GIDEON'S POVI walked into the hospital, my heart racing after the meeting with Amethyst. I never thought someone could have such an effect on me. Her aura was overwhelming, and I found myself completely captivated by her presence. The way she commanded the room made me feel like a mere puppet, and I hated it. I was supposed to be in control—especially now, with Alexa lying in that hospital bed.I knew I had to confront Amethyst. She’d made it clear that if I didn’t meet her demands, she’d withdraw her investments from my company. The thought of losing everything I worked for was suffocating, but so was the reality of leaving my wife alone in the hospital while I bowed to someone else’s will.As I stepped into Alexa’s room, I was hit by a wave of guilt. She looked at me with that mix of hurt and frustration that made my chest tighten. “Where have you been? Amethyst? Right?” she asked, her voice shaky.“Yes I had to meet Amethyst,” I replied, frustration creeping into my tone. “She’s t
Just as I was starting to gather my thoughts, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. Mr. Sanchez’s name lit up, and my stomach dropped. It was too early for good news.“Gideon,” Mr. Sanchez’s voice came through, shaky and filled with emotion. “We’ve been arrested. They’ve got us locked up here, and we need your help.”I stopped in my tracks, the world around me blurring. “What? What happened?” My heart raced, images of the Sanchez family flashed in my mind—hardworking, kind, always supportive of Alexa and me.“It’s Amethyst. She’s behind this,” he said, despair lacing his words. “You have to believe me. She framed us, Gideon. She’s using us to get to you.”I felt the weight of his words settle like a heavy stone in my stomach. “I’ll be there,” I promised, a sense of urgency flooding through me.I turned on my heel and sprinted back toward the house, adrenaline pumping. As I burst through the door, I found Alexa still in the kitchen, her back turned to m
GIDEON'S POVAs I arrived at the police station, determination surged within me. I had to confront Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez about their past and Amethyst’s claims. The truth was the only way to fight for them—and for Alexa.After checking in with the receptionist, I made my way to the visitation area. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a stark glow on the faces of the Sanchez family. I spotted Alexa sitting across from her parents, concern etched on her features as they whispered urgently to one another.“Gideon!” she called out, relief flooding her eyes as I approached. “I was hoping you’d come.”“I need to talk to your parents,” I said, my gaze shifting to Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez. “It’s important.”“Just be careful,” she warned, her voice steady but laced with an unspoken weight.I approached the table, locking eyes with Mr. Sanchez. “I need the truth,” I said firmly. “Did you kill Amethyst’s biological mother? Are you really her parents?”Their faces shifted instantly, shock
Cool evening air slapped me across the face as I stepped out of the police station, jolting me out of the haze of the past few hours. I paused, letting the weight of everything settle upon me, before I made my way to my car. With each step, uncertainty weighted my feet, and Alexa's confrontation replayed like a haunting melody that couldn't be shaken off my mind.Once I got into the car, I shut the door. It echoed in the silence of the night as I searched for my keys in my bag with a nervous heart as I started the engine and left the parking lot. The streetlights glimmered with flickering lights on the passing streets; I hardly noticed most of it because I was dazed."What have I gotten myself into?" I groaned, clutching the steering wheel.Amethyst's pain hung in my mind, like a web of lies those who were supposed to care for her had spun around me. I was stuck, torn between two women who deserved my attention but pulled me in different directions.I drove past the park where childre
AMETHYST POVVictoria leaned against my office door, arms crossed and eyebrows arched in curiosity. “So, how’s your heart in all this dating Nicolai? You’ve got a deal to marry him, right?” Her question pulled me from my thoughts, where I’d been grappling with my feelings and the tangled web of my past.I took a deep breath. "I love everything that Nicolai has done for me, but I am just not ready to get married yet," I said squarely."He can wait for me. My priority is still Gideon and Alexa. I have undone business that needs to be resolved first." I glanced at the framed photo of my mom on my desk, reminding me why I was inspired to seek justice.Victoria drew closer, with a worried expression on her face."You mean your ex-husband and your sister? I thought that you had some closure after the Sanchez couple got arrested."."Closure, yes, but it's not enough," I shot back, my voice laced with frustration."Justice was served for my mother, but I still have this burning need to make G
The crisp night air surrounded me with quiet, humming city sounds as I drove myself to Wild Flower Eats. I slid into the leather coolness of my car and the lavender clung in the air when I turned the engine on. Bathed in the soft lights of streetlights that glistened across the dark expanse of the roads, streets seemed to promise in low whispers something new. Part of me, maybe the smallest part, wondered if this was the night; if this was the night when I let go of all the chains I'd built to lock myself in.I was driving across the city streets; with the windows open, night breeze was sweeping into my windows, and my fingers would go tapping on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that seemed to dance in rhythm with my mind. I did not even know what was happening between us—was it something beyond attraction? Or was it just a desperate cling for a semblance of normalcy in the chaos that made up my life?I realized for the first time in a while, Nicolai made me feel safe at lea
