Masuk[Addison]
My little boy looks even smaller in a hospital bed with an IV attached to his arm.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Stone, but your son’s condition is serious. He is suffering from an intense allergic reaction,” the Doctor’s face is grim. “If he had gotten here an hour sooner, we could have prevented the severe dehydration. We were lucky this time that the reaction wasn’t worse.”
“Worse?” My voice warbles as Michael looks away, unable to my gaze. “How much worse?”
“If he had developed anaphylaxis, he’d be dead,” the doctor’s tone. “You’re lucky his heart didn’t stop on the way here. As it is, he’ll need to remain in the hospital for 24 hours for observation.”
Our son could have died, all because my husband couldn’t bear to disappoint his ex-girlfriend.
Michael volunteers to pay the bill and grab the new prescription for an emergency epi-pen. “I’ll be back soon, I promise,” he kisses the top of my head before rushing out of the room as if the sight of our sick son could chase him down the hall.
Grasping the frayed edges of my sweater, I twist and pull as I sit, unable to take my eyes off of my child for a minute. The last time I let him out of my sight, he ended up here. Exhausted, I fall asleep, my face resting on the foot of his bed.
“You would think that a mother would know better,” my mother-in-law, Lauren’s screeching voice snaps me awake as she stands, shouting, from just inside the doorway. “You do know they make gluten-free cakes, right? And dairy-free ice cream.”
“Of course, I do,” I scowl, my hackles raised as she once again assumes her perfect son had nothing to do with our current situation. “I didn’t feed him gluten, or dairy, that was your son, Michael, and …”
“Mommy,” Jayson rolls over towards me, his face drawn with exhaustion and fear.
Lauren uses her hip to block my path as I stand, making it to Jayson’s side before he’s fully awake. “Jayson my love, Grandma is here. Tell me, how did you get so sick?”
“Grandma,” Jayson whispers as she leans in to kiss his cheek. He looks over my shoulder before leaning into his grandmother and saying very softly, as if afraid I might hear, “Mommy gave me cake. Also strawberry ice cream.”
His words squeezed my heart like a vice and I stumble forward in shock as a tear rolls down my cheek. “Jayson, how could you say that? I’d never feed you a cake with gluten!”
“Are you calling my grandson, your son, a liar?” Lauren scoffs as she turns to me, her face red with fury. “He’s six. He’s an innocent child and you tried to kill him”
“Go away!” Jayson sits up, his cheeks puffed out as he glares at me through his long, blond eyelashes. “I want Mama Evelyn! She’s a better mommy than you! She loves me!”
“I love you, Jayson. Listen…”
My son pokes his fingers in his ears ignoring me as Michael opens the door. “What is this?”
“Tell your mother the truth!” I demand. “You and Evelyn did this and now our son is calling me a villain.”
Laura scoffs behind me, outraged. “I never realized what vile woman you are to bring Evelyn into this. She is such an elegant, sweet, and caring woman. She’s a teacher, a natural mother. When I’ve seen her with Jayson she’s always been the sweetest most doting…”
I’m not doing this here, not in front of my son. Pushing my husband out the door, I pull him into the hallway.
“How could you?” I hiss, my whole body shaking with anger. “You took our son to visit your mother, with Evelyn? How long, Michael?”
He places his hands on my arms and I shake it off, my anger burning. Taking several deep breaths I try to calm my breathing as I listen to my husband swear that he isn’t having an affair with his ex, that he isn’t making me look bad intentionally so that he won’t look like a villain.
“Don’t tell my mom,” he begs. “You know the truth, but I don’t want her to hate Evelyn for a simple mistake.”
In the background, I can hear my son screaming. Worried, I walk inside to see my mother-in-law trying to comfort him while he throws a fit loud enough to wake the dead.
Rushing forward, I try to comfort him, but he pushes me away, his little hand hitting my cheek. “I hate you! I want Mama Evelyn! I want Mama Evelyn! I wish you were gone!”
“Fine,” my heart sinks as I listen to my son curse me. He doesn’t want me, he wants her. “I’ll go if that’s what you really want. Evelyn can take care of you.”
I wait until I’m out of the room until I let the tears fall freely. As the elevator opens, an arm grabs my shoulder and pulls me back. “Wait, Addy!”
Michael’s chest is heaving as he struggles to regain his breath. “Wait! I didn’t tell him to say any of that I didn’t…”
“He didn’t come up with these ideas on his own, Michael. Children listen and watch the adults around them. His anger is because of you and Evelyn.”
Turning away, I step into the elevator. “Don’t follow me, Michael.”
As the elevator descends, the last 6 years of my life play in my mind. I graduated top in my class at law school and was offered jobs at the most prestigious law firms, but I set it aside to build my family–a family I thought I had with Michael and Jayson. They have been my whole universe.
And never once have I ever regretted giving them that time. It has been precious to me. I’ve always wanted to be a mother, to have a family of my own. But that family that I’ve invested so much love and time into wants nothing to do with me.
But to them, my sacrifices have been for nothing. Even my son, the center of my world, wants me to go away.
Stepping out onto the street, I wipe my eyes, taking a deep breath letting the sunlight hit my face.
And then I see her. A little girl with long brown pigtails standing in the middle of the road, her eyes staring off into space, not aware of the car only feet away from her.
Rushing out into the street, I place my body between the child and the car, wrapping myself around her as I pull us both onto the sidewalk just before the car slams into us both.
