I was not entirely sure why Leon was suddenly sounding as though what he wanted to convey was something I was not ready to know. “I don’t know what exactly you mean by that but since you obviously found out about me eavesdropping then I don’t have any reason to hide it any longer.” I finally admitted that I actually become curious and tried to follow him.And as a result of that, I was wounded on my left heel instead. Sometimes my reckless decisions always puts me to danger and obviously, I really felt bad about it in the end.Although most of the time it often becomes too late for me to regret over my decisions. Even my aunt feels concern at some of my impulsive decisions.I could only just wish now that Leon wouldn't be furious at me now that he knows the truth. I mean, he was surprisingly aware of it by the way so the only thing that worries me now would be his next course of action towards me."How much of our conversation have you heard?" he asked, still his voice was calm that
“Isn’t it obvious? Of course I would run away from you!” I said as I begin to crawl backwards slowly until my back bumped on the bed’s soft headboard.It was the edge and Leon was now inching his way closer to me, “Oh yeah?” “Yes!” I firmly said back even though the way Leon looked at me so intently was giving me so much chills. “How could you do that when your other foot is injured?” the way that Leon say each of his words was too slow and obviously hypnotizing.It was making me feel like everything about him was to whimsica at the moment. The fury I was trying to contain earlier was now being rained by a newfound sensation of attraction that I was still trying to resist absorbing.Damn it. Am I seriously getting too distracted by his enthralling face? Even his masculine and quite husky voice that was like a soothe to my left ear as he continued to whisper there, saying, “You know, If your accusations of me were even real, I could have already fuck you down the isolated road since
The dim light of the room cast eerie shadows, accentuating the tension that hung between us. Leon's silence weighed heavily as he handed me the frame, his eyes a storm of conflicting emotions. My fingers trembled slightly as I grasped the wooden edges, bracing myself for whatever revelation lay within.“What’s your