The morning sun trickled through the parted curtains, stirring from my slumber. A lingering chill danced down my spine, reminding me of what had transpired the night before. The sex between Sean and me had escalated to a fever pitch, leaving a bitter taste lingering in the recesses of my mouth. I dressed quickly in a sharp suit and made my way to Whitney Corporation. Someone had been siphoning money from my company and I had a deep urge that it was up to Sean’s father. That old scheming backstabbing two-timing son of a bitch. He was involved in Mira’s death instead of him to be admonishing his son for killing an innocent woman. The grandeur of the building loomed before me, a monument to the empire that Sean's father, Mr. Whitney, had meticulously crafted. The irony was not lost on me. This was my opportunity to salvage what remained of my company, ensure justice for Mira's tragic demise, and lay waste to his meticulously crafted bloody business.Striding through its doors and walk
Knocking on the door, I was greeted by the warm embrace of my mother, her eyes looking concerned."Carmen, my dear, what brings you here?" she asked.I smiled, enveloped by the familiarity of her presence. "I just wanted to check in on you, Mom. Make sure you're doing alright."Her eyes softened, a small smile at the tiny wrinkled corners of her lips. She was getting old at 60. Shame all those Botox injections and treatments had a limit. "I'm fine, Carmen. Just worried about you, that's all."I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "Don't worry about me, Mom. I'm stronger than you think."Her smile widened, a glimmer of pride shining in her eyes."I know, Carmen. You've always had a fire in you. Just promise me you'll be careful, alright?"I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I promise, Mom.”As Marcus and I stood in my mother's living room, the weight of his question hung heavy in the air. Had I forgiven her for orchestrating my marriage to Sean under prete
Sean sat in his car, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. The events of the day had left him feeling unsettled, his thoughts consumed by the woman he called his wife.Carmen.The name echoed in his mind like a haunting melody, He couldn't shake the feeling that Carmen was using him, manipulating him for her pleasure.He drove through the city streets, his gaze flickered to the rearview mirror, catching sight of his reflection. His features were drawn and haggard, the lines of worry etched into his face like scars. He felt a pang of regret as he thought of Mira, of the woman he had once loved with all his heart.Pulling into the driveway of their home, he stepped out of the car and entered the house. The familiar scent of Carmen's perfume. He found her in the living room, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she held out a sleek black box."Sean," she said, her voice soft and inviting. "I bought something for us."My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight of the bondage
I stepped into the boardroom of Whitney Corporation.This was it—the moment I had been preparing for, the moment where I would assert my dominance and take control of the company that had once belonged to my father-in-law, Mr. Whitney, the rat, first of his name, the man who had manipulated and deceived me for far too long.With each confident stride, I felt the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders. I was no longer the naive young woman who had been manipulated into marriage. I was Carmen Whitney, first of her name, a force to be reckoned with, a woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.I took my seat at the head of the table, and the other board members looked at me curiously. They knew that change was coming, that the days of Mr. Whitney's iron-fisted rule were numbered. And they were right to be afraid, for I had no intention of playing by his rules any longer."Good morning, everyone," I began. "As you all know, there have been some significant changes w
I groaned as the shrill ringtone of my phone pierced through my sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I fumbled for the device on the bedside table. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw it was my father calling. My heart skipped a beat, wondering what could be so urgent for him to call me at this hour."Hello?" I answered, my voice rough with sleep."Sean, it's your father," came the voice on the other end of the line, sounding grave."Dad? What's wrong?" I asked, instantly alert."I need you to come home right away, son. There's something we need to discuss," he replied, his tone serious.My heart sank at his words. Whatever it was, it sounded serious. With a sense of dread gnawing at my gut, I quickly got dressed and made my way to my parents' house.When I arrived, I found my father pacing back and forth in the living room, his expression tense. He looked up as I entered, his eyes weary."Sean, sit down," he said, gesturing to the couch.I obliged, feeling uneasy. "What's going on, Dad? Why did you
After leaving my parents' house, I felt like I needed some fresh air, and some space to clear my head. I found myself wandering the familiar streets of my hometown, the memories of my childhood flooding back. Eventually, I ended up at a small bar on the corner of 5th Street, a place I used to frequent with my friends back in high school.I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The bar was filled with the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke, the jukebox playing some old classic rock tune in the corner. I made my way to the counter and took a seat on one of the rickety barstools.The bartender, a grizzled old man with a bushy beard, looked up as I approached. "What can I get ya, kid?" he asked, wiping down a glass with a rag."Just a beer, thanks," I replied, my voice sounding tired even to my ears.I waited for my drink, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts list, eventually landing on Jake's name. I dialed his number and waited for him to pick me up."Hey, Sean
