"Oh... yeah," Eric muttered, realization dawning on his face. "Yeah, I remember. Tough stuff, that." He glanced at me with a raised brow. "Did that really happen? Because for a second, I thought you were just trying to paint her as a villain.""Of course, it happened!" Rita snapped. "You can go back to our high school and ask. But I kept her secret. That’s why nobody ever found out she was the one who did it."Ritq had gained Tina’s curiosity, her eyes narrowing as she leaned forward. "What are the two of you talking about?" she demanded. "I want to know. Maybe it has something to do with what happened to Trey tonight."I felt my head spin. "Are you serious right now? How are the two even connected? I just met Trey tonight! What does that have to do with anything I did in high school?"Tina’s lips curled into a smug smile. "It shows your history—your history of violence."I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Oh my God, I can’t take this anymore!" I turned to the officer, my patie
"Trey…..," I exclaimed.The officer said, his voice steely, "I know you're in pain And I'm sorry, but I can’t leave this room."Trey's jaw tightened as he glared at him. His eyes flashed with irritation before a slow smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. "You know what? Fine," he muttered.He reached over, grabbed the call button on his bed, and pressed it furiously, his thumb jabbing the button over and over until, moments later, a nurse burst in, nearly out of breath."Yes, Mr. Flagger?" she gasped, her eyes wide with alarm. "Are you okay? What is it?"Trey didn’t look at her. His eyes were fixed on the officer as he pointed a finger toward him. "Tell my mother I want this officer out of my room before I lose my mind!" His voice cracked with barely restrained fury as he practically shouted at the poor woman.The nurse flinched as she scrambled backwards. "I’ll… I’ll let her know right away," she stammered before hurrying off.The door hadn’t even fully closed when the officer
I forced a smile onto my face as I walked closer toward him, keeping as much space between us as I possibly could. The air between us hung heavy with tension, and he watched me in silence, his eyes dark and unreadable. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint beeping of the heart monitor. I needed to break the silence and end this moment so I could leave the room immediately.“So,” I started, my voice light, “how are you feeling?”“My head hurts, my eye hurts, my hand hurts,” he said flatly. “And I feel like shit.”I nodded, forcing myself to appear sympathetic. “But you’re going to live, right?”He offered a slow, lazy smile, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yes, Mina. I’m afraid I’m going to keep on living. Probably for a very long time.”“Okay.” I exhaled. “Then since you’re alright, I think I’ll just tell everybody in the waiting room that you’re fine, you’re good, and everything is okay.” I turned slightly, already preparing to make my exit. “I’ll be on my way.”He
“He’s my fiancé,” I corrected him through gritted teeth.“Yeah, whatever,” Trey continued dismissively. “Maybe Emerson Blackwind won’t go to jail. But think of his name. Think of the blackWind’s name. Think of his company, his investors, and the precious stock prices. His name is supposed to be clean, Mina. He’s supposed to be above scandal. He’s managed it so well for so long, right? But then—” Trey grinned wickedly, “he got engaged to his son’s ex-wife. That raised a few eyebrows, sure, but people love a rich man’s drama. They excused it and put all the blame on you instead. But violence? Assault? Oh, that’s a whole different story. Violence ruins reputations. People will piece it all together—the engagement, the temper, and suddenly...” He chuckled softly, “Suddenly, Emerson Blackwind isn't who he used to be anymore..”My stomach churned. “You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”Trey shrugged again, unbothered. “I mean, h hitting me could’ve been one of the best moments
“You don’t know why I quit in the first place,” I snapped. “It’s more personal than you think.”“Doesn’t matter. If you walk away now, you’re still a quitter. And I’m not going to let you.”I raised an eyebrow. “You’re not going to let me?”“That’s right.” His tone hardened. “You're useful right now. My second demand is simple: you’re not quitting Black Wind. You’re staying until our project is finished. Until you’ve completed the deal with Flagler Corporation, you’re not walking away.”I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms,“And when this project is over?”“Then you can quit all you like. But until then? You’re staying. So start thinking about work, Nina. You’re not done with me yet. You will be seeing a lot of me in the future.”“What is it with you?” I snapped, my eyes narrowing.Trey raised a brow, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”“Does making me feel uncomfortable do something for your ego? Does it give you a high? Or what? Does it get you hard? Is that it?”
