*** Hyacinth ***I woke up from reality. Those sweet memories with Raven are real. It happened. Sometimes, I wish that it never ends. That it was always happy moments. Just the two of us in that cabin. And we won’t be leaving. But it’s just some thoughts. I know that those sweet moments will end.“I have to check on my husband,” I mumbled to my best friend. I feel dizzy and tipsy. And my glasses are not helping me at all. I hugged her.“Go girl. I’ll sleep for now.” She yawned. “I am so fucking tired I just want to sleep.”“File for vacation leave. We will spend some money on our vacation.” I kissed her head.As I was walking upstairs, I felt my chest somewhat uneasy. I felt anxious. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s just my gut. Whenever I feel like this, I know that something is going on.I went to our bedroom and I thought Raven was sleeping but he’s currently working while in bed. He was speaking in Finnish fluently while checking scrolling on his laptop.I approached him as he continu
*** Raven ***We slept early in the morning or after midnight. My wife and I made love until past midnight. Some of the window curtains are open. There’s a possibility that a pervert would peek through binoculars to watch us from a distance. That’s something that Rosie will do. But the letters… I am now curious. I don’t think Rosie would pay attention to that detail.“Sit down, Bud,” I told her to sit next to me. I placed my hand over her thigh like I usually do, and this time, she didn’t brush it off.“You are a big boy now, you can feed yourself, right?” She asked as I laughed.“Maybe, you can feed me.”I glanced at Patricia who had that disgusted look and she rolled her eyes.“Come on, Pat. Don’t be like that.”“You guys are more disgusting than before. Back before you were just all lovey-dovey but now, you are acting like in-heat.”Zian burst out in laughter. Here I thought that he was sleeping.“I am in heat,” I smirked as I looked at Hyacinth who shook her head.“Enough, just ea
*** Hyacinth *** I warmly greeted Mr. Jeffrey Charles, Anthony’s father. I haven’t met him personally since he was always on vacation to catch up with his wife. The man looked so much like Anthony despite his wrinkled face and white hair. “Is it alright if my husband is present?” I asked. “It’s fine, babe. I can wait outside.” Raven said but I reached his hand. Somehow, I feel a little scared but Raven was there during my ups and downs. Then, there’s Patricia who will hear all of these soon. He sat down next to me as Mr. Jeffrey pressed his lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Hyacinth. You indeed looked like your mother.” “Thank you,” I somehow felt anxious but Jeffrey took out his tablet. “I had all of your mother's files.” I took it and opened the first file. I had read some of it but I haven’t gone through all of their messages through videos of their messages to me. Georgina Af Forselles and Eevi Af Forselles. I went through a few notes. Where there are photos of my mother
*** Hyacinth ***We arrived back at the mansion after we dropped Patricia off at her apartment. On our way to her apartment, she told me that she would be resigning from her current job and searching for a higher offer. I support her decision. She already sent out the resignation, and she’s currently turning over a few things. It’s just a coincidence that we will go to Finland on a private jet.“Mom!” I rushed to Darcy and hugged her. She hugged me back and kissed my cheeks.“Hello, gorgeous.”“Wow,” I looked around the mansion. “It’s beautiful!”“Do you like it?” She asked. "I know you don’t like to decorate a lot, but I called out a team to do it for the whole mansion. However, we will decorate the Christmas tree for ourselves.”“Wow,” I gaped at the decorations. I know it’s expensive and there’s a big Christmas tree. “Wait, is that a real pine tree?” I asked as Dacry grinned.“Yes, my dear. I had it shipped.” She said proudly. “And the pine trees in the garden will be decorated tom
*** Hyacinth ***To my dearest Hyacinth,I know that I failed to take you from your father. But before I even die, I want to secure everything for you.The acres of land and the cabin is under your mother’s name and you are the sole heir. However, I want you to know that you can’t sell the house. The house was a treasure to me and to our family. If ever you want to rebuild the house, please make sure that you have checked each of the doors. Our family treasure is hidden inside.Your grandfather did his best to protect it from people who wanted to purchase our land. We found peace in this cabin and this land. I hope you’ll take care of it, my dear Hyacinth. My sweet little flower.I love you and even though I am not around, please promise me to always protect yourself.I gaped at my grandmother’s message. A hidden treasure? Could it be a family heirloom? I haven’t toured it all well and there could be hidden doors. But I need to get there right away before Christmas.