I stepped through the door of our house, exhausted. It had been a long day at the office, dealing with endless meetings and putting out fires left and right. All I wanted was to collapse onto the couch and forget about the world for a while.But as soon as I entered the living room, I froze in shock at the sight before me. The room was in shambles, clothes, and shoes strewn everywhere as a tornado had torn through the house. My heart raced as I took in the chaos, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of my stomach."What the hell?" I muttered under my breath, my mind racing to make sense of the scene before me. It was clear that someone had been here, someone who had torn through my belongings with reckless abandon. But who?Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Sean. It had to be Sean. Who else would be petty and childish enough to trash our home like this?Anger boiled up inside me like a raging inferno as I stormed through the house, my footsteps echoing off the walls. I had let Se
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the doorbell ringing. Rubbing my eyes, I stumbled out of bed and made my way downstairs, wondering who could be calling at this hour.When I opened the door, I was surprised to see my father standing there, accompanied by a team of cleaners."Morning, son," my father said, his tone casual. "I thought I'd come over and help you clean up the mess you made last night."My eyes widened in shock as I took in the scene before me. My father had hired cleaners to tidy up the house after my outburst. I felt anger bubbling up inside me."Dad, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice tight.His father sighed, looking tired. "I know you're upset, but we can't just leave the house like this. We need to clean up the mess before it gets any worse."I shook my head, feeling a sense of betrayal. "But Dad, she's the one who started all of this. She's the one who drove me to this point. Why are you giving in to her demands?"His father's expression softened
The ride to the hospital was a blur, the sirens wailing above the frantic sounds of the medics working to stabilize me. Carmen stayed by my side the entire time, refusing to let go even as they rushed me into the emergency room. I could see the worry in her eyes, the exhaustion and pain etched into her face, but she didn’t waver.As the doctors took over, everything went dark. The last thing I felt was the warmth of Carmen’s hand in mine, her voice pleading with me to stay, to survive.When I awoke, the world was quiet. The pain was still there, a dull ache in my abdomen, but it was manageable. I blinked, trying to adjust to the bright lights of the hospital room. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils, and the steady beep of monitors was the only sound.Carmen was there, sitting in a chair beside my bed, her hand still holding mine. Her eyes were closed, her head resting on the edge of the bed, as if she hadn’t left my side since we arrived. She looked exhausted, but even
Fiona’s smile twisted into something cruel. “You really thought I’d make this easy for you? No, Sean, I’m going to keep her a little longer. Just until I’m sure everything is as it should be.”Panic flared inside me. This wasn’t the plan. If Fiona didn’t release Carmen today, I didn’t know how much longer we could keep up this charade. But before I could say anything more, Fiona’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at it, her smile faltering as she read something on the screen. Her eyes snapped back to me, narrowing with suspicion.“These documents… they’re fake, aren’t they?” she hissed, her voice filled with venom.I didn’t respond. There was nothing I could say to convince her otherwise. The truth was out, and I could see the rage building in her eyes.“You thought you could trick me, Sean? You’re going to regret this. I was going to let Carmen live, but now… now I’m going to make you watch as I finish her off.”Before I could react, she yanked Evie toward her, dragging my dau
The morning light streamed through the windows, but I felt no warmth. After the call with Fiona, I was haunted by a sense of impending doom, the silence of the house was oppressive. Every second that passed was another second Carmen was in danger. I couldn't let Fiona get away with this, but I also couldn't act recklessly and put Carmen's life at even greater risk.I decided to contact the police. It was a calculated risk, but I had to try. I couldn't fight this battle alone. The officers I met with were seasoned professionals who assured me that they would handle the situation delicately, coordinating with specialists to ensure Carmen’s safety.But Fiona was one step ahead.Later that afternoon, my phone buzzed again. This time, it was a message. No words, just a video. My heart plummeted as I opened the file.The video was shaky, the lighting dim, but it was unmistakably Carmen. She was tied to a chair, her face pale and streaked with blood and dirt. Her breathing was shallow, her e
