.Chapter Forty Eight : Bound by SecretsThe house is silent, quiet enough that I can hear my own breathing as I slide the drawer closed, my fingers trembling ever so slightly. I went to Leo’s room, I can't tell why I am there, his secret room.I go closer to his wardrobe. My hand lingers there, the memory of what I've just seen burning into my mind. It's the document I came here for, the proof I'd been so desperate to find. The very reason I agreed to this twisted arrangement in the first place.I swallow hard, looking around as if the walls themselves could betray me. Simeon's not here-thankfully, probably out or lost in his thoughts somewhere. I don't want him anywhere near this. He needs to keep on seeing his father through innocent eyes, even if he resents him right now. He doesn't need to know what this is or why it matters.And yet… I don't have the stomach to destroy it. I try to remind myself that it's a matter of me not having time, Leo might come in at any moment. Deep ins
Chapter Forty NineI sit alone in the quiet study, the only light coming from the dim lamp casting a soft glow over the room. Outside, soft rain taps against the window panes-a lullaby of sorts that soothes and unsettles me all at once. Nights like these, usually, bring on peace, but tonight, my mind is restless.I am taken back to Simeon's words a while back. He sees right through me, more than I thought he could. And of course, he's right. I didn't return with a view to forgive or forget. I came here with a purpose, but now, sitting in this house with secrets of Leo's vulnerabilities, my plan seems frailer than ever. Especially after what I found.I exhaled a long, slow breath and massaged my fingertips against the gathering tension in my temples. There's just so much history tangled up in this place, between all of us-me, Leo, Simeon, even Nolan. And a promise of vengeance is the one running thread that ties it all together. The one I couldn't shake.As if summoned by my thoughts,
Chapter FiftyNolan's PovI linger outside Dr. Gray's office door, my heart in my throat. Part of me is still in disbelief that I'm here-again-returning to the very person who proposed this whole idea in the first place. I had known, I had been so convinced, that it would all turn out differently. Now, Marie was slipping between my fingers-and into Leo's.I slowly open the door and enter. Dr. Gray looks up from her desk, her lips curling into a knowing smile."Ah, Nolan," she drawls, sitting back in her chair with that damned, teasing sparkle in her eye. "I knew you'd be back. I know it's just for a few days, you will come crawling back, there's a ark to accept you”She smooths her white coat and steps closer, straightening up. "So, what brings you here? Don't tell me… you've finally realized you need me for more than advice?" She raises an eyebrow. “You need me more than you need Marie, nice you realize that sooner”I try to disregard her implication, but it stings. "That's not why I
Chapter Fifty OneLeo's PovI am sitting in the quiet of my study in the dimmed light that shrouds everything around me in shadows. My head seems to swirl with plans and thoughts, a storm, and the more the ticking of seconds, the louder it gets. I swirl the whiskey in my glass and stare into it as though it has answers. It has been such an ongoing thing in my thoughts that it has become a part of me, ruining Nolan's company. But now, with Marie here, somehow the focus is sharper, more intense.It is then that the silence is broken, and a soft presence near draws my attention. Marie stands a few steps away from me, watching me with those ever-observant eyes of hers."Leo," she says softly, a warmth in her voice that somehow manages to be both soothing and unnerving at the same time. "You seem. lost in thought."I look up, holding her gaze. The concern in her eyes is real, genuine. But she has no idea what is going on in my mind."Just. thinking," I reply, my tone casual, though there's
Chapter Fifty Two I sink deep into the couch, its familiar buzz filling the room as the screen ahead unravels the game before my eyes. A Saturday afternoon, the energy of the players on the field was sufficient to keep the thrill running in my veins. This was my escape; this was normality, my moment when everything else was spiralings out of my control. But as I cheered for my team, my mind wandered back to Marie and Simeon.The door creaks open, and I glance up in time to catch Simeon peering his head through the threshold of the living room. His eyes dart around nervously and a frown settles onto his face. I mute the television and set the remote down, feeling a flood of concern in my chest."Hey, buddy," I say steadily. "What's up? You look like you've seen a ghost."Simeon steps inside, closing the door softly behind him. He walks to the couch and seats himself at the edge, his posture tense. "Dad… I need to talk to you."I perk up a bit, feeling seriousness in his tone. "Okay, w
Chapter Fifty ThreeI slide into the booth, my fingers nervously playing against the table as I try to pick up snippets of Leo's conversation with the two men. The coffee in front of me grows cold as my thoughts spiral. I know I should be cautious, but the stakes are too high for me to simply walk away. I lean in, straining to hear.“…..we need to make sure he feels it," one of them says in a low, intense voice. I can feel my heart racing. What are they going to do?"Leo, you can't just go in guns blazing. We have to be strategic," the other guy says seriously.I had given him an inch when I shifted in my seat, trying to adjust, not wanting to draw attention to myself. Léo leaned back into his chair, a sparkle of something sinistral gleaming in his eye. "He thinks he's untouchable. I want him to pay. He needs to know that no one is safe."A cold shiver runs down my spine. Gotta get outta here. They're planning something on me, and there's just no way I can afford to be in the middle o
