Chapter 2 - The Secret Cracks
Mia slipped out of Ethan’s penthouse just after midnight. The cool night air hit her flushed skin as she stepped onto the street, the city alive around her but feeling like a distant hum. She adjusted her jacket, pulling it tighter around her body as if it could shield her from the guilt that crept in every time she left Ethan. She told herself it would get easier—the lying, the hiding—but it never did. Her phone buzzed again in her hand. Liam. Guilt twisted her stomach as she glanced down at the message: Miss you. Let’s talk tomorrow? She should be excited to see Liam. He was the perfect boyfriend, the kind of guy any girl would be lucky to have. But all she felt was the dull ache of obligation. She could still feel Ethan’s hands on her skin, his lips against hers. Every time she was with him, it was like the rest of the world faded away, and she hated how much she craved that feeling. Pushing thoughts of Liam aside, she walked quickly toward her apartment, her mind racing. How much longer could she keep this up? She couldn’t deny that being with Ethan made her feel alive in ways that Liam never did. But how long before it all blew up in her face? She turned the key in the lock of her apartment door, stepping inside the small space that suddenly felt suffocating. The silence was too much. She needed a distraction. Anything to drown out the thoughts that swirled in her head. Her phone buzzed again, and this time it wasn’t Liam. It was Sophie. “Are you up? Need to talk.” Mia’s heart skipped a beat. Sophie was her best friend—had been since they were kids—but lately, their friendship felt strained. Mia had been pulling away, and she knew Sophie had noticed. How could she tell her best friend that the reason she was distant was because she was sleeping with her father’s best friend? The thought alone made her stomach turn. She typed a quick response: “Yeah, I’m up. What’s going on?” Moments later, Sophie’s reply came in: “Can I come over?” Mia hesitated, her heart pounding. She wasn’t ready to face Sophie, especially not after what just happened with Ethan. But she couldn’t keep avoiding her. “Sure. Come over.” As soon as the message sent, Mia’s pulse quickened. What if Sophie knew something? What if she had seen Mia and Ethan together? Mia shook the thought away. There was no way. They had been careful. No one knew. Except for Liam, who was still in the dark about her late-night meetings with Ethan. And Sophie, who Mia had been dodging for weeks. It was all falling apart, and Mia didn’t know how to fix it. Minutes later, Sophie arrived. Mia opened the door to find her friend standing there, arms crossed, looking more serious than usual. Sophie was always the life of the party, always the one to brighten up a room with her infectious energy. But tonight, something was off. “Hey,” Sophie said, stepping inside without her usual smile. Mia’s stomach knotted. “Hey. What’s up?” Sophie dropped onto the couch, running her hands through her hair. “I… I need to talk to you about something. But I don’t know how to say it.” Mia’s heart pounded harder in her chest. She forced herself to sit next to Sophie, her mind spinning with worst-case scenarios. “You can tell me anything,” Mia said, her voice steady despite the panic rising inside her. Sophie bit her lip, glancing at Mia with an expression that made her insides twist. “It’s about… well, it’s about Ethan.” Mia’s breath caught in her throat. Did Sophie know? Could she somehow have figured it out? “What about him?” Mia asked, her voice shaky despite her best efforts to sound calm. Sophie exhaled slowly, her eyes dropping to her hands. “Mia, something happened. I don’t know how to say this, but… I slept with him.” Mia felt the blood drain from her face, her entire body freezing in place. The words hit her like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of her lungs. Sophie… and Ethan? Her mind reeled, struggling to process what she had just heard. “You… what?” Sophie looked at her with wide, guilt-ridden eyes. “It happened a while ago, before you and Liam got together. I didn’t want to tell you because I was ashamed. But now… now it’s eating me up inside.” Mia couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. All she could do was stare at Sophie, the truth unraveling in front of her like a nightmare she couldn’t escape. Ethan had been with Sophie? The man she had been sneaking around with for months—the man who made her feel like she was the only one—had already been with her best friend. “I’m sorry, Mia,” Sophie whispered, tears welling in her eyes. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. It was a mistake.” Mia felt like she was going to be sick. Her hands trembled in her lap as the room seemed to close in on her. Everything was unraveling, faster than she could keep up. Sophie reached for her hand, but Mia pulled away, standing abruptly. “I… I need a minute,” Mia stammered, backing away from the couch. She could feel her pulse pounding in her ears, her chest tightening with panic. How could Ethan have done this? How could Sophie? “Mia, please,” Sophie begged. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want to hurt you.” Mia’s mind was spinning, a chaotic mess of emotions she couldn’t untangle. She needed to get out of there. She needed to think. “I just… I need some air,” she said, grabbing her jacket and rushing toward the door, barely able to hold herself together long enough to make it outside. The cold night air hit her face like a slap, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside her. She stumbled down the steps of her apartment building, her thoughts racing in a million different directions. Sophie had slept with Ethan. Her best friend, the one person she had trusted with everything. And Ethan… What else had he lied about? Mia felt the walls closing in around her as she walked aimlessly through the quiet streets, her mind replaying Sophie’s confession over and over again. She had been so sure of Ethan, so convinced that what they had was different. But now? Now she didn’t know what to believe. Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she glanced down to see Ethan’s name flash across the screen. “Miss me already?” the message read. Mia’s hand shook as she stared at the text, her stomach churning with a mix of anger and hurt. She wanted to throw the phone, to scream, to forget that any of this had ever happened. But she couldn’t. Not now. Not when everything she thought she knew was falling apart around her.Chapter 3 – Torn ApartMia didn’t know how long she walked. The streets were quiet at this hour, empty except for the occasional car passing by, headlights cutting through the night. Her thoughts were anything but quiet. Sophie’s confession echoed in her mind, gnawing at her from the inside. It wasn’t just the betrayal—it was the fact that Ethan had been with Sophie first. He never told her, never hinted at it, and now Mia couldn’t shake the feeling that she had been played.What else had Ethan kept from her?She wandered toward the park, the one where she and Sophie used to hang out when they were kids. They had shared everything once—secrets, laughter, dreams of the future. Now it felt like everything had been a lie.Mia stopped at one of the benches, collapsing onto the cold metal. She buried her face in her hands, trying to breathe, but the suffocating weight of it all made her feel like she was drowning.Her phone buzzed again, Ethan’s name flashing across the screen once more. S
Chapter 4 – Fractured BondsMia couldn’t sleep. The weight of everything pressed down on her chest, making it impossible to relax. Ethan’s betrayal, Sophie’s secret, her own lies to Liam—it all swirled in her mind like a storm she couldn’t escape. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying Ethan’s words over and over.“You’re not just another girl.”But that’s exactly how she felt now. Like she had been one in a long line of women to fall for his charms, to get swept up in the fantasy of being with someone older, more experienced. Someone who could make her feel things she never thought possible. And now, the fantasy was crumbling.When morning came, Mia pulled herself out of bed, her body heavy with exhaustion. She had agreed to meet Sophie today, but the thought of facing her friend made her stomach churn. How could she even begin to talk about what had happened?As she showered and dressed, she tried to steel herself for the conversation ahead. Sophie was her best friend
Chapter 5 – Shadows of the Past Mia stood frozen in Ethan’s penthouse, her heart pounding. She didn’t know how to move forward from here. Ethan’s eyes searched hers, waiting for her to say something—anything—that would break the suffocating silence between them. “Do you really think I can just forget everything?” Mia asked, her voice trembling. “You kept something from me, Ethan. You slept with Sophie, my best friend, and you didn’t think that mattered?” Ethan sighed heavily, running a hand through his dark hair. His frustration was evident, but Mia could see the guilt in his eyes. “It wasn’t like that, Mia. What happened with Sophie was before you and I… It didn’t mean anything.” “It doesn’t matter when it happened,” Mia said, her voice rising. “The fact that you didn’t tell me means you were hiding it.” “I didn’t want to hurt you,” Ethan said softly, stepping closer. “I was trying to protect us. What I feel for you—what we have—it’s real.” Mia’s chest tightened. She wanted to b
