Laura I was hugging my daughter and wishing her a great day back to school. “You heard what I said, right? Anything you need, don't hesitate to call me or your dad,” I told her while stroking her hair. She nodded. “Okay, mom. I’ll call you anything,” she replied with a smile. I left a warm kiss
I still remembered when I started working with my old partner, the late Richard Carter, and then I met that whole team and I also met her, so she got to know my daughter from that time when Annie was still a baby. Her concern was understandable because years had passed and despite everything that ha
Annie As soon as we arrived at the school door, my Mom gave me a hug so nice that it made me lose the desire to leave her. “Have a great day at school, my dear,” she said. “Anything you need, don’t hesitate to call me or your dad, and we’ll come running, okay?” She held my face with her hands, lo
Annie “We waited for you, Annie,” Abby said in a sullen voice. At that moment, she, Caleb and I were sitting on benches in the school yard. Classes hadn't started yet that day, and even if they did, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the activities without talking to those two first. I mean, wh
Laura “Excuse me, Mrs. Davies. You have a call,” Zoey, my secretary, said on the other end of the intercom. “Really?” I asked in surprise. “Send it to me, please.” “Alright,” the girl replied. It was almost the end of work that day; in a little while I was leaving the office to go home. Annie h
Laura “Girls, I'm not going to lie, I miss my husband so much!” Ava cried. We were still having our girls' night, drinking and having fun while talking. Ava's husband was spending time at one of the branches of the Davies company, located somewhere in Pretoria, which is why she missed her husband b
Jason “Has she been in her room since she got back from school?” I asked my boys as I looked towards the stairs. “Yes, that’s right,” Stephen replied. “She said she had a lot of material to catch up on.” I had my hands on my hips as I looked in that direction, trying to figure out if it would be
Jason “Are you going to use the jiu-jitsu moves you’ve been learning, dad?” Stephen was asking from the backseat as they and I headed towards the location where Laura was. “Ah, I'm going to use a lot more than just Jiu-jitsu moves, boy. Make sure of it,” I said as I drove. Apparently, Laura had
Jason POV Frustration bubbled inside me like a cauldron about to overflow. Laura's words echoed in my head, over and over, like a scratched record. "Zoey needs to be kept under control." What the hell! As if I were some kind of puppeteer, pulling the strings of a girl I barely knew. I wasn't being
Lindsay POV Nowadays Arriving home after an unhealthy day at Hextec was like a relief, a refreshment for the soul. I knew I needed some time away from Gideon, especially after yesterday, when I gave in to his charms. That was a mistake, and I couldn't let it happen again. I had to be firm becaus
Lindsay POV I was finishing packing my things in that room that had been ours for so many years when Gideon walked in. The air between us was heavy with sadness, the silence of those final moments almost tangible. We were already divorced, and each movement, each packed box, was like a reminder of
Lindsay POV After the meeting with Laura, I knew I had to head straight to the Bathory mansion to confront Gideon. The weight of the decision I was about to make was immense, but it was clear in my mind: I needed to do this, for me and for Wyatt. When I arrived at the mansion, I was greeted by Ma
Lindsay POV I was nervous as I made my way to the fancy London restaurant where I had arranged to meet Laura. The last time I saw her, I had yelled at her, letting out all the frustration and pain I felt due to Gideon's obsession with her. Now, as I walked through the streets of London, I knew I n
Lindsay POV The sun had barely begun to rise when I heard the knock at my hotel room door. I wasn't expecting anyone, especially not him. My heart jumped, a mix of fear and anger spreading through my veins. I knew it was Gideon even before opening the door. There he stood, with an expression that
Gideon POV I was sitting in the mansion's living room, head bowed, my thoughts devouring me like a storm. Lindsay had left, leaving behind an echo of our fight, a void that seemed to swallow the soul of the house. It was all my fault; I knew it with every fiber of my being. My thoughts spun uncontr
A thread of tears ran down my face; I hated feeling so weak. “I don't need your money, Gideon,” I mumbled. “I don't need anything from you; I'm just going to take my son and leave here." He was silent for a few seconds. Then, the coldness in his eyes gave way to something darker, something more thr
Lindsay POV I was crying so much that I could barely breathe properly. My quick steps echoed through the mansion, that immense, cold place that for seven years I tried to call home. Everything there seemed oppressive: the ostentatious chandeliers, the immaculate furniture, the walls covered with a