automated voice message-ice-cold and impersonal. She drew the phone back from her ear and stared hard at the screen as if willing it to change. It didn't. He shut her out.She snatched her purse and keys, turning a blind eye as she did so to her assistant's inquisitive stare. The drive dragged interminably to his apartment while her mind wrestled with feelings of guilt and many questions in dire need of answers. What had she expected after everything that happened? He had all the reasons in this world to walk away.She finally arrived at his building in near deafening silence. She rapped on his door, and it reverberated down the hall."Ryan, it's me! Open up!"Nothing.This time, heavier knocks could be heard, with an elevated voice. "Ryan, please! I just want to talk!"Still nothing.She set her ear to the door, praying at least for the faintest sound of
Eva steered through the gates, the mansion looming in front of her through the dark. She hadn't told Shawn she was returning tonight, and she wasn't even quite sure what reception she would get. Moonlight glazed the windows with soft luminescence, but all of the lights inside were off.Eva put the car in the park and clutched the wheel as she took a deep breath. "It's all right," she whispered to herself, "he's probably just sleeping. No big deal."She came outside into the cool night, pulling her suitcase along the driveway behind her. Immediately, the stillness enveloped her; night wrapped around her, it seemed, with the heaviness of some unvoiced threat. The sitting room inside was dead quiet; just a dark well of air.She felt her way cautiously, her fingers brushing the wall for the staircase. Her foot had just touched the first step when a sudden sound made her freeze-a ringing phone. Its shrill tone cut through the silence and sent a shiver of alarm.Before she could recover fr
“Ava," Shawn said, his voice low, keen, like a blade slid between her ribs. "Tell me exactly what took place between you and Norman in Italy."It came as a bolt from blue to striking lightning in the air around them. Eva's fingers tightened on the spoon over her dessert. She willed her breathing to turn even, but her heart did otherwise. It hammered an uncanny rhythm against her chest."What?" she returned softer than she knew.“You heard me,” Shawn replied, his jaw clenched. The cool calculated expression in his eyes made her blood run cold. “Tell me exactly what happened, and don't you dare lie to me.”She swallowed hard as her mind contorted in ways to try and get herself out of this. Norman's name had been the minefield in their conversations. Shawn hated his cousin, and she knew that he did it with full awareness. Whatever game he was playing, Eva just could not allow it to blow up her carefully constructed facade.She could not allow it to destroy her.“Shawn, I…I really don't k
“Didn’t think you’d have the guts to call me out again after last time,” Norman drawled, spinning the basketball lazily in his hands. The faint squeak of his sneakers against the court echoed in the crisp morning air. His smirk deepened as Shawn approached, his expression as sharp and cold as a winter storm.“Let’s just play,” Shawn replied curtly, already rolling up his sleeves.Norman laughed at that taunting, loud sound that grated upon nerves. "Oh, no, no, it is not just about this game, is it? I know that look on your face, you are deep in thought over something."Shawn's jaw was set, snatching the ball back out of Norman's hands. He commenced dribbling sure while his vision went ahead to the hoop. "Start playing or get out my way."Norman laughed but left Shawn his space. For some minutes, they played in strained silence; the only sound that was heard was that of the bouncing rubber and sometimes that of the swishing net. But Norman could never keep quiet for extended periods.“
Shawn turned his phone and placed it on the desk, willing himself to ignore Norman's text. ‘He's probably playing games to get my attention, like Ava said. There's nothing else to prove, I met Ava as a virgin, and Norman is just being foolish.’ He stood up and walked towards Ava as she stood in front of the mirror in a short and pretty gown, hastily trying to pack her wavy hair in a messy bun. “Why are you staring at me?” She asked without looking in his direction. “You don't want me to take you?" Shawn leaned casually against the wall, but a lot bubbled just below the calm tone, as Eva rummaged through her purse. Finally, she looked up with a polite smile: "Really, Shawn, I'll be fine; I'm going to the mall, and I won't be there that long. Besides, you know you're exhausted after this afternoon; take some rest.”Shawn scrunched his face up, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's getting dark, and I don't want you to go alone."Eva shook her head, the tone light, yet firm. "Shawn
Eva strode down the hallway of the museum with confidence; her heels lightly echoed off the vacant space. Shawn followed her, the sound of his footsteps quiet on the dimly lit hallway.Eva stepped into a gallery room; Shawn hung back just beyond the doorway, peering in. His blood ran cold as Norman leaned casually against one of the display cases, smirking firmly in place."Right on time," Norman drawled; there was a sharp thread of humour laced in his tone.Eva crossed her arms over herself, an instinctive and protective stance. "Cut the theatrics, Norman. What the hell do you think you're doing?"Shawn strained to hear, his fists clenched at his sides.Norman chuckled. The tone was light, laced with menace. "Isn't it obvious? I want Shawn to know the truth about us. Since you are trying to pretend that night never happened.” "There is no 'us,” Eva snapped in a low, fierce voice. "Whatever happened in the past is over. I'm happily married now. Get over it.”Norman's smirk spread wi