"Well…"I threw the words into the night air, though not exactly sure what I meant by it. It was a pretty feeble attempt at a wrap-up, but Nicolai was standing too close to me and I wasn't sure that I wanted it to end.He didn't back down-he just stood there staring at me; his eyes fixed and steady, as if to say more, to say more to me.I finally exhaled, trying to soothe the inexplicable tension that had arisen in the pit of my stomach. "Guess this is where we say goodbye, huh?His lips curled up a little, but the smile was softer than I'd expected. "Well, I guess so," he said low, with that hint of something more—something I couldn't quite name but felt all the same.For just a moment, we simply sit. I look down. Circles thoughts spinning round inside my head. Not being good at this one by a long shot; however, there's something I catch in Nicolai's eyes that makes me know he isn't ready yet, either.“I'll walk you to your car,” he said suddenly, his voice soft yet firm, as if a dec
I walked towards the gate, my heart hammering as the stranger’s hand gripped Marta's arm, pulling her toward him. She didn’t seem to resist, but the way her eyes flickered nervously told me everything I needed to know. Without thinking, I stepped outside, my voice sharp and commanding.“Stop! Who are you, and what do you want with her?”The man paused, looking over at me, eyes narrowing in recognition. "She's my wife," he said, his tone defensive, almost pleading. "I just need to talk to her. I’m trying to make things right... I want her back."My eyes shot to Marta—her face a mix of pain and disgust, her posture stiff with discomfort. She didn’t want him near her, didn’t want to speak to him. I could see it in the way she pulled away, avoiding his touch. The anger rose inside me like fire.“You have no right to touch her,” I snapped. “Leave her alone, or I’ll call the police.”The man hesitated, then reluctantly let go of Marta’s arm and backed away, muttering under his breath before
The wedding day began with a haze of tension and forced smiles. Amethyst's heart hammered in her chest as she sat in the limousine, the fabric of her wedding gown pooling around her. The air felt stifling despite the car's air conditioning, and every passing moment seemed to pull her further into Nicolai’s trap.Her phone buzzed. The screen flashed with a breaking news alert, the banner at the bottom reading:"LIVE: BOMB THREAT REPORTED AT AMADEUS ENTERPRISES BUILDING."Her breath caught in her throat. The screen displayed shaky footage of employees evacuating the building. Police cars were parked outside, their lights casting ominous flashes of red and blue. Amid the chaos, the camera zoomed in on a familiar figure entering the building: Gideon Grayson.Amethyst's pulse raced as fear clawed its way up her throat. Gideon was going into the building—a bomb-rigged building—and she was on her way to a farce of a wedding."No!" she whispered, clutching the phone tightly. Panic surged as s
Nicolai's words echoed in my mind like a constant drumbeat, each syllable reminding me of the precarious position I was in. The bomb, the ring, the wedding—everything felt like a twisted game he was playing with me, and I was caught in the middle. But beneath it all, a fire still burned in me, refusing to be extinguished.As Nicolai went on, detailing every intricate aspect of the wedding plans, I forced myself to focus. His voice became a hum in the background as my thoughts began to shift inward. I couldn't let him think he'd won. Not yet.He paused, waiting for me to respond to something he had said. I snapped back to reality. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, feigning distraction.He frowned, his sharp gaze assessing me. "Are you even listening, Amethyst?" His tone was suddenly colder, suspicion creeping into his voice."Of course," I replied, offering a strained smile. "I just... I'm trying to imagine everything. It sounds perfect." The words felt like acid on my tongue, but I forced t
Nicolai’s smirk returned, but it was tinged with something cruel, something that made the air in the room feel heavier. He moved closer, his presence suffocating, until he stood mere inches from me. “You still think this is a negotiation, don’t you?” he said, his voice low and mocking. “That you have some kind of choice. But let me show you just how wrong you are.”Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the center of the room. I stumbled, barely catching myself as he dragged me to a small table I hadn’t noticed before. On it sat a sleek black device—unassuming at first glance, but the red light blinking steadily on its surface told me it was anything but ordinary.My blood ran cold.“What... what is that?” I asked, my voice faltering for the first time.Nicolai’s smile widened, predatory and triumphant. “This,” he said, gesturing to the device, “is the key to your compliance.”He pressed a button on the side, and a small screen lit up, displaying a digital map