CHAPTER 6: SEX ON A STICKMIA“Are you going somewhere?” Liam inquired, after seeing me all dressed up.It wasn't my intention to wake him up. I was planning on just leaving quietly but somehow, he heard my movements. I blinked multiple times, thinking of excuses I could use to get out of there. I didn't want him to feel bad that I was leaving him in the middle of the night, but I also didn't want to keep Ethan waiting.“Um…I have to go. There's an emergency,” I lied.He rubbed his eyes, sitting up to look at me. “I don't get it, Mia. Didn't you just arrive here? Why are you leaving again?” He complained, watching me wear my shoes.I bit my lips, thinking of another excuse to tell him. “I…I have to be home. Dad would be home from his business trip, and I don't want him asking about my whereabouts.”It wasn't a lie entirely; my dad was on a business trip, and I wanted to be the first to greet him upon his arrival. Liam didn't ask any further questions but I could tell that he was very
Chapter 7: Sweet thing MIA *A WEEK LATER* This past week has been great so far. Liam and I decided to take things slow, although I still had my sexcapades with Ethan, my father already returned from his trip so I was able to take a breather, away from him for a while. I sat in the living room, binge watching my favorite series. I was so lost in it that I didn't realize when someone walked in. I noticed some movement but didn't bother looking up. It was probably one of the maids who went out for groceries. “Hey sweet thing,” I heard that familiar voice. My blood turned cold in an instant. I thought he wasn't going to show up until my dad has gone . What was he doing here? I didn't dare look up at him. I was scared of what he'd do to me. He laughed, making his way towards me. “Is this what we've come too? Are you ignoring me and acting like I don't even exist?” He retorted. I swallowed my saliva, taking deep breaths. “Welcome back, Ethan,” I replied, trying hard to act casual.
Chapter 8: Some kind of fetish?MIA“W–What do you want?” I managed to ask. My voice was cracking and barely audible but somehow he had been able to make do with my incoherent words.He smirked. “I want to touch you,” he revealed.My breath hitched and the thought of my Ethan touching me made me feel elated, I had missed him. It's not like I didn't want Liam to touch me either but I got so attracted to him that I couldn't help it.He waited for my response and when he got none he brought out his phone again. “Do you want me to call a Uber and leave instead?” He threatened, his middle finger close to the send button.“No,” I responded quickly. “You can touch me but can it be some other time? I'm just trying to process everything. I miss you Ethan, but I'm also scared and I don't trust you like I used to.” I pleaded.He had some type of emotion on his face. It was something that I couldn't quite put my fingers on. “You are still thinking about her but I can assure you that you're differ
CHAPTER 9: You're my number one youngsterMIA I shot him a glare, trying to make sure that my dad didn't notice what was going on between us. My dad could catch a glimpse, and I'm sure he'd kill him, burn his body to ashes, and flush those ashes down the toilet. I managed to get him to remove his hands from my lap. “Are you okay there, pumpkin?” Dad inquired and I nodded in response.I forced up a smile, “Yeah, I'm fine,” I lied.“The Chinese food is just so good. It's been so long since I've had Chinese, and that too, with my two favorite people,” I responded.Dad was elated by my statement. “It's been so long since we've been together like this. I've been so busy that I want to enjoy every weekend with you.”I nodded in response. I missed spending time with Dad; his company was working on a new project that they were about to launch, and he's been occupied lately.We made a few small talk; Dad told me about his trip, which I was excited to hear. I noticed that Ethan was quiet toni
Chapter 10: Killing two birds...LIAM I caressed her stomach softly, trying to make sure that she didn't wake up. Ever since we got together, I just wanted to do whatever I could to make her happy. She deserved the whole world and I was willing to give her that.She had been annoyed the previous night that I tried to contact her. But I was just upset and was only looking after her. We made up and spent the night together soon after.She stirred in her sleep and I could tell that the little caresses I was giving her were jolting her back to reality. She looked up at me and she had a smile on her face. She couldn't look cuter anymore and I wanted to kiss her so very badly."Good morning," I greeted and pecked her on the lips and then on her tummy.She giggled lightly and said, "That tickles."It was nice to see her smile and I certainly just didn't want the day to end at all. The way her eyes lit up the room, and I was sure that I could take her in my arms forever. I just wanted to be