"why was the truth so hard to tell?" Shawn muttered, staring at the blinking cursor on his screen. He leaned back into his office chair and ran a hand through his hair. It felt as though there was tangible frustration hanging in the air.He listened to the words that were playing like recording inside his brain in repetition, to the previous night of Ava's cool entrance into the house, placing easy smiles as she unpacked her things and telling that lie with so much confidence and ease. It was too hard to believe and he couldn't help but think about it and feel hurt with every second. "Where were you tonight, Ava?" he asked."I told you, I went to the mall," she said, cool, with nary a crack.Yet, Shawn had known better. He heard everything, saw everything. She was at the museum with Norman, and instead of explaining the truth and making him understand, she lied, again.He slammed his laptop shut and clenched his jaw. "What else did you lie about, Ava?" he whispered out loud.His tru
Norman paced the length of his father's study, his mind racing with every step. While opposite him, he could hear his father, Victor Darlington, speaking in a deep and measured voice. “You’ve been quiet lately, Norman. Too quiet.” Victor leaned back in his leather chair, his hands steepled in front of him, his gaze sharp and calculating. “I haven’t heard any reports of a fallout between Ava and Shawn. What's going on?” His mouth stretched taut, stretching out a slight smirk, but the tension in his gaze pulsed straight into them, and Norman couldn't hide this; thus, his father caught it. He came to a stop in his pacing, turned around to his father, his tone casual yet laced with a touch of aggression. “Father, I’ve been working on it. You’ll get your fallout soon enough. I’ve played my big card already.” Norman’s voice dropped, his eyes glinting with something darker. “Shawn and Ava’s marriage is teetering on the edge. Trust me.” Victor's eyes hardened, and he leaned forward in
The Wadsley’s mansion was filled with tension. Shawn entered the room, his piercing eyes surveying those already seated in front of him at the table in a row down the long mahogany. His father, Henry Darlington sat opposite Richard Wadsley, who presided at the head of the table, tapping fingers on the wood in a deliberate rhythm, face with an impassive mask, and Ryan Wadsley leaned back in his chair, arms folded, and nodded to greet shawn.“I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting.” he bowed before settling down and didn’t waste any seconds before speaking. "We don’t have much time." His voice cut through the stifling silence. "Uncle Victor and Norman have been one step ahead of us for so long. That ends now."Henry's expression was resolute. "We already know all their plans. With Edward's recording, we've got Victor's confession. But that will never be enough. We need more evidence to expose them publicly in front of your grandfather.”Richard's teeth were firmly gritted. "My name and
Darlington's mansion loomed over him as Shawn grasped the steering wheel with hands tightly clenched, his mind thinking a mile a minute per second. He never imagined that he would find himself here today, but with everything that had just transpired in seconds ago, he had more pressing things to attend to. All he had to do was learn.The instant he drove into the driveway, he cut off the motor and stepped out, teeth gritted in a granite smile. Air was nearly as cold as ice as he strode up to the front door.A servant flung the door wide open for him before he would have gotten there on his own two pounding feet. "Welcome home, Mr. Darlington." The maid greeted with a smile on her face.Shawn tried to greet back with a smile, but he wasn’t in the mood and he couldn’t fake it."Where's my father?" he asked immediately.Her expression changed at his cold demeanour. She could instantly tell that he was in a bad mood."Your father is in his study," She said.Shawn remained silent. He st
The ride home was silent as Ryan drove Ava home in her carAva's knuckles were whitening as her fist clenched on her laps. She could hear the sound of her heartbeat as she thought about what she was going to face when she got home.Ryan gripped tightly on the steering wheel, jaws clenched in a hard line. He was furious and seething, but beneath the anger was something else. He was supposed to be angry and yelling at her, but all he felt was pity for her.She could feel it also, she hated being treated like that- being vulnerable and pitied but that was the only thing she could hold on to now."Are you ready?" Ryan finally said, rolling up in front of the Wadsley house. The house loomed above, the lights flickered through the windows but not stopping the storm raging in Ava's brain.Her head was spinning, she let out in a soft tone "No." She shivered, her voice quivering. "But do I have a choice?”Ryan sighed and relaxed back into his seat. "You always have a choice in every decision,
There was heavy tension in the room, as Shawn's burning gaze was focused on Ava. His eyes sucked the air out of her lungs, and she stood stil with a wide eye, trembling in fear with her fist clenched on both sides."What the bloody hell are you doing here with Norman?" Shawn's tone sliced the air like a sharp blade.Ava flinched at his voice, and she stepped back, still trembling. "I—I can explain," she whispered.Shawn's face went cold. "You better have a good explanation for this."Ava's knees wobbled under her. She didn't know how much he heard or where to start her explanation from. "I didn't mean to do any of it, Shawn." she moved closer to him with tears in her eyes, hoping it would make him pity her. "I was used and manipulated by them. I swear– I would never betray you on purpose. Please believe me.”“Used and manipulated?" Shawn let out a bitter chuckle."That's your excuse?"Ava's heart crushed. He didn’t believe her. "I was scared! I was trapped and didn't know what to do.
