"You wanted to apologize?" I repeat, my voice sharp. "Apologize for what exactly? For humiliating me? For the accusations? For the defamation? What parts of what you did are you trying to apologize for?"Tina exhales, steadying herself. "I get your frustration and your anger towards me.""Please stop talking as if you actually understand what I’m going through right now," I say bitterly."I’m sure you’re going through a lot, and I should have done this sooner." She pauses, glancing at Trey before looking back at me. "The thing is, I love my son. I know there isn’t a person on this earth who doesn’t love their kids, but—""But you’re not supposed to just accuse people of things without being sure," I cut in.She nods and I continue,"I didn’t do anything to Trey. I didn’t even touch him.""I know," she says softly. "And I’m sorry.""And you know this how?" I challenge.Tina takes a deep breath. "I didn’t let it go just because Trey asked me to. I did my own investigation. I saw the v
I roll my eyes at Trey and completely ignore his comment. Instead, I turn back to Tina."We are so attracted to each other," I say sarcastically. "I was here for three days. The first day, everything was fine. And the second day? He already brought a woman home."His mother whips around so fast it’s like she got whiplash."You what?" she snaps, her voice sharp as a knife. "You brought a woman here? In this penthouse?"Trey shifts in his seat, but before he can answer, she’s already going off."I told you not to bring any woman into this house! What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know how dangerous that is? People could take pictures of you! Your face could be all over the internet! You need to keep your image clean, Trey! We already talked about this...."She barely stops to take a breath before firing off more questions."Where did you even get this girl? Do you know her? Did security check her? Did she have her phone when she was with you? I hope this doesn't make headlines Trey
"Tina, I don't think we should be drinking right now.""Oh, come on, Mina, why are you being such a downfall? Don't you want to uplift my spirits? Come on, please join me."And then she's already there by the bar, pouring us wine. She calls the chef and asks him to prepare little snacks to eat while we're drinking the wine. She's already choosing classical music, changing the lights in the house—I didn't even know we had disco lights—and she's putting them on.She's already dancing. She's drinking. She's pulling me up to dance with her.I think it's better to dance than drink the wine, so I put the wine glass away. And then the two of us just start dancing. At first, I'm just doing it to please her, but then I actually have fun.I have to agree, the Flaglers can get on your throat, but they're actually kind of fun. Like Tina—she's probably in her 60s, late 50s—and here she is, having the time of her life. She's laughing, pulling me with her, dancing with me. And I find myself actually
The Next DayWe got to work. At first, it was just Treyson and me before the team arrived during lunchtime. We had a meeting where everyone was assigned their designated roles and given tasks.Trey, since he wasn’t really needed for most of the process, stayed out of the way. He was there for consultation at the beginning and maybe at the end. But in between? He had his own work to do.So, once we were done discussing the setup, he retreated to his office, occupied with his other company matters.The workday ended, and the next morning, the routine continued. Trey was in his office, I was in mine, and the work went on.Until 10 when Rachel knocked on my door and stepped inside, a knowing smile on her face.“Miss Harper, you have a visitor.”I frowned. “A visitor?”This wasn’t a real office. I wasn’t expecting anybody unless they were part of the project—someone from the company, a team member, or a consultant.I frowned. “Who is it?”Her smile widened. “He asked me not to say his name
Emmerson finally asked after what felt like hours, where the two of us sat in a room that felt a little too small for the both of us.I just couldn't. I couldn't let him see how he affected me.I didn't want to sound rude. I didn’t want him to know how much I didn’t want him here. How much I couldn’t handle him being here. But I couldn't be rude about it, either. I didn’t want him to misunderstand, to think something that wasn’t true. Even though I couldn’t tell him the truth."No, it's not about that, Emerson. It’s about..." I hesitated, my throat suddenly dry. "Look, I’m trying to prove something to myself. Just let me work on it."He let out a slow breath, tilting his head as if he was trying to read me. "Nobody is stopping you, Mina. I do want you to work on it. I already gave it to you. But I’m just saying—it’s not a bad idea if we put our heads together. It should probably take thirty minutes, an hour max."My eyes snapped up. Thirty minutes? One hour?Does he know how hard thi
I swallowed,Emerson continued, " Rita still wants to talk to you. She wants to try and ask you to reconsider the case and apologize on Eric's behalf. And Eric—he also wants to apologize. He hopes We can talk about this… as a family."I let out a bitter laugh. "A family?" I repeated, "I’m sorry, Mina," Emerson said.Emmerson exhaled sharply beside me. "Look, it’s okay if you don’t want to go to the police," he said, quieter now. "But actually, I think you should press charges. And I will support you all the way. We were at work when He attacked you. You have witnesses. You have me. I’m behind you, no matter what you decide."Silence settled over the room as both men were watching me now, waiting.Waiting for my reaction.Waiting for me to decide.I sat there, my thoughts pressing down on me. Eric and all his foolishness had once filled my mind, but now, sitting here with both Emerson and Trey, the drive I had once had for revenge seemed to fade.A Part of me, the bitter part that ha
