SebastainI sit in my office, leaning back in my chair, the city skyline sprawling out in front of me through the floor-to-ceiling windows.The room is quiet, but my thoughts are anything but calm. My fingers drum against the polished wood of my desk as I replay yesterday's events in my mind.I can’t help but smile, a small, almost triumphant curve of my lips.My plan is falling together perfectly.It’s almost laughable how easy it was to get Christopher out of the picture, at least temporarily.One strategic phone call to a friend—a perfect fake investor—a perfectly timed opportunity dangled in front of him like bait, and he was gone.Off to New York, chasing what he thinks is the deal of a lifetime.“Fool,” I mutter to myself.But my thoughts drift from Christopher almost immediately.Yesterday.Elizabeth.My God, I can still feel the taste of her lips on mine, the gentleness of her touch, and the way her breath hitched when I pulled her close.It wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
ElizabethI stand in front of the mirror, carefully dragging the eyeliner pencil along my lash line.I let out a soft giggle.Why am I so excited? I quietly ask myself.My hand trembles slightly, but I steady it.It’s been so long since I’ve done this—applied my makeup with this much care. Since I applied my make excited to go somewhere, not to cover up my bruises. The soft golden light from the vanity bathes my reflection, making my pale skin glow. I press my lips together to smooth out the crimson lipstick, tilting my head to examine my work.I look... different. It’s strange, almost foreign, but tonight I feel the need to see myself this way. I don’t know if it’s for Sebastian or for me.The faint scent of my perfume lingers in the air.It reminds me of who I used to be before Christopher—before his words, his fists, and his suffocating control stripped me down to something small, something invisible.The house is so quiet. Too quiet. My chest tightens as my thoughts shift to Edwar
SebastianI watch her walk toward me, each step deliberate and careful, as if she’s afraid she might shatter under the weight of her own decision.Elizabeth’s green dress clings to her figure, the slit teasing the length of her legs with every movement. The faint glow of the porch light dances across her skin, and I catch myself staring longer than I should.I wasn’t expecting her to say yes.When I asked her to dinner, I thought she’d hesitate, maybe deflect or make an excuse. But she surprised me, her soft “yes” echoing in my mind since the moment it left her lips. Now she’s here, her delicate beauty tugging at something I swore I’d buried a long time ago.I have no room for feelings, just vengeance. Vengeance for the man who killed my daughter's mother. My wife, my love.This wasn’t supposed to happen. Elizabeth wasn’t supposed to affect me like this.She’s just a pawn in a game that’s been years in the making.Tonight is about delivering the first blow, shaking Christopher’s world
ElizabethI can feel the weight of the decision I have just made.I look into Sebastine's desire, written all over.The warmth of his body is drawing me in. I can feel Sebastian's hand on my back, unzipping my dress. This time I am a willing participant, and I want him.Sebastine's hands explore me, touching me like I am something precious, something breakable. I let out a soft moan, grabbing his hair and pushing his head to my neck.His lips devour my skin, and without warning, I feel his hands on my thighs. Sebastian sets me down on the carpeted grass gently. I reach for him, planting my lips on his, ready for any consequences that follow.“Are you sure you want this?” Sebastian asks breathily...“I want you, Sebastine.”He smiles, quickly taking off his coat.I reach for him and place my hands around his neck. I pull him closer and let my hand explore him. Rubbing his hairy chest, I can feel him untie the straps to my dress. His mouth finding its way to my neck. He raises his hands
SebastianThe grass beneath me is damp and cold, a sharp contrast to the heat that clings to my skin.Sweat trickles down my temple, underneath me, but I hardly notice.The night is quiet except for the sound of her breathing, unsteady, like the rhythm of my own heart. Elizabeth lays a few feet away, her hands drawn to her chest, as if shielding herself from the world. Her eyes are fixed on the dark sky, but I can see the torment swirling in them.And God, I can feel my own.The weight of it sits heavy in my chest, a piercing ache that spreads with every second I stare at her. Tonight was supposed to be a turning point.And it is, just not the one I had expected, though.Everything had been set, every piece meticulously placed on the board. I was so close—so damn close—to delivering the first blow to Christopher.days of planning, scheming, and waiting, and all I had to do was to show up with, get a few pictures taken, and tomorrow, it would have been all over the papers. One command,
ElizabethI feel lighter today. Giddy, even.As I walk around the house, there’s a spring in my step I haven’t felt in years. I can’t explain it fully, but it feels like hope—new, fragile hope, bubbling up inside me and giving me strength.For the first time in forever, I’ve made up my mind. I’m leaving Christopher. There will be no more manipulations, no more playing dirty games. I simply need to be smarter.My fingers tremble as I sit in front of the vanity, brushing a layer of blush across my cheekbones. Last night I was reborn.My reflection looks back at me, and for once, I recognise the woman staring back. I’m not just Christopher Bell’s wife anymore. I’m Elizabeth—a woman who deserves more, who *will* have more. I swipe mascara onto my lashes, the dark pigment making my brown eyes look sharper, more alive. I smile, and it feels real. I’m ready.Today, I have so many plans. So many things to do. Chief among them is seeing my son. Edward. My heart aches at the thought of him, his
