Chris stared at the ceiling of his hospital room, the hum of the machines around him a distant drone. His mind was anything but quiet. Ethan’s face had been a punch to the gut—a reminder of a night that had almost cost him everything. That night, Chris had been out on his motorcycle, angry and reckless, trying to clear his head. He could still hear the screech of tires, feel the impact of metal against his body, and see the blurred headlights before everything went dark. But Ethan… why Ethan? Why was the man who had nearly killed him here, playing the part of the perfect boyfriend to his sister? He gritted his teeth, the anger that simmered beneath his calm exterior threatening to boil over. He needed answers, but more than that, he needed revenge. If Ethan thought he could just walk into his life and act like nothing had happened, he was in for a rude awakening. Chris turned his head slightly, glancing at the doorway where Ethan and Sasha had exited earlier. His sister had looked
As Rico walked out of the Miller Corporation building, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the city, his mind was a whirlpool of suspicions. He had left Jack’s diary with Sasha on purpose, not because he trusted her, but because he didn’t. Her reaction during their conversation had been carefully measured—too controlled, too perfect. Most people would’ve shown shock, surprise, or even fear when faced with the possibility that someone they knew was murdered for uncovering a deadly secret. But not Sasha.It wasn’t just that she didn’t react the way he expected. There was something deeper, something that gnawed at him. Rico’s gut had been screaming at him ever since Jack’s death, and he’d learned to trust that instinct. It was what had made him a good detective. And right now, that instinct was telling him that Sasha wasn’t as innocent as she seemed.He knew her—at least, he thought he had. They’d grown up together, shared childhood memories. But the Sasha he knew back then
Sasha’s world felt like it had been flipped upside down as she stood frozen by the door, watching Helen step inside with her usual smug arrogance. Helen’s words were still echoing in her head.Engagement party. This Saturday.The shock felt like a punch to the gut. Ethan had told her he was going to stop the engagement. He had promised her. And now Helen was standing there, flaunting the very thing that Sasha thought was being handled—just another ugly reminder of the strings tying Ethan to a life he didn’t want.Sasha’s eyes darted toward Ethan, who looked as though he had been hit by a tidal wave. He moved toward her quickly, his hand reaching out in an attempt to calm the situation, but the tension in the room was palpable. Sasha’s breath hitched as she tried to process what was happening.“What the hell, Ethan?” Sasha’s voice was strained, a mixture of anger and hurt. “You said it wasn’t going to happen. You promised me.”Ethan looked helpless for a moment, his hands running throu
Helen tapped her manicured nails on the surface of the polished mahogany table as she sat in a private booth at the exclusive restaurant. The dim lighting and soft hum of jazz music played in the background, setting the tone for the sinister plan she had brewing. She glanced at the time, impatience bubbling under her cool demeanor. Jonathan was late.When he finally arrived, sliding into the booth opposite her with a sly grin on his face, Helen didn’t waste time with pleasantries. She was too eager, too driven by the need to get rid of Sasha once and for all. She leaned forward, her eyes glinting with malice as she spoke in a hushed tone.“I’ve got news,” Helen said, her voice low but brimming with urgency. “The engagement party for Ethan and me has been set. It’s happening this Saturday.”Jonathan raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “That soon, huh?”Helen nodded sharply, her lips curling into a bitter smile. “Yes. And that’s why we need to act fast.”Jonathan leaned back in his
The next morning, Sasha arrived at the café a little earlier than usual. Her mind was still swirling with confusion after Hue’s call. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but Hue had sounded so serious on the phone, and it had been a while since they had spoken. She sat at a table near the window, sipping her coffee, the warm aroma doing little to ease her nerves.Why would Hue be so desperate to talk to her? After everything that had happened between them, especially with Ethan now in her life, she had expected Hue to drift away. He had respected her space for the most part, though there had been a few lingering moments between them—moments that felt like unfinished business. But this… this felt different.She glanced out the window, watching people pass by on the busy street. Her thoughts drifted back to the previous night. Ethan had been tense after her phone call with Hue, and though he didn’t say much, she could feel the weight of his unspoken worries. Sasha knew Ethan trusted her, bu
Ethan’s hands gripped the steering wheel as he drove toward the hotel where his engagement party with Helen was set to take place. The very thought of it left a bitter taste in his mouth. His mind was spinning, still thinking about Sasha’s cryptic comment: “You’ll see how I turn the tables around.”What was she planning? He trusted her, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight would be far from ordinary. There was a storm brewing, and Sasha was at the center of it.The hotel came into view, its towering structure gleaming in the fading evening light. The entrance was bustling with activity as guests arrived, luxury cars lined up in front of the grand doors. Ethan parked his car and took a deep breath before stepping out. He had to keep his cool tonight. No matter what, he needed to keep the facade intact until they figured out a way to expose Helen and Jonathan’s plans.As Ethan entered the hall, he was immediately struck by the opulence of the decorations. The engagement party