The house was dark, the only light coming from the dim glow of the television that I wasn't watching. My mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of Carmen and the bleak future that seemed to stretch endlessly before me. The letter she had sent replayed in my mind over and over.The shrill ring of my phone jolted me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen, not recognizing the number. For a moment, I considered letting it go to voicemail, but something compelled me to pick up."Hello?" I answered, my voice rough with fatigue and stress.There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a low, familiar laugh that sent a chill down my spine."Hello, Sean. Long time no speak."I froze, the voice instantly recognizable. Fiona."What do you want, Fiona?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart was racing. The last thing I needed right now was to deal with her.“Oh, Sean,” she purred, her voice dripping with malicious satisfaction, “I think you know exactly what I
The next morning, I awoke to an eerie silence in the house. It was the kind of quiet that usually followed a storm, but this time, the storm was just beginning. Carmen was already up, pacing in the living room with her phone clutched in her hand, her face pale and her eyes wide with disbelief."Carmen, what's wrong?" I asked, moving toward her, my heart sinking as I noticed the way her hands were trembling.She looked up at me in despair. "Sean, did you see the news? Did you see what they’ve said about me?"I shook my head, reaching out to take her phone. The headline on the screen made my blood run cold:“Exclusive: Carmen Whitney's Secret Battle with Infertility”The article went on to detail private and intimate struggles that Carmen and I had faced together, revealing her infertility to the world. It was a cruel invasion of our privacy, exposing something that we had only ever discussed in the safety of our home. The words were harsh, blaming her barrenness as the root cause of ta
The morning after the vow renewal ceremony, the house was filled with a peaceful silence, the kind that follows a night of joy and celebration. Carmen was still asleep, her face relaxed and content, and Lily was cuddled up with her stuffed animals. Everything seemed perfect, as if nothing could disrupt the happiness we had built.But life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it.I was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, when my phone buzzed with a notification. I glanced at the screen, expecting it to be a message from a friend or perhaps Evelyn, thanking us for the wonderful event. Instead, it was a news alert.“Billionaire Sean Whitney Accused of Murdering ExWife, Mira.”My heart stopped. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The words on the screen blurred as panic surged through me. I quickly clicked on the link, my hands trembling, as I read the full article.“Sean Whitney, the billionaire entrepreneur known for his successful business empire, is facing shocking allegat
Once Fiona had packed her bags, she stood by the door, looking around the house one last time. Her eyes landed on Lily’s toys scattered across the living room floor, and a fresh wave of tears welled up in her eyes.“Goodbye, Fiona,” Carmen said softly, stepping forward to give her a gentle hug. “I hope you find the help you need.”“Thank you, Carmen. For everything,” Fiona replied, her voice thick with so much emotion.I walked Fiona to the car, feeling the tension in the air as we made our way to her temporary destination. She had decided to stay with a friend until she could find a more permanent solution, and I hoped it would give her the space she needed to begin healing.When we arrived at her friend’s house, I helped her carry her bags to the door. Fiona turned to me, her eyes pleading. “Please tell Lily I love her. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”“I’ll tell her,” I promised, my heart aching. “But you need to focus on getting better. That’s the only way you’ll ever have a chance
The sun streamed through the windows, a warm glow over the living room. The air was filled with laughter. Lily had set up a pretend tea party in the middle of the floor, her stuffed animals arranged in a circle with Fiona and Carmen sitting beside her.“Here’s your tea, Mr. Bear,” Lily said, pouring imaginary tea into a tiny plastic cup. “And some cookies for you, Miss Bunny.”Fiona watched Lily with a gentle smile, her eyes following every move as she helped pour more imaginary tea. Watching them play, I felt a sense of peace. Fiona seemed to be adjusting well, and Lily was overjoyed to have her mom close.Carmen caught my eye, and we shared a smile. It seemed like things were finally falling into place. Fiona was attending her therapy sessions and working part-time at the local bookstore. Her energy was positive, and she seemed genuinely committed to making things work this time.“Would you like some tea, Daddy?” Lily asked, looking up at me with her big, bright eyes.“Of course, I’
When we arrived at her apartment building, the lights were off. I knocked on the door, hoping to hear her voice from inside. But there was nothing. I tried calling again, but the call went straight to voicemail.“Sean, maybe she’s just sleeping,” Carmen suggested, trying to reassure me. But I could hear the hesistation in her voice.“Maybe,” I replied, though I didn’t quite believe it myself.Just as we were about to leave, the door to the neighboring apartment opened, and an elderly woman peered out.“Are you looking for Fiona?” she asked, her voice curious.“Yes, we are. Have you seen her tonight?” I asked, hoping for some clue.The woman shook her head. “I heard her leave earlier, but she hasn’t come back. I thought it was strange since she usually comes back by now.”A cold knot tightened in my stomach. Fiona was out there somewhere, and we had no idea where or in what condition.Carmen and I decided to check a few of Fiona’s usual haunts—the places she might go when she needed to