“Oh my God, are you okay,” the little girl blinks up at me, her large hazel eyes wide as she watches the car drive away. “Where is your mommy and daddy.”
Her only response is to hold onto me tightly, wrapping her arms around my neck.
Lifting her carefully I jump as an engine hums behind me, parking at the curb and stopping only a few feet away. When the car door opens, I find myself looking at one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen.
And he is looking straight back at me.
[Katelyn][At ROSE THORNE headquarters]Hunter’s fevered call sparked a firestorm of activity, both at RoseThorne Tech, and back at BLACKEAGLE headquarters. Too many disasters are sparking in too many locations. In addition to losing Vanessa, Grant Manor is under attack, and Hunter’s niece, Oliva, is trapped as her security fails.But worst of all, is the fire burning within the heart of our leader, Hunter Grant. We all heard the power behind his words, the brutal, feral edge to his phrases as he decisively made demands of us, telling each division where to go.To an outsider, Hunter would seem fully in control, judiciously handling the situation. But for those of us who know him best, those who fought beside him either on the streets or abroad, it is clear that Hunter Grant is balanced on the edge of his sanity. All it would take is one small push to send him over the edge. Which is why we need to send Reggie in, along with his special ops, to neutralize the situation before Hunte
[Hunter]My blood chills as I read through my missed texts, listening to the reports finally coming in over our com system. Until just now, everything had been blocked and I had no idea that my life was falling apart. And standing on stage is my reason why.Desmond Debrassy grins like a fool in his golden dragon suit as he kisses the hand of the girl who was once my protege and ward. I saved her, protected her, and made her a member of my family. But she was never my loyal adopted daughter. She has been his all along, a perfect bride and enemy groomed by my nemesis to take me down from the inside. That had been his plan for Livy once. The only reason I was able to find her and bring her home is because he had ordered his people not to kill her on sight, his sick mind already thinking ahead to making his perfect child bride and assassin. That had been his Plan A. It seems that Jessica was Plan B.“I’m going to kill him,” I growl, my fists clenched as I take a step towards the stage.
[Livy]This is not a game I want to play because it isn’t really a game. He will kill my Mama and make me watch because he wants me to come out. He’s trying to hurt my Uncle. This is about more than just me and Mama. Before, with the bad men, I knew it wasn’t a game either and that the computer was lying to me to make me feel better about hurting them. She didn’t need to go through that much trouble. I wanted to hurt them. Just like the bad men before hurt mama and me, and killed my nanny, Sally. I wanted them to feel pain for making me hurt. I know that means I’m not a very good girl, but sometimes good people have to do bad things. “Computer, I need to go out there,” I cry desperately, “I can’t let him kill Mama.” The computer doesn’t respond and the only sound in the room is my crying blended with the silent hum of electricity. I’m scared. If the computer won’t help me, what am I going to do?“So, she is your new Mama?” The computer sounds sad. “I am glad you have someone who lo
[Livy]“Shall we play another game, Olivia,” the computer asks me as I watch the bad guys scramble. The last game was fun. We turned on the sprinklers. Not the regular sprinklers, but what the computer called the “super hard sprinklers.” “What are those sprinklers for?” I finally asked as the water powered down and I could see two men lying on their backs. They aren’t moving. “Did we kill them?”“Negative, Olivia.” The computer replies in her smooth, kind voice. I’ve never heard it before, but it feels familiar, and makes me feel more calm even though this is a scary situation. “They are not dead. They have broken ribs and fractured hips. They can be saved with intervention.” The computer pauses and then asks, “do you want me to call the paramedics.” “No,” I pout. “What if they hurt the paramedics. They don’t deserve that.” “Young miss,” the computer soothes, “They will not hurt the paramedics. They cannot stand. Shall I call them?”There is something in her tone that makes me feel
[Michael]My chest hurts like I've been slammed into by a truck, my body left scattered on the side of the road. Maybe that's what happened to me. I smell bad enough. But there's carpet underneath my hands. and the scent of my urine is mixed with that of cobwebs and old dust. And my wrists burn. Did somebody hogtie me?"Ouch, fuck!" My head slams into a piece of solid wood as I wiggle, trying to get either my hands or legs free. With a hard kick, I manage to snap whatever the hell was used to bind my feet, loosening up my arms enough to free myself the rest of the way. Standing, I look around to see a large, dark room. An office. Oh that's right--Addison was here. I found my wife parading around in that sweet little maid costume, flashing her legs and half her ass to the world while searching Debrassy's house. What could she be looking for? Is it something for CCRP Law Group? But Debrassy is their biggest client. Everyone knows it’s practically his personal team of lawyers who some
[Evelyn]The scene keeps replaying in my head. I’m standing backstage, looking out at the crowd and glowing lights. Debrassy, that bastard, is glowing like a gem and standing next to him is that bitch, Miss Bluebird, the girl he’s worked so hard to keep away from me, but who is always around, her essence lingering, smelling like spring apricots.Before this, we were never allowed to meet. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, that we were never in the same place at the same time. This whole time I thought she was the other woman, but it turns out that was always me. Even when she was just a child, he had planned to shape her, to groom her, to cut her rough edges and present her as a sparkling gem on his hand. Jessica Johnson Debrassy is his wife, his treasure, the mother of his heir–I’m nothing more than the rag he used to keep her clean. And our children together, our two sons, are nothing more than bastards bearing another man’s last name. One day, when our son is old enough to