Chapter Fifty FourEarly morning light filters through the curtains as it casts a soft glow over the living room. I sit on the couch, cradling a warm cup of tea between my hands, yet somehow the warmth doesn't reach the chill in my heart. The air is full of tension, and I have that funny feeling that something is brewing underneath. Simeon sits as silently in the other room as he always does, and yet somehow I have this feeling he is holding something back from me.The house is unnaturally quiet. The only sound, a thin sound of the clock ticking, hangs in the air, reminding me that time is running out. I sip my steaming hot tea, hoping its warmth somehow relieves this vague feeling of alarm gnawing at me. I took great pride in thinking that I can read my son, knowing instinctively when something wasn't quite right. But today, everything has felt like grasping at shadows.I set my cup down and rise, heading toward the hall to his room. I stop in front of his door and my hand lingers on
Chapter Fifty Five Marie's PovI finish cleaning up the living room and suddenly see Simeon hurrying towards the door. He walks with such speed and his face seems so full of purpose. I have seen him disappear on a lot of occasions of late, and as the thought keeps popping into my mind, I try to discard it, yet still remain apprehensive."Simeon?" I call out, hoping he will slow down, but he is well out of view now. Something inside of me stirs; a mix of worry and curiosity that I just can't seem to shake.I return to my work, but my mind starts to buzz. I can't stop myself speculating where he is off to this time. I have been observing him, noticing how he sometimes disappears, and how, when he returns, there is usually some fire in his eyes, as if he holds some secret within him.I decide to check his room-just to ease my nerves, I tell myself. Stepping inside, I take a deep breath, scanning the room; it's much neater than I'd expected. And there, on his bed, I see it: a phone lay u
Chapter 132She balled her fists into the material of her dress as the confrontation's weight settled firmly onto her shoulders. She kept staring at the door, her heart clutched in her chest. The accusations and disdain from Nolan's family reverberated loudly in her ears, louder than the silence that greeted them after their dramatic exit.Nolan's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. "Don't let them get to you," he said, his tone softer now, though a residual edge of anger lingered. He stepped closer to her, his hand brushing against her arm, but Elena pulled back instinctively, the tension still too raw."How can I not?" she replied, her voice trembling. "They practically blamed me for everything—for Marie, for Marcus, for… for you not being the son or brother they want anymore.""They don't know what they're talking about," Nolan said firmly, his expression hardening again. "Marie is my past. You're my present. They'll just have to deal with it."Elena shook her head. Her throa
Chapter 131Nolan and Elena share a brief, weighted glance; then he turns to head back to the living room. Elena hesitates, her heart still racing from the tension, but she follows him, her footsteps quieter than usual.As they re-enter the room, Marcus is lounging exactly as they left him, eyes still half-closed as if he's genuinely relaxed, but the edge in his smirk is unmistakable. He's playing a dangerous game, and Nolan's not sure if he's the pawn or the one pulling the strings."Enjoying yourself?" Nolan asks, voice cold and sharp as he stands at the threshold.Marcus raises an eyebrow, makes a languid rise to sitting, tossing the magazine aside. "Just getting comfortable," he says-casually enough, but the challenge in his eyes is undiminished. "Isn't that what guests are supposed to do?"Don't mistake me for one who plays by the rules of hospitality," Nolan responds, not batting an eyelash. He steps closer to him, standing right in front of Marcus. "You're here on borrowed time
Chapter 130“You'll regret it. And trust me, Marcus, I don't make idle threats."The room seems to grow colder as Nolan's words hang in the air. Marcus holds his hands up in mock surrender, though the defiance in his smirk doesn't quite fade. "Alright, alright," he says lightly. "Message received, loud and clear. I'll be on my best behavior, promise."Good," Nolan snaps; there is no room for an argument. He steps back, his body a wall of silent warning, as he moves to stand beside Elena. She shifts uncomfortably under the weight of the tension, her fingers curling around the hem of her sweater.Marcus throws a glance between them, the corners of his lips twitching as if to hold back a comment. Finally, he leans against the couch and picks up the magazine again, an act of pretend indolence. "Three days it is, then," he murmurs, flipping a page. "Should be plenty of time.Nolan narrows his eyes but says nothing, turning to Elena instead. "Let's go," he says softly, his voice low enough