“I got my passport
*** Raven *** I had my wife’s phone connected to mine. All of the messages and emails are cloned to my phone. When she left, I made sure to check her messages. And even though I blocked that number, I still received it in real time. She’s not focused on her phone. She’s more focused on shopping. I intercepted another message. Her photo in a flowy dress. She looked gorgeous, of course and it might show some skin but she placed a jacket over her shoulders at that time and this bastard sent messages. You look fucking hot in this dress, Hyacinth. But you look happy. But I guess I will just have to touch myself while you are undressing and touching yourself. This boiled my head as I nearly smashed it. But I have to delete it. I must. Hyacinth can’t know. She must go on with her days like they were nothing. I don’t want her to worry. I don’t want her to break down. As soon as possible, I want to keep it a secret until we get this guy. Or until we learned his identity. “This little fu
*** Raven ***I watched them board the private jet that I own and use for my business trips. Before they boarded, I gave her a lot of kisses on her face, lips, and neck. That’s when I saw a glimpse of Patricia and Zian, who cringed at us. It’s funny to see that our best friends had the same look at the same time. “Get back safely,” I told her and held her hand tightly. Although I don’t want her to leave, I must let her do whatever she wants. Zian, Patricia, and Penny are with her anyway together with Seth. “Two weeks. If you don't get back at that time, I’ll be coming there.” “Okay,” “Come on, let’s go for Pete’s sake!” Penny exclaimed as Hyacinth waved at me and she boarded the plane with them. I let out a sigh and checked my phone to see where her phone was cloned to mine. There were no new messages for now.I hopped into my car and stopped when Calisto sneaked into the jet before it closed. I sighed and shook my head but I let him. He’s an architect anyway. They can find it out
*** Hyacinth ***A car pulled out in front of the cabin. I headed downstairs and approached the car as a familiar figure hopped out. “Hyacinth?” Eino called as I smiled.“Hey, Eino.”“You are back so quickly.”“Well, we are just checking the cabin.”He approached me and hugged me probably as a greeting and I patted his back.“Sorry,” He stepped back. “Well, I just missed you and Granny missed you a lot as well.”“Oh,” I somewhat felt awkward. “Uhm, these are my friends. You already met Cal,”“Hey,” Cal shook his hand.“Then, this is Patricia, Penny, and Zian.”“I’m Eino, a pleasure to meet you all. I live nearby and if you guys have no place to stay, my house is open.”“Wow, that’s so sweet.” Penny grinned. “But we already had a reservation and we can’t cancel it. Thank you so much, Eino.”“Uh, sure.” Eino nodded. “But really, my house is open for everyone.”I don’t think that I could live in someone else’s house and although they had a perfect accommodation, Raven doesn’t like Eino
***Kelly***I remember it all too vividly. Cal was driving carefully, his hands steady on the wheel, his eyes focused on the road. But that car—it came out of nowhere, swerving deliberately toward us. Cal’s reflexes were quick. He threw his right arm across me, shielding me as best as he could. But it wasn’t enough. The impact was brutal. Our car slammed into the post on my side, the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass echoing in my ears. I felt the searing pain in my right arm and leg, but it was nothing compared to the horror of seeing Cal’s head hit the windshield with a sickening crack. The glass splintered, and he went limp. “Kelly, I’m so sorry, darling.” My mother’s voice trembled as she reached for my hand, her fingers squeezing mine gently. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face pale with worry. “Don’t lose hope. Cal’s strong. He’ll pull through. He’ll be out of the ICU soon, I promise.”“I need to see him,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Even if it’s just from the out
***Hyacinth***I sat in my swivel chair, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what to do next. My imagination spiraled with ideas on how to catch that *bastard*. Restlessness gnawed at me, and sleep felt impossible. I glanced at my husband, Raven, who was hunched over his computer, laser-focused as he made yet another call. It was well past midnight, and here we were, still tirelessly checking on our friends back in the Philippines.“Raven,” I called out softly. He paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, and turned to look at me. Our eyes locked, and for a long moment, we just stared at each other. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words caught in my throat. “Never mind,” I muttered, looking away as I turned back to my laptop. I could feel his gaze lingering on me, heavy with unspoken concern.In that moment, I couldn’t help but wish I had run away with Raven years ago. I wished there were no stalkers, no threats, no shadows lurking in our lives. Why did this person want
***Zian***When we arrived at the hospital, Cal was standing outside the operating room, his arms stained with blood that still dripped onto the floor. Kelly’s parents hadn’t arrived yet, but my concern was entirely on him. His white shirt was soaked in crimson, and his face was pale, his eyes wide and unfocused. He looked shattered, broken in a way I’d never seen before.“Cal,” I called softly as I approached him, my voice trembling with worry. “You’re hurt. We need to get you checked up.”He pushed me away weakly, his hands shaking. His eyes were dilated, his breathing uneven. My heart ached seeing him like this—so lost, so consumed by guilt and fear. “Bro!” I shouted, trying to snap him out of it. “You’re bleeding! You need help!”“She’s in there…” he muttered, his voice barely audible as he pointed toward the operating room. His hand trembled, and he exhaled slowly, as if the weight of the world was crushing him.Before I could say more, I heard the sound of rushing footsteps. Ke
***Raven***I forced myself to stay seated during the meeting, even though every fiber of my being screamed to leave. Hyacinth had assured me she was fine, but the unease gnawed at me. My partners and our business dealings were important—crucial, even—but nothing mattered more than my wife. “I’m sorry, but I need to leave immediately. There’s an emergency,” I said, rising from my chair. My voice was steady, but my heart raced.Colton Pines, the first of the three partners I’d met who shared my passion for rare gems, leaned back in his chair, his tone casual. “What’s going on?”