"Why are you doing all of this? What is it that you want?" My voice was full of frustration. "Why don’t we just go to the heart of it so you can tell me what it is you want? I just want to give you whatever you want so you can leave me alone. Okay?"Trey's eyes didn’t waver. "I don’t think this is any way to talk to me.""You mean to talk to someone who’s blackmailing me? Someone who’s threatening me?""I wouldn’t put it that way.""Then what way would you put it?" My voice rose, "What way do you want me to put it? What was it that made you choose me? I wonder” I asked while thinking it through,“Was it because everyone at that table was a man and I was the only woman? Is that it? You couldn’t choose your mother—obviously. And you couldn’t choose Rita because she’s…what value does she even have to you? You don’t know anything about her. But me?" I leaned forward. "Me? You admitted yourself that you had been investigating me and that you were obsessed with me. But, You know about Emer
We sat in heavy silence for a few minutes. Then Treyson broke it with a whisper."I’m sorry."I turned my head, giving him an unimpressed look before rolling my eyes. "Well, don’t get suddenly all soft on me," I snapped. "Blackmailers aren’t supposed to be soft, are they? You’re forgetting the role you’re supposed to play."A chuckle escaped him. "Then I guess I’m lucky I didn’t have a brother.""Well, I mean…" I paused, my voice softening. "I don’t know. Some people have sisters and brothers, and they’re actually happy to have a family, siblings. I just… I can’t believe I never saw it. I knew Rita was a little jealous of me growing up. I mean, I was jealous of her, too. I guess that’s normal with siblings, right? I was always envious of her bond with our mother, and she resented my relationship with our father. But still…" My chest tightened at the memories. "It was very painful. It still is. I don’t want to think about it."Treyson didn’t interrupt. He just watched me, letting me s
For reasons I did not understand, reasons I was not ready for, I was laughing with this person. He was the most maddening person in the world. And being in here, he has made me tell him how I was feeling, and laugh with him. Ridiculous!This must be the second time I was laughing with him. As I realized this, I looked at him again, and I thought, 'What’s up with this one? Is he a psychopath? Is he... Like, what is it about him that can be so maddening and makes you laugh at the same time? Is he a psychopath? A narcissist? A master manipulator?But also...I’m very confused.And as I thought this, I knew it. He was dangerous. He was trouble. He was not someone to be close to. He was someone I was supposed to keep a distance from and tell someone—anyone—about whatever it was that was going on here.So, out of nowhere, I just snapped."Is that going to be all? I don’t have to leave Blackwind? Okay, right, done. Can I leave now?"He looked at me, and there was this look.I caught him off
"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
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
"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
Trey just grins. "I try."I roll my eyes at him. "I can’t believe you’re actually defending hanging out with Eric." I practically spit out his name.Trey rolls his eyes at me too. "Okay, first of all, I didn’t know he was going to throw the vase at you like that. And second, I get that you’re mad because he’s a cheater, but that doesn’t mean I have to cut him off completely. I can still talk to him. I can still be friends with him.""Yeah, because you’re also a cheater, aren’t you, Tracy Flager?"Trey freezes. His eyes narrow. "Okay, hold on a minute. Just because I’m friends with a cheater doesn’t make me one."I scoff. "Cheaters are the worst kind of people."" What if it was someone close to you? What if it was your mom for example? If you found out your own mother was a cheater, what would you do?" "If I found out my mom cheated on my dad, I would never speak to her again. Ever." My voice holds no space for doubt. Because I know it’s true. The way I loved my father? If my mom