And you guessed it right—just when we were about to start locking up the office, Emerson finally called me."Hey, I'm sorry to get back to you so late," he said. His voice was fine, but there was something else there—hesitation, maybe.I sighed. "What is it?""I told Rita," he said, "and she just told me she is on her way with Eric right now.""What?" I nearly dropped my phone. "No! That was not the deal!""I know, I understand," Emerson said quickly. "I told her to come alone. She just called me now and told me to tell you that she was on her way to your office with Eric."I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I don’t care if she’s on her way. I’m already locking up the office and going back to my apartment to take a long bubble bath and a long sleep. If they won’t agree to my demands, tell them that I am going to the police station first thing tomorrow and taking this case forward."Emerson exhaled. "Okay. Whatever you decide, as I told you, I’m good with whatever you decide. I just wa
Trey nodded slowly. "I get it. I do. But I just… I just want this legal thing out of the way.""And what do you suggest, Trey?" I asked, crossing my arms."He told me that this wasn’t his wife’s fault. It was his fault. So he wants to be the one to apologize. He doesn’t think Rita really needs to apologize for anything. That’s why they wanted to come together."I laughed bitterly. "No. What they wanted was to attack me. To surprise me and catch me off guard. If that wasn’t the case, why didn’t they call me first? Why did they call Emerson instead?" My voice rose in frustration. "I told them I wouldn’t meet Eric without you and Emerson there. But instead, they decided to show up at my office—right when I was locking up, right when there was nobody else in the office. What do you think that was, Trey? If not an ambush?"Trey exhaled, his shoulders dropping. "I get it. I understand. That’s why they agreed to do it properly this time. Emerson will be there. I will be there. But Eric s
Mina I was in the delivery room about to bring my baby into this world, and who knew it hurt like hell? Mmh! I was very lucky and very grateful to have my husband here with me. He kept holding my hand, telling me sweet things, and encouraging me when the doctors told me to push. He pushed with me, breathed with me. It was kind of crazy. I don't know, maybe after I was done here I would think about this moment and laugh about it. It was a moment in my life when I really needed him, and I was so, so happy and so grateful to have him here beside me. The two doctors that Mr. Emerson insisted on having here were top in their fields. He didn’t care, he had to fly one in as long as I got everything and I was in great hands. The doctors were great, they were encouraging. I just wanted this moment to be over and for my baby to come into this world so I could hear their cry. We were still in the dark; we didn’t know if we were having a girl or a boy. I was just waiting for that moment wh
EmmersonThe next morning, I decided to handle things myself. I know Mina’s already been through enough trauma with her family, so I don’t want to involve her in this. She’s still asleep, and I slip out quietly to deal with Eric.I find him at the hotel, slumped over, still asleep. I nudge him with the toe of my shoe, the force making him stir. Slowly, his eyes flicker open, and the haze of sleep and alcohol makes him groggy. He rises, blinking and groaning, his hand clutching his head."Wake up, Eric," I tell him as I open the curtains, letting the bright light flood the room. He immediately shields his eyes, groaning louder."My head... hurts," he mutters, his voice thick with a hangover. He grabs the bottle of water on the bedside table and gulps down a large portion in one go."Last night," he laments, "I didn't like how your men dragged me out of that nightclub.""You call that a nightclub? It was a strip
EmmersonOh yeah?” Mina’s voice is a little high-pitched.And then Rita says something that makes my blood cold.“Of course,” she replies, her voice dripping with arrogance. “I mean if I could take Eric from you so easily before… When you weren’t this heavily pregnant, and we weren’t even living in the same house. Just think how simple it would be to take his father from you now.”Her voice is low and suggestive. Mina scoffs, maybe out of shock, but Rita doesn’t stop.“I mean, look at you,” she continues, mockingly. “You’re pregnant. You can’t even walk properly without someone holding you. You have to be carried just to get around.” She chuckles,“And me?” she adds. “I’m just getting started. The exercises I’ll do, the maintenance I’ll keep up… You know I won't be breastfeeding, right? This baby is feeding from the bottle. Nothing is messing up this....hot body.”In my mind, I can already picture her motioning to her bo