Jonathan watched as Sasha entered the ballroom, arm-in-arm with Hue. A knot of anger twisted in his gut. How dare she show up with him? Jonathan had always despised Hue—he had always been a rival, always too close to Sasha. Tonight, of all nights, she had chosen to come with Hue by her side. He wonderec id It was a deliberate act, a way to push Ethan away and show that she had moved on. Jonathan did not care what it was. He was happy to see anything that could cause a misunderstanding between Ethan and Sasha. But still, it angered him to see Sasha with Hue. It could have been anyone, but why Hue? Her ex fiancee.His fingers tightened around the champagne glass he held, his jaw clenched as he tried to control the bubbling rage inside him. He knew he had to keep his composure, but it was becoming harder with every passing second. All he could think about was the plan—how soon it would all unfold, how Sasha would finally be his. He just had to be patient.Before Jonathan could dwell any
Sasha’s fingers tightened around the champagne glass as she stared into Helen’s mocking eyes. The smirk on Helen’s face made Sasha’s blood boil, but she kept her composure. She wasn’t going to let Helen win this game, not tonight.Helen raised her glass, taunting her. “To Ethan and me. To our future together.”Sasha forced a smile, holding the glass up slightly but not bringing it to her lips. Her mind raced. She had to act fast. If this was the drink Helen intended to drug her with, she needed to turn the tables before Helen caught on. Luckily, she had already prepared for this.“Of course,” Sasha said with fake enthusiasm. “To you and Ethan.”Just as Helen brought the glass to her lips, Sasha pretended to stumble slightly, bumping into the waiter’s tray. “Oops!” she exclaimed. The movement was deliberate, and as the glasses clinked together in her hands, she quickly swapped hers with Helen’s, all under the guise of a playful accident.Helen raised her eyebrows at the clumsy move, bu
The lights of Ethan's mansion shone dimly in the misty night as Sasha drove up the long driveway. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, her heart pounding as she replayed the events of the evening. Rico’s dying words echoed in her mind, haunting her with every breath. She could still feel the coldness of the gun in her hand, the heaviness of the glass she had forced him to drink. Her best friend, the person who had once shared her innocence, was gone, and it was by her own doing.Trembling, she stepped out of the car and approached the door. It was late, but Ethan had always told her that she was welcome at any hour. She barely noticed the warmth of his mansion as she stumbled through the doors, a shivering mess of guilt and sorrow. One of his guards led her to his study, where Ethan was waiting, his expression immediately darkening as he saw the tears streaking down her cheeks."Sasha," he said, standing up quickly, his voice filled with concern. "What happened?"She
The night was cold as Sasha drove down the empty streets, the city lights flickering in her rearview mirror like fading stars. She had always been careful, had always walked the line between who she once was and the life she’d been pulled into. But Rico was closing in, his relentless pursuit drawing closer to truths that could ruin everything she’d built with Ethan. And now, she was at a crossroads she never imagined she’d face: she would have to kill him.As she reached the Miller mansion, her mind was clear, cold as steel. She pulled on a pair of black gloves, knowing every step would need to be precise, leaving nothing behind. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom, opened the hidden compartment in her closet, and retrieved a small vial of poison. She had kept it for years, a tool she hoped she’d never need. But Rico had left her no choice.Her fingers grazed over the gun in the drawer. It felt heavy, both in weight and in purpose. Rico was her friend—a part of her past, her childh
The morning sun was filtering through the high windows of her office when Sasha’s phone buzzed on her desk. She reached for it, glancing at the unfamiliar number on the screen. Frowning, she answered. “Sasha Brooks.”“Miss Brooks,” the voice on the other end was firm and professional. “This is Agent Wyatt with the Secret Service. We need you to come down to our office for questioning.”Sasha felt a wave of unease wash over her. “Questioning?” she asked, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Can you tell me what this is about?”“I’m afraid we can’t discuss the details over the phone,” Agent Wyatt replied. “Please come in at your earliest convenience.”The line went dead before she could ask anything more. Sasha lowered the phone, her heart pounding. She’d known that Rico’s investigation wasn’t over, but she hadn’t expected him to summon her like this. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. If Rico wanted answers, she’d give them—but only what she wanted him to know.An hour later, Sas