“My wife needs me,” I replied, my words clipped.“Wife?” Dane’s head snapped up, his expression a mix of surprise and mock offense. “You got married without inviting us?” His voice rose, and I raised a hand to silence him, my jaw tightening.Minerva, ever the dramatic, rolled her eyes and pushed her fiery red hair back. “Oh, bummer. Guess we’re not important enough for wedding invitations.”“I’ll introduce you
***Darcy***I couldn’t help but laugh when Raven and Hyacinth told me how Regina had outsmarted Samuel. It all came rushing back to me now—the reason Samuel married me. It wasn’t love. It was my alimony from my first husband. Samuel was handsome, sure, but not nearly as striking as Raven’s father. He had married Regina for her business acumen, hoping she’d save his failing company. And she did. But what he didn’t know was that Regina had already secured her wealth, transferring most of her assets to her mother and Hyacinth. Hyacinth, my dear girl, is now richer than any of us, thanks to her mother’s foresight. I couldn’t be prouder of Regina for that.But there’s one thing weighing heavily on my heart—proof that Regina’s death wasn’t an accident. Hyacinth needs closure, and I’m determined to help her find it.“Take care, my dear,” I said, waving at the screen as Hyacinth blew me a flying kiss.“Love you, Mom,” Hyacinth replied, her voice soft and sweet. I nodded, a lump forming in my
***Raven***I was pleasantly surprised when my wife greeted me at the door, wearing an adorable apron and a warm smile. She helped me remove my coat and necktie, her hands gentle and efficient. She even made sure I slipped into my home shoes, leaving my dirty ones by the rack until they were clean enough to be stored in our shoe closet. She handed me a damp, hot towel to clean my hands, her touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Then, with a playful grin, she led me to the round table near the balcony, where the city lights sparkled like a sea of stars. The soft hum of romantic music filled the air, and the flickering candles added a touch of magic to the scene. Patricia, Seth, and Irene were eating in the dining room, but my wife had prepared something special for just the two of us. She looked stunning in an olive green dress, her hair twisted into a low, messy bun. My mind wandered to all the things I wanted to do with her tonight, but for now, I focused on the momen
**Raven**I’ve always been a man who values loyalty and integrity, which is why the situation with Seth and Patricia has been gnawing at me. I know for a fact that Seth was married, but there’s an undeniable attraction brewing between him and Patricia. As much as I want to stay out of their personal lives, Patricia is like a baby sister to me—spoiled, sharp-tongued, and always two steps ahead of everyone. She’s Hyacinth’s best friend, and I don’t want Hyacinth to worry about her either. So, I’ve decided to keep a close eye on things, even if it means stepping into territory I’d rather avoid.I leaned back in my ergonomic chair, the soft hum of the office filling the silence as I scrolled through the list Hyacinth had sent me. It was all photos—handbags, shoes, and a few pieces of jewelry. My wife has always had an eye for elegance, and I couldn’t help but smile at her impeccable taste. I called for my assistant, who appeared promptly, her heels clicking softly against the polished flo
**Raven**Understanding the immense influence Hyacinth’s mother held in the business world only fueled my determination to provide for Hyacinth in every way possible. Her mother’s wealth was hers, not mine, and I respected that boundary. But every penny I earned, every success I achieved, was for Hyacinth. She was my purpose, my driving force. I built my empire not for glory or power, but to ensure she lived a life free from worry, surrounded by the luxury she deserved. Yet, no amount of wealth could erase the pain etched on her face when she spoke of her mother. The emotional scars from her family ran deep, and it pained me to see her cry. Her mother, a brilliant mind who had saved countless companies, had left behind a legacy—and a final message to secure her daughter’s future. It wasn’t just the Charles Law Firm searching for Hyacinth; Sinclair was also in the mix. The weight of it all was overwhelming, but I would shoulder it for her.We left the mansion late that night, after Hy
*** The Stalker ***I made sure my face was concealed, either with a prosthetic or by obscuring my features enough to mislead anyone who might try to identify me. I wore cheap, nondescript clothing that covered me from head to toe, and beneath my winter hat, I tucked away a set of fake dreadlocks. Disguise is an art, and I am its meticulous artist. The headlines had confirmed what I already knew: Hyacinth is perfection incarnate. A flawless wife, a goddess among mortals. Today, she sat in that café near Central Park, the one she frequents. She was draped in a white trench coat, leather boots hugging her slender legs, and a mini dress that teased just enough to drive me mad. Beneath it all, thick socks climbed up her thighs, and the mere thought of peeling them away, of touching her skin, sent shivers of desire through me. But then, my mind wandered to her sister, Raven, who had the audacity to tarnish Hyacinth’s purity. Raven, who claimed Hyacinth lost her virginity at fifteen—or wa