Emmerson By nightfall, the police have already paid us a visit. It’s all over the news. Madeline had a little accident on the highway. Her car hit the side of a bridge and went down under. She suffocated. But I know the truth. Let her feel what it’s like to lose air. Anyway, the point is—she’s dead. The police came because, after her attack on Mina, there was already a record of her actions. They were just here to deliver the report. To tell us that she was gone. That also settled the issue with Rose. Mina had never been convinced that Rose was behind it, and now that Madeline was out of the picture, it was clear she had been wrongfully accused. Mina was shocked with the news, I never thought she would actually be upset after everything. Even though there’s still sadness in her eyes, I can see the difference. She’s no
EmmersonAfter I had taken Mina home, I gave her a bath, making sure she was okay and taken Care of. She was reluctant to eat at first, but I insisted. “You need nutrition,” I reminded her. “I know you don't want to but do it for the baby. You’re pregnant, you're doing it for our baby.”She sighed, but eventually gave in, taking small sips of the warm soup I had prepared. I watched her closely, ensuring she had everything she needed. Then, I sat her down and gently caressed her hair.I kept talking as I did it—about everything and nothing at the same time. Just filling the silence, making sure she felt covered and safe. My voice was low and comforting. I caressed her head, feeling the softness of her scalp, letting her know she wasn’t alone.And then, she fell asleep.Once I was sure she was deep in rest, I finally allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the frustration, the overwhelming sense of failure.How could I h
As Emerson's voice continued on the phone, offering words of comfort, trying to calm me, I felt my tears flow faster. I couldn't hear him clearly anymore over the noise in my head, the panic, the certainty that I was going to die. I just listened to him, letting his voice be a thread tying me to something.Then, the banging stopped.I hadn't even realized it.Instead, a knock. A soft, reassuring knock."Mina, Mina, come on, open the door," Emerson's voice came through the phone, clearer now.I still didn’t understand what was happening. My mind was so clouded by fear, but hearing his voice… it soothed me in ways I couldn’t explain. I was barely aware of his words, just the sound of him calling my name, telling me it was okay."Emerson, is that you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."Yes, it's me. Open the door, Mina."The reality of it hit me. I had been trapped in a nightmare, my heart frozen with terror, bu
I started scribbling on the piece of paper.[I can't do this anymore. I'm going to kill myself.]I set the pen down and exhaled. "Okay, I'm done."Madeline narrowed her eyes. "What did you write so fast?"She stalked toward me, snatched the paper out of my hands, and read it. Her expression darkened, and before I could brace myself, she slapped me hard across the face. The force nearly knocked me out of the chair.A sharp sting spread across my cheek, my vision blurred for a second. My entire face tingled from the impact, and I gritted my teeth, refusing to let a single tear fall.Who knew I would ever be in this situation? Kidnapped at gunpoint. Forced to write my own suicide letter.Madeline took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Then she smirked."You're smart, Mina. We can argue about a lot of things, but not that. You're a smart little thing, a devious little thing. That’s how you got Emerson i
Madeline’s grip on my arm became almost painful. I could feel the gun on my side, like a silent, invisible threat.I forced a laugh, shaking my head. "Oh, you know... My condition." I gestured vaguely at myself. "It’s still hard for me to get up, takes a while to get out of bed. I was sleeping."Tom stared at me, his eyes searching my face as if he was trying to read through my words.Then, finally, he gave a slow nod. "Okay."But he still didn’t leave."Can I come in?" he asked. "I can give you some company.""No!" The word shot out of my mouth too fast, too loud, too desperate.Madeline pressed the gun against my side, a silent threat, a warning that made my blood turn cold.Tom’s frown deepened.I forced another smile, shaking my head quickly. "I mean—no, it’s okay. I was sleeping. I don’t need company right now."I gave an awkward laugh, motioning toward the inside of the apartment. "If you came in, you’d just be sitting alone because I’m going back to bed."Tom didn’t look conv
"I'm sorry, Madeline, I swear I didn’t—""Just tell me why!" she shouted to my face, her voice filled with frustration.I was shaking, my throat dry, my mind running a mile a minute. "I don't know, okay? Maybe because he was there. He was nice. He was understanding, and he made me feel safe. He made me happy. He made me feel like I could be the person I wanted to be." My voice cracked, and I rushed to explain, desperate for her to believe me. "It was never about his age, Madeline. I always thought he was cute, you know? I always thought he was really handsome. And then when we slept together, I realized I could have everything I ever wanted with him, okay? I'm sorry. I really didn’t know—"She let out a cold laugh, cutting me off. "You're not sorry. Stop trying to act like some innocent girl who thought he was ‘the one.’"Her voice was mocking, twisting my words into something dirty."You don’t even love him. Not really. You love the things he represents." She took a step closer, he