The sharp sting in my wrist reverberated as I clutched it to my chest, glaring up at Nicolai. His smirk was infuriating, and his dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. But I wasn't going to let him see my fear—not again."You’re wrong," I spat, my voice steady despite the tremor threatening to break through. "I’m not yours. Not anymore."He leaned in, so close I could feel his breath against my face. "You’ll realize soon enough, Amethyst. You belong to me. Always have. Always will." His tone was low, almost a whisper, but the venom in his words was unmistakable.The car jolted as it turned sharply, and I used the momentary imbalance to push against him with all my strength. Nicolai stumbled back slightly, his grip loosening just enough for me to lunge for the door handle. My heart raced as I yanked at it, desperate for an escape, but it didn’t budge. Child locks. Of course."You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?" Nicolai taunted, his voice calm despite the chaos in the confi
The sharp pressure of Nicolai's hand around my waist was suffocating, as though his grip was the only thing holding me to the world. I felt the panic clawing at my chest, but I forced myself to breathe steadily. There had to be a way out. I couldn’t let him drag me back into his hell.As we stood there in the middle of my office, the sound of footsteps echoed faintly outside, but no one seemed to notice the tension thickening the air. Nicolai’s eyes locked onto mine with that same unsettling intensity, the familiar mixture of possessiveness and danger swirling in his gaze."You’re not going anywhere," he growled, his voice dangerously soft. "I’ve already taken care of the people outside. No one will know you’re missing. Not until I’m ready for them to."A cold shiver ran down my spine. How did he do this? How did he always manage to control every situation, every person around him? I could feel the anger and helplessness bubbling within me, but I needed to think. I couldn’t just let h
I gripped the phone tighter, my pulse racing as Nicolai's words echoed in my ears. "You think you can walk away from me? From us? You think you can just erase everything we've been through? No, Amethyst, you're not done until I say you are."I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I don't owe you anything anymore, Nicolai. You had your chance, and you lost me. This is over."There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I thought the call had ended. But then Nicolai's voice returned, low and dangerous."You don't get to decide that, Amethyst. You're mine. And I'll remind you just how much you're mine."The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as though he was already close, watching, waiting. I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination, but I could have sworn I heard the faintest rustle on the other side of the phone, like the sound of a door opening.Before I could respond, the call a
Days passed, each one slipping by in a blur of activity and emotions I couldn’t seem to shake. It was as though the weight of the past hung over me, suffocating at times, but the presence of Gideon beside me provided a semblance of stability.Yet even his reassuring presence couldn’t erase the constant unease gnawing at the edges of my thoughts. Nicolai’s shadow still loomed large in my life, and I knew that my decision to walk away from him hadn’t gone unnoticed. I spent those days trying to ignore the anxiety that tugged at my heart, trying to convince myself that everything was fine, that the past was behind me. But the reality of what I’d left behind was too real to ignore. Nicolai wasn’t the kind of man who let people walk away from him without consequences.I was standing on the balcony one evening, the cool breeze brushing my face, when Victoria—my ever-vigilant assistant and best friend—came to join me. Her face was etched with concern, and she didn’t need to ask to know what
The following days felt like a delicate dance—one where I was constantly aware of the fragile balance between what I wanted to believe and the lingering doubts that gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. Each moment with Gideon felt like a small victory, but the weight of Nicolai’s threat still loomed over us, unspoken yet present in the quiet spaces between our words.Gideon’s presence grounded me, and I found myself leaning on him more than I thought I ever would. But beneath the comfort, I couldn’t shake the nagging fear that Nicolai was still out there, a shadow hanging over everything, threatening to destroy it all. Nicolai wasn’t a man who took kindly to betrayal or failure. The moment I’d left him, the moment I’d walked away, I knew he wouldn’t just let it go. I wasn’t sure how, but I knew that he would find a way to make me pay.On one particularly cold evening, as the sun dipped low and the sky bled into hues of purple and gold, I found myself once again on the balcony, wrapped
The days that followed were a delicate balance of old habits and new emotions, a quiet dance between familiarity and the tentative trust that had begun to grow between us. Gideon’s presence was steady, unassuming, yet it grounded me in ways I hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just the words he’d spoken or the kiss we’d shared—it was the way he existed in my space without demanding anything more than what I could give.Still, my mind raced when I was alone, questions swirling in the silence of the night. Could I really let my guard down? Could I trust someone again, after everything that had happened? The answers weren’t clear, but I found myself drawn to him in ways that scared and soothed me all at once.On a brisk evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in shades of amber and violet, I found myself on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket. The cool air nipped at my skin, but it was refreshing, a reminder that the world kept moving forward no matter how tangled my thoug