“Come on, Trey, just tell me. Who is it?” I demand, my mind racing with a million different possibilities.Trey lifts his hands, making a grand gesture as if unveiling a piece of art. “Mommy dearest, of course.”I frown. “My mother?”He bursts out laughing. “Of course not. I don’t even know your mother. I meant my mom.”His mother? "Your mother?". He nods excitedly. “Tina flager?” I ask again He grins. “Yep! Isn’t it great? This is going to be an interesting dinner.”I stare at him, baffled. “Are you crazy? You want me to have dinner with your mother?”Trey just shrugs, like this is no big deal. Like the last time I sat at a table with him and his mother, it didn’t end with him in the hospital. Like his mother didn’t want to drag me to a police station by my hair.“The last time the three of us were at the same table, your mom literally tried to have me arrested, Trey.” “I know, good times,” he says, smirking. “Just think about it— in a few decades, when we’re old, sitting in ou
He takes a breath. "I cannot work with Emerson. I’m not working with your ex-fiancé. I’d rather work with your ex-husband than work with your ex-fiancé."I raise an eyebrow. "Wow!""We already have bad blood, okay?" he says, shaking his head. "I don’t want to be in a situation where I say something about you sleeping so beautifully in my bed, and then I find myself in the hospital again."It’s a joke. And I laugh, because—well, it’s true.He grins. "See? You’re laughing. Good beginnings."I shake my head, amused. "So? What are you proposing?""Not proposing," he corrects. "I already did the proposal. I pitched it to the team, and the Blackwind board, and they understood me. They agreed with me."I frown. "Agreed with what?"He leans forward. "You don’t want to go back to the company. But you’re passionate about this project. You want to do this. So if you and I are going to work together, why not do it from here? We can set up an office here—just like A, B, and C."I hesitate. "And wh
I'm already standing, walking to my bedroom. I step inside, and lock it—this time with bolts. I take a long shower, washing off everything that happened today. By the time I slip into bed, exhaustion lulls me into a deep, dreamless sleep.The loud ringing of my phone wakes me. I groggily reach for it, rubbing my eyes as I glance at the screen. An unknown number.For a moment, I consider ignoring it, but something makes me pick up.“Hello?” My voice is hoarse with sleep.Silence.“Hello?” I try again.Then I hear it—the familiar voice,“Nina.”I sit up instantly. “Emerson?”“Yes.” I exhale. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?”“I’m fine,” I say. “Don’t worry about me.""I… I wanted to come after you. I wanted to stop you and talk to you... When you left, I wanted to hold you, to take care of you. I knew you needed me, but I also knew you wouldn’t have liked that. So, I just had to stand there and let you leave.”I sigh. “It wouldn’t have made a good picture if I wanted to quit and prov
I go shopping and buy new clothes.Yesterday, when Trey came back from wherever he had disappeared to, he brought me a few outfits because, according to him, I didn't have any. But today, I doing the shopping. I have my own money—the money Emerson gave me for my trip—so I take myself shopping.I even go to the salon and get my hair done. My nails, too. I throw a spa day for myself, just me, a celebration of… whatever this new chapter of my life. In the evening I have dinner, and then I head towards Trey’s penthouse.I think it’s time I start looking for my own apartment. I have Emerson’s money, after all.Or, you know what? I could still go on that trip to Rio.These are the thoughts running through my head as I step into the elevator. I get off the elevator and I open the door. The moment I step inside, I freeze.I blink, processing the sight in front of me.Trey is standing right there, in the exact spot where I stood yesterday when he came home with that blonde bimbo.And he’s hold
Then, all at once, the decision is made."This is not worth it," I say, standing up so fast my chair scrapes against the floor. I’m not doing this. I don’t care about this job, this project, this entire damn company. I’m not safe here.No one stops me as I step away from my desk."People have put things in my drink," I continue, my voice growing louder. "I don’t even know if they were trying to poison me or just being assholes. I don’t know what they’re capable of. And now this?" I motion toward the broken vase. I look at Eric, who has a forced smile on his face. I know that smile, he knows he fucked up but he is not going to own up to it or apologize. "No. I’m done." I announceI turn toward Emerson. Our eyes meet. His expression is unreadable, but something flickers there—something like regret.I smile tightly, grabbing my bag. "I’m leaving."And this time, I mean it.I am out of the door and already in the parking lot, walking towards my car, ready to leave it all behind. But t