Gideon Bathory The golf course in Manhattan was more than a place for sports. It was a symbol of exclusivity, power and, above all, wealth. Even though I was used to places like that, I couldn't help but notice how surreal the environment was. The impeccable grass looked like a living carpet, the a
Gideon Bathory I should have known that asking Jason for help was a colossal mistake. He never liked me, and maybe he had his reasons. Our past is a minefield, full of resentments and unresolved disputes. Jason always saw me as a threat, even in times when our lives didn't intersect so much. So wh
Laura My husband had left early today to go play golf; you were sleeping late because I had a headache from having drunk myself yesterday. Jason had talked to me and asked me why I hadn't told him that I was going to be late and that I was going out with the girls for a girls' night. I had actually
Lindsay I didn't know what to expect when I heard Matthew call me from the living room. His voice had a casual tone, but something about it seemed different, like he was trying to hide a tension he couldn't hide. When I turned down the hall and saw Gideon standing in the doorway with a bouquet of r
Zoey Lee I was in the office, typing some reports on the computer, but my eyes couldn't help but get lost in Laura's flawless figure. She was the kind of woman who looked like she came out of an old movie — elegant, refined, with that touch of sophistication that only “old money” people have. Hair
Zoey Lee The next day, I woke up to the alarm waking me from a restless sleep. I've always been good at separating personal and professional life, but lately, I felt like something was pulling me in conflicting directions. I quickly made my coffee, put on some simple but tidy clothes, and left the
Zoey Lee I never imagined that a simple day at work could turn into such embarrassing chaos. When I decided to use the bathroom, I just wanted a few minutes to breathe, away from the frenzy of the office. But upon leaving the cabin, everything fell apart. Jason Davies was there. Yes, himself,
Lindsay Night fell heavily upon me, but it did not bring the relief I had hoped for. The sound of the phone vibrating on my coffee table snapped me out of the chaotic mind I was lost in. I knew who it was, but I still looked at the display with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Max. I took a deep
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