Ethan was still savoring the aftermath of his election victory as he reclined on the leather sofa in his penthouse office. The city stretched out before him through the glass wall, lights glittering like stars. The high of winning still coursed through him, though Sasha’s words kept gnawing at the edges of his mind. But before he could dwell on her warning, his phone buzzed in his pocket. The number on the screen made him sit up instantly—one of his contacts at the SSS.He answered, keeping his voice low. “What’s going on?”The voice on the other end was brisk and to the point. “Mr. Leo, we just received word that Rico Morales obtained a warrant to search the Vegas Casino. He’s on his way there with his team.”Ethan’s heart skipped a beat. For a moment, he stared out the window, feeling a cold, creeping dread settle in. If Rico was coming after the Vegas Casino, it wasn’t a casual inspection. Rico had been investigating Jack and Carlos’s deaths for months, desperate to connect the dot
Rico leaned back in his office chair, rubbing his tired eyes. It had been over six months since he began his relentless pursuit of the shadows that haunted the city—the figures known only as Nyx and Hades. Six months of dead ends, sleepless nights, and watching blurry surveillance footage. Jack and Carlos were dead, their bodies leaving behind a silence that demanded justice. Yet every lead felt like sand slipping through his fingers.Jack had been his friend, someone he’d trusted. And Carlos, despite his flaws, had once been a key figure in the city’s underworld. Both men were gone now, and Rico knew that somewhere out there, someone was responsible. Someone powerful, calculating, and ruthless enough to cover their tracks perfectly.He switched on his laptop and resumed scrolling through the mountain of footage. Security footage from street corners, ATMs, storefronts—anything that might reveal even the faintest hint of Nyx or Hades. He was chasing ghosts, but his gut told him that pe
Ethan’s words hung in the air, a confession raw and vulnerable, stripped bare of any pretense. Sasha’s breath hitched, her mind racing to process what he had just said. She searched his face, seeing the weight of years of torment etched into his eyes.“Bipolar?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if saying it too loud would shatter the fragile honesty between them.Ethan nodded, looking away, unable to meet her gaze. “I didn’t know for a long time,” he admitted, his hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to steady himself. “There were… signs. But I didn’t want to believe it. I thought I was just… intense. Driven. I’ve always felt this… voice inside me, pushing me to take control, to act without thinking.” He paused, his voice trembling. “It’s not just a voice. It’s me. It’s a part of me that I can’t seem to silence.”Sasha felt her heart break for him, realizing how much he’d been struggling, even before they’d met. She wanted to reach out, to hold him, but she knew he n
Sasha leaned against her car, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she waited outside the police station. The last few hours had been a blur of emotions she could barely process—anger, sadness, and betrayal. Ethan’s confession replayed in her mind over and over, a loop that tightened her chest with every repetition. She wasn’t ready to face Chris. Not after what she’d learned about Ethan, about the accident that had torn her family apart without her even knowing it. But her brother needed her, and right now, he was all she had. She had promised him he wouldn’t be alone, and she intended to keep that promise. When Chris finally stepped out of the station, his expression softened as he saw her. For a moment, they just stood there, the weight of everything unspoken pressing down on them. Sasha took a shaky breath, then walked toward him, her eyes filling with tears she hadn’t even realized she was holding back. it felt good, it felt good to have him out of cell. She could not be
The world came back to Ethan slowly, like rising from the depths of a dark ocean. His eyelids felt heavy, and his entire body ached as if he’d been hit by a train. He blinked, trying to focus, and the sterile white walls of a hospital room gradually came into view. The dim light of early morning filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the room. He turned his head, wincing as a sharp pain shot through him. But when he looked to his left, his heart softened. There, slumped over in a chair by his bedside, was Sasha. Her face was pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes, evidence of sleepless nights. She had one hand resting near his on the bed, as if she’d fallen asleep holding it but eventually drifted off from sheer exhaustion. He gently reached out, brushing his fingers against her hand, too weak to do more. Sasha stirred, blinking her eyes open as she processed what she was seeing. When she realized he was awake, her eyes went wide with relief and joy. “
Sasha stormed into the police station, her mind a storm of fear, fury, and confusion. She hadn’t even had time to process Ethan’s condition at the hospital before she found herself here, chasing the need for answers, for justice. She marched up to the front desk, trying to keep her voice steady.“I need to see the person you arrested for the hit-and-run on Ethan Leo,” she said, her tone as firm as steel.The officer behind the desk looked up, recognizing her from media appearances as well as from the sheer power of her name. He gave her a nod. “Right this way, Miss Brooks.”Sasha followed him through a dimly lit corridor, her heart pounding harder with every step. She felt an almost dizzying mix of dread and anger as she walked, but she pushed it down. She had to stay focused. Whoever this was… she needed to see them, to understand why they would do something so reckless, so cruel.When the officer finally stopped outside a cell, Sasha’s breath caught in her throat. Her whole world ti