Ava wiped her tears and shot a glare at samantha. “You knew about this too?”"Oh, come on, Ava," Samantha teased. "Don't be stupid now. We were business partners. I had no idea about your secret one night stand. I became partners with Norman after your father threatened to ruin my career, because he wanted to protect his beloved family reputation.”Ava went pale and her head spun. She thought samantha really cared about her when she advised her and helped her to get shawn back, but she had came to her with ulterior motives, and Norman was behind her all along. "You joined hands with Norman to hurt me. I've done nothing to deserve this from you, Sam.” She said with tears pouring down her eyes.Norman stepped closer, with a firm expression. “Don't play the victim here, Ava. You did everything you did for yourself. It was for your own selfish needs.”Ava wiped her tears and shot him a death glare "What are you saying?""Don't play dumb with us," Samantha cut in, "Yes, it was part of my
It was already dark when Ava stepped out of her car. The secluded building stood at the outskirts of the area and she had to walk there. Her grip tightened on the big bag she was holding as she got to the door. She took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder one more time before twisting the door handle. The creak of the open door pushed the bitter scent of scorched cement and motor oil back into her nostrils. Samatha leaned her shoulders against a pile of crates, crossed arms, pursed lips curled into a crazed smile as she saw her. Norman Darlington, however, was sitting in a comfortably broken-in leather armchair in the far corner, whiskey sloshing back and forth between his fingers. A whirlwind of excitement churned in his head as Ava walked toward him.She did not even bat an eyelid. She raised the bag she was holding and slammed it on the table in front of Norman. "There," she spat. "There's the money you both asked for. Now stop this madness before my dad's company goes ban
Henry Darlington was on his phone in his home office when he received a message from one of his clients, Edward Langstone. It was a voice message, and he wondered what was in it. He stopped what he was doing and played the message. There were murmurs of far-off voices, glass clinking, and soft music playing a party, then a familiar voice came in. "Richard Wadsley and Henry Darlington thought they were unstoppable and everyone else, or at least wished they were. They were just emotional fools. I sabotaged their business deal to ruin it in their faces, and they did not even know it was a sabotage. After all those years of friendship and partnership, it was so easy to break them apart. Without the support of each other, they are as good as weak, but my main target was Henry, I only wanted to remove Richard from the picture. “Wow, that's brilliant.” Another voice came in. “So how's the result going?” He chuckled. “Trust me, it's going great. Darlington Enterprises hanging by his fing
Ryan forced through the doors of Shawn's office without bothering to knock. His jaw was set in a line of urgency, his head a whirlwind of possibilities. The dim light inside the office cast shadows on Shawn's face, who sat behind his desk with his expression filled with controlled fury. The door slammed into the wall but shattered no portion of his stubborn fury. His fingers drummed slowly and deliberate over the fine polished wood. Ryan's pale blue eyes sparkled. "You said something about an emergency," he said, entering and closing the door. "What is it?” His voice was a little coarse and impatient Shawn exhaled, the weight of it coming down hard as it laid on his chest. He did not even look at Ryan, but instead allowed his eye to track the line of the desk in an attempt to put some sort of control on the anger in him. His tightened on the edge of the desk, and his knuckles whitened."Ava knows something.” Ryan's eyebrows sprang. "Knows something about what?"Shawn's head jerked
Ava shoved Shawn's brown front door wide open and took a deep breath, waiting there as the door creaked shut behind her. The day's activities hung heavy on her shoulders like a damp cape. And she couldn't wait to relax and have a good night's sleep. She walked in expecting to see Madam Tess all over the kitchen, but the house was quiet. It was at this time tonight that Madam Tess would be cleaning the kitchen and also preparing Shawn's study for his arrival from work. Her hand rested on the chill of the console table as she placed her handbag down. The reflex wasn't comforting. A cold, shivery scuttering feeling crawled down her spine as though someone was standing behind her, watching her.And she saw him.Shawn was at the bottom of the stairs, lit by the faint light of the hallway chandelier. One hand was in his sweatpants pocket, the other clumsily holding a tumbler of amber liquor. His eyes, which met hers, were dark and impenetrable.Ava's heart skipped a beat.She swallowed.