ElizabethI sit in my car, staring at the house that was once my happy place. It looms in front of me, large and cold, like a reminder of how shitty my life has become.The thought of going inside makes me sick to my stomach. My fingers grip the steering wheel tightly as if holding on to it will somehow stop the ache spreading through my chest.Celia’s voice plays in my head, her cruel words looping over and over. What did you think would happen after you lost all those pregnancies?I clench my jaw, swallowing hard.How did I let it get this far?How desperate I must be to endure years of insults from Christopher and his family. The audacity that man has—to take Edward without even telling me. “He has no right,” I whisper to myself, shaking my head in disbelief.Taking a deep breath, I force myself to move.My legs feel like lead as I drag myself out of the car and up the steps to the front door.My hand hesitates on the handle before I finally push it open. The quiet hum of the house
SebastianThe scent of Elizabeth still clings to me. I can’t get her out of my head.It’s been two days since we were together under the stars, two days since I touched her soft skin, kissed her, and held her like she was the only thing that mattered.Her smell, her taste, the feel of her—it’s driving me insane. And yet, nothing. No word from her. Is she avoiding me?Christopher is back from the wild goose chase I sent him on.I saw him at the meeting earlier today, storming around, snapping at everyone.He’s furious, and it’s because of me. My friend played his part perfectly—promising Christopher an investment only to back out at the last second.Watching Christopher’s face twist in frustration had been sweet, almost too easy. My plan is working. Piece by piece, I’m dismantling his perfect little empire. But now, with Elizabeth, it feels different. She’s under my skin, making me question everything.She hasn’t been to the office since that night. Is she regretting what happened? Or
SebastianI pace the length of my office, my footsteps heavy against the polished floor. My jaw is clenched so tightly it hurts, but I don’t care. My thoughts are racing, each one more frantic than the last. "Find out where that video was taken," I bark at my assistant. My voice comes out sharper than I intended, but I don’t have the patience to care. She nods briskly, her eyes wide with urgency, and rushes out without another word. The door shuts behind her, leaving me and eric alone with the deafening silence and my pounding heart. Then, Eric’s voice explodes through the quiet, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. "She's alive, Dad!" His voice cracks with raw emotion. "She's alive!" I freeze. Eric lowers the phone slowly, his fingers trembling, and turns to face me. A wide grin stretches across his face, pure relief radiating from him like a beacon. For a moment, I just stare at him, the words echoing in my mind. She's alive. Relief crashes over me, so sudden and
ElizabethThe room is dark, but I can still make out the shapes of the walls, the shadows pooling in the corners. This place feels like a prison, and I’ve been counting every second since I woke up here. The padded walls mock me, their softness hiding the cruelty of my situation. My legs feel restless, and my body wired with tension. I’ve been staying in my room, pretending to sleep, watching, waiting. They think I’ve given up. I haven’t. Dr. Maggie’s face flashes in my mind. That fake smile she gave me when she said the flyers were distributed. "Someone will call," she said with such conviction as if she cared. But I knew the truth when I saw the flyers crumpled in her bin. She lied to me. She doesn’t want me to leave. I can’t stay here anymore. I glance at the small pile of items I’ve managed to gather: Dr. Maggie’s stolen keycard, a long coat swiped from a visitor weeks ago. I’ve been planning this for a month, using every moment to map out routines, shifts, and patte
SebastianIt’s been a month. Thirty days since the explosion that almost killed off the Alexanders. A month since Christopher lost his place at Bell Energies and I stepped into his shoes.Shoes that don’t fit and probably never will. All I have dreamt of for years was to get my revenge on Christopher, but I am not enjoying it.And yet, here I am, sitting at this goddamn desk, staring at reports and contracts, pretending like any of this matters. None of it does. Not without Elizabeth. Not without the woman pilling at my heartstrings. Not without our baby. I run a hand through my hair, leaning back in the chair that still reeks of Christopher’s cologne. The office feels suffocating, the air stale, and every corner a reminder of him. He’s too quiet these days, playing along like some obedient lapdog. But I know better. I know him. A cornered animal is the most dangerous kind. Whatever Christopher is planning, it’ll be calculated, brutal, and thorough. He’s not done. Not by a long sho