Chapter 140: With all my heart ETHAN The soft hum of the television filled the living room as I scrolled through my phone absentmindedly. The news anchor’s voice droned on about economic fluctuations, political scandals—nothing that interested me. That was until I heard Smith Cole’s name. I glanced up at the screen. The bold letters at the bottom of the screen made my eyebrows lift. “BREAKING NEWS: BUSINESS TYCOON SMITH COLE FOUND DEAD IN PRISON CELL” I sat up, the remote slipping from my fingers. “According to sources, Smith Cole was found unresponsive in his cell early this morning. While initial reports suggest suicide, investigations are still ongoing.” I grabbed my phone and immediately dialed Greg. He picked up after two rings. “I was wondering how long it’d take you to call.” I didn’t waste time. “Did you hear the news?” Greg chuckled. “I knew the news before the news knew.” I froze. “Damn, don’t tell me you were behind this.” There was a pau
Chapter 139: OliviaMIA A Month Later.Time didn’t erase the grief I felt, but it softened the pain a little. A few months had passed since my dad’s death and Smith Cole’s sentencing, and while the pain still lingered, life had started moving forward. Uncle Greg had stepped up as the CEO of Evans Group, and surprisingly, he was doing a damn good job. It wasn’t just about running the company; it was about maintaining what dad had built. With Marvin by his side, helping in ways none of us had expected, the company was thriving again. His kids, Derrick and Amanda, had finally settled into life in New York. Amanda was adjusting well to her new school, making friends and embracing the city. Derrick became quieter but sharp as ever, and had taken a liking to Marvin. Watching my brother interact with them, laughing and being… normal, gave me hope. Ava moved out of the city after Dad's funeral, she said this city reminded her of him and if she needed to move on, she had to leave.Aunt
Chapter 138: CampingETHANThe drive to the cemetery was silent. Mia stared out the window, her fingers playing with the hem of her sweater. I knew she was deep in thought, maybe even trying to find the right words to say when we got there. I reached over, placing my hand over hers. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to." She exhaled, nodding slightly but didn't look at me. When we arrived, she hesitated before stepping out of the car. The cemetery was quiet, the only sound being the rustling of leaves in the wind. I followed behind her, giving her space as she walked up to her father’s grave. She kneeled, tracing the name on the tombstone with her fingers. "Hi, Dad," she whispered. "It's been a while." I stayed back, leaning against the car, letting her have her moment. She wiped her eyes. "We won, you know. We got him. Smith Cole is going to rot in prison for the rest of his miserable life. Uncle Greg made sure of it." She let out a shaky breath. "But it d
Chapter 137: Together, We're strongerMIA"Mia, are you okay?" I heard as I woke up with a gasp, cold water dripping down my face. My heart pounded as my vision adjusted, and I saw Sophie kneeling beside me, her face filled with concern. I blinked rapidly, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. The last thing I remembered was seeing Ethan.Ethan, who was supposed to be dead, was standing in that courtroom. My chest tightened. Was I hallucinating? Was I losing my mind? “Thank goodness you're awake, you scared us Mia.” Aunt Cecilia exclaimed.I ignored her, “Wasn't that Ethan? I need to be sure, let's go back to the courtroom.”I struggled to get up and headed back into the courtroom, aunt Cecilia and Sophie behind me. Then I heard the judge’s voice. “In light of the overwhelming evidence presented to this court, Smith Cole is hereby sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.” My head snapped toward the judge’s bench. The courtroom was dead s