Uninvited GuestNolan and Elena back into the living room, their hands briefly touching, as if for reassurance. The tension between them in the air is palpable, but the look smoldering in Nolan's eyes indicates that he wasn't done with this just yet.Marcus is sprawled out on the couch, crossing his legs, an arm cast indolently over the back of the couch as he seems to exude superiority. He looks up; the smirk widens across his face, for all intents and purposes, he has just won some silent battle.Nolan's jaw clenches, but then, in one swift movement, a sly spreads across his face. He strides forward, his voice dripping with mock politeness. "Ah, my in-law," he says, articulating the words as if Elena's eyes must roll out of her head. "I hope you're feeling right at home?"Marcus' eyebrow lifts, partially taken aback by Nolan's tone, still smug, nonetheless. "I'm doing just fine, thanks."Nolan nods, pacing languidly in front of the couch. "That's great. My in-law, can I get you some
Chapter 128: Uninvited GuestMorning sun peeks through the apartment, casting a golden glimmer in the cozy living room as Elena and Nolan sat with the rare peace that finally rested between them. For the first time in weeks, the air felt light, the tension that had once gripped them now a distant memory. Nolan leans in, a playful smile on his face, and steals a kiss from Elena, who laughs softly and dodges, teasing him with a mischievous look."You missed," she teases, her voice lilting with false arrogance.Nolan chuckles, tugging her closer. "Did I? Let me try again."Their lips meet this time in a long, languorous kiss, and for a moment, everything is just right with the world. The world outside doesn't matter.Elena pulls back an inch, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I missed this," she whispers. "Us. Without all the chaos."Nolan brushes a strand of hair from her face, his gaze tender. "It's not over yet, but I promise you-nothing will ever come between us again.They
Chapter 127 :The Breaking PointThere is an almost palpable sense of tension in the apartment. Nolan sits at the dining table, his head in his hands, while Marie stands across the room, watching him like a predator stalking its prey. A knowing smile curls her lips, as if she's already won.Marie steps closer, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "You can't keep ignoring me forever, Nolan," she says softly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "We both know you still have a soft spot for me. Why else would you let me stay here?Nolan's head jerks up, his jaw clenched. "Don't flatter yourself, Marie. You're only here because my mother forced this on me. If it were up to me, you'd already be gone."Marie pouts dramatically, her eyes shimmering with crocodile tears. "Oh, Nolan. Is it really that hard for you to admit that we had something special? Something worth saving?Nolan bangs his fist onto the table and jolts her. "We had something, Marie. Past tense. You destroyed it
Chapter 126The soft creak of the front door echoes faintly through the quiet house, signaling Elena's return. She had only been gone an hour, a quick trip to pick up groceries. As she steps into the hallway, the faint murmur of voices carries to her ears and stops her in her tracks. She recognizes Nolan's voice, low and steady, but there's another one, softer and pleading-Marie.Elena's heart clutches. What could they be talking about now? She sets the grocery bags on the kitchen counter and pads silently down the hall, the carpet muffling her footsteps.In the living room, Marie stiffens at the faint noise of the door opening. Her ears perk up, and her sharp gaze darts to Nolan, who is seated a few feet away from her on the couch, his expression unreadable. Instinct takes over. She rises swiftly and moves toward him, feigning vulnerability as she practically throws herself onto the couch beside him.Her hands claw at his arm, and she presses herself close, her voice shaking. "Nolan,
Chapter 125: A Plea for the PastThe door latched shut behind Elena and, with that, everything seemed to come to rest in a pool of discomfort. Nolan stood by the window and watched her figure descend the street. The strain didn't let go of his shoulders even after she turned and vanished out of his line of vision into quiet suburban anonymity.He turned around, ready to plunge into something—anything—that would take his mind off the growing unease in the house. But he couldn't escape it. Marie was leaning against the counter, her arms folded across her chest, standing in the kitchen with an unreadable expression on her face."Nolan," she said softly, breaking the silence. The edge was off her voice, and for a moment, he almost didn't recognize it.He stiffened, already sensing the direction this conversation might take. "What is it, Marie?" he asked, his tone curt as he walked past her toward the dining table."I want to talk," she replied, stepping away from the counter.Nolan sighed
Chapter 124As Nolan's mother and sister leave, Nolan and Elena are left standing in the living room, looking at each other in shock."Well, that was fun," Elena says sarcastically, breaking the silence.Nolan shakes his head. "I'm so sorry, Elena. I had no idea they were going to do that."Elena takes a step closer to him. "It's not your fault, Nolan. We'll figure this out together."Nolan nods, feeling a surge of gratitude towards Elena. "We will. I promise."As they hug, Nolan can't help but feel a sense of unease. He knows that his family is not going to give up easily, and he's worried about what they might do next.But for now, he's just grateful to have Elena by his side."What do you say we order some pizza and try to forget about this for a while?" Nolan suggests.Elena smiles. "Sounds like a plan to me."As they sit down on the couch, Nolan can't help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they can make this work.But as they're waiting for the pizza to arrive, Nolan's