ElizabethThe fire roars. The images still fresh in my mind. Even with my eyes open, the flames are still there, burning brighter and hotter than anything I’ve ever seen.The heat, the smoke choking me, the sheer helplessness… It’s all so vivid, so real, like it’s still happening.I blink rapidly, trying to push the memories away.My hands grip the edges of the blanket wrapped around me, knuckles white.Someone tried to kill me. Here. In this hospital. In this place I’m supposed to be safe.But I’m not safe.I sit in the sterile room with its pale walls and the faint scent of antiseptic, trying to make sense of everything. My head pounds with frustration.I don’t know who I am. I don’t know why someone would want to kill me. And worst of all, I don’t know where I belong.“Jane. Jane!”I look up at the sound of Dr. Maggie’s voice, startled. It takes me a moment to remember that’s what she calls me now. Jane. It feels foreign, like wearing someone else’s clothes.Dr. Maggie’s kind eyes
ChristopherThe sight of Edward playing in the corner of the room barely registers as I sit back in the leather chair, staring at the untouched glass of whisky in my hand.My chest feels heavy, like there’s a weight pressing against my ribs. The crackling fire in the hearth does nothing to ease the cold knot in my stomach. Elizabeth. She almost died.The thought keeps replaying in my head like a haunting melody, over and over.I picture her surrounded by flames, choking on smoke, her face twisted in terror.My Elizabeth—the mother of my child.How scared must she have been?How close was she to losing her life? My throat tightens at the idea, and I grip the armrest of the chair until my knuckles turn white.Guilt washes over me like a tidal wave, relentless and consuming. I glance at Edward. He’s laughing, spinning a toy car across the floor, his tiny face lit up with pure joy.If he ever finds out what I have done in the name of self-preservation, will he forgive me?He’s oblivious t
SebastianThe elevator doors slide open, and I bolt out, my heart hammering as the thick stench of smoke fills my lungs.The scene ahead is chaos. Flames dance around the charred remains of a car, the heat radiating off the twisted metal almost unbearable even from a distance.Black smoke billows into the night sky, wrapping everything in a suffocating haze.People scream and scatter like panicked ants, their voices rising in a cacophony of fear and confusion. Some are crouched on the ground, others clutching their injuries.The air feels heavy, choking. Sirens wail in the distance, the faint blue and red lights painting the night sky as they approach.My eyes dart around, searching for them—the Alexanders.My chest tightens when I spot James hunched over on the ground, his face pale and smeared with ash.Jonathan is lying flat, clutching his leg, screaming in agony.Adam hovers over him, trying to pull him to his feet, while Eric stands nearby, his face dazed, blood dripping from a g
SebastianMy house feels alive tonight.The air is thick with tension, excitement, and something unspoken, something deeper that no one wants to name.Today, we celebrate my 1st victory against Christopher.That man has to pay for everything he has done.James sits at the head of the dining table, his sons scattered around, each nursing a drink.Adam leans against the wall, looking restless, while Eric and Jonathan are seated, exchanging glances like they’re debating how much to say.“Today went better than I expected,” Eric says, finally breaking the silence.His tone carries a hint of relief, but his body language tells a different story.His shoulders are stiff, his eyes scanning the room as though he expects something to come crashing through the windows.I nod, swirling the whisky in my glass.“It did, but don’t let your guard down.” I glance around the room, meeting each of their gazes. “Do you think we can keep this up? Because the moment the Bells suspect we’re working togethe
ChristopherI lean back in my chair, my jaw tight as the memory of James’s betrayal replays in my mind.Twenty-one percent of Bell Energy—just handed to Sebastian without so much as a warning.Those shares should’ve been mine. I earned them.I deserve them.James had no right to make that call. After everything I’ve done. How hard I have worked and, of course, my name. I am the rightful leader; it feels like he’s cut me off at the knees.Now, Sebastian holds too many of the cards.It’s a humiliation. An insult.And James knows it. This isn’t about business; it’s personal. He’s undermined me in the worst possible way, leaving me scrambling to hold on to what little control I have left.He is punishing me; it's as if he knows everything I have put Elizabeth through.“Bastard,” I mutter, my fingers drumming on the edge of my desk.My chest tightens with anger, and my head pounds. I’m losing control—over the company, over my plans, over everything. And to make it worse, Elizabeth, the one
ElizabethThe sun is warm on my skin as I wander through the hospital's compound, the light breeze lifting strands of my unkempt hair.The grass is soft under my feet, and the scent of blooming flowers hangs in the air, but none of it feels familiar.Nothing does.My hands brush the rough texture of the stone wall beside me as I walk, trying to ground myself in something, anything.I don’t know who I am.I don’t know why I’m here.I stop, staring at the horizon, the endless blue sky mocking the emptiness inside me.Somewhere, there must be answers.Somewhere, someone might know me, might care about me. But all I have is blackness—a void where my memories should be.I hear her before I see her. Dr. Maggie. She’s walking toward me, her white coat catching the sunlight. She’s been kind to me since I woke up here, her voice always calm, her smile always patient.“How are you feeling today?” she asks, her warm brown eyes searching mine.“I’m… okay, I think,” I say, though it’s not true. No