Chapter 136: Plea dealAUTHOR POVThe world around Smith Cole was crumbling. Politicians who once shook his hand in private meetings were now scrambling to erase any connection to him. Some fled the country entirely, disappearing into private jets with hastily packed bags, their families already on their way to safe havens overseas. George Ramsey, one of Smith’s closest allies, wiped the sweat off his brow as he rushed through a VIP airport terminal. “Where’s the damn pilot?” he snapped at his assistant, his hands trembling as he checked his watch. “He’s preparing the jet, sir. But…” “No buts! We need to be out of here in ten minutes!” The assistant hesitated. “Sir, the feds are looking into your accounts. If you leave now, it’ll…” “Shut up and do as you’re told!” George Ramsey barked before marching toward the boarding gate. Across the city, others were making similar escapes. Some tried bribing their way out of investigations, while others resigned from their governme
Chapter 135: Walk freeMARVIN EVANSMia wasn’t the same anymore. Since Dad’s funeral, she had withdrawn into herself, barely speaking, barely eating. I saw it in her eyes, the emptiness. She would sit for hours, staring at nothing, lost in a world none of us could reach. Sophie visited often, trying to get her to eat, to talk, to function. Sometimes, Mia responded with a weak smile or a nod, but most times, she just existed in silence. Greg’s kids were around too, trying to lighten the mood, but it was like talking to a ghost. I knew what she was feeling. I felt it too. Dad was gone, Murdered in cold blood and the bastard who did it was still out there. That changed the day Greg walked in. I was sitting in the living room, flipping through TV channels, not really watching, when Greg strode in with a determined look on his face. “I found him,” he announced. I turned off the TV. Sophie looked up from where she sat beside Mia. Even Mia’s blank expression shifted slightly.
Chapter 134: LawsuitSMITH COLEI had underestimated Greg Evans. That was my first mistake. I thought he’d come at me like a street thug, swinging wildly, making it easy for me to shut him down. But no—he was playing smart. Legal. And that was the kind of fight I wasn’t prepared for. One of my boys came running into my room interrupting my thoughts. “Boss, another club’s been shut down.” I glared at Marco, my patience wearing thin. “Which one?” “The one on the east side. The cops raided it last night, they said on suspicion of trafficking, illegal gambling, the whole damn list.” I exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of my desk. “And you’re telling me this now?” He hesitated. “Didn’t want to bring bad news first thing in the morning.” “Marco, you’re about to bring me bad news at your funeral if you don’t fix this.” I growled, staring daggers at him.I waved him off, already feeling the headache creeping in. My businesses were crumbling one after another. First, the cops hit m
Chapter 133: A ghostETHANI stood at the abandoned shipyard, waiting for Greg. The scent of salt and gasoline hitting my nostrils. The place was quiet except for the occasional creak of metal and the distant sound of waves crashing against the dock.I had chosen this spot for a reason, it was neutral ground, away from prying eyes and close to my hideout.The black SUV rolled to a stop a few feet away. The headlights cut through the darkness before shutting off. The door opened, and Greg Evans stepped out, his movements stiff and with caution. He scanned the area before his eyes locked onto me. Then, he froze. His body went rigid, his eyes wide with shock. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. He took a slow step forward, shaking his head. “No. No, this isn’t possible.” I smirked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Greg’s face twisted in disbelief. “You’re supposed to be dead.” “Yeah, well… I guess I’m not.” His fists clenched at his
Chapter 132: Conspiracy and racketeeringGREG EVANSThe funeral was over, but the fight had just begun. I sat in my office, staring at the wall of documents pinned up like a detective solving a crime. Because that’s exactly what I was doing—solving the crime of my brother’s murder. My anger hadn’t lessened since the day we buried John. If anything, it had grown into something cold. It was no longer just grief, it was revenge.If Smith Cole thought he could get away with this, that he could walk free after having my brother killed. Just because he had a few connections then he had another thing coming.He had no idea what he had just unleashed. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I went through another set of documents. These weren’t just business papers—they were evidence. The ones my boys brought in for me.Smith Cole’s entire operation was filth, built on money laundering, blackmail, and human trafficking. His corporation wasn’t just corrupt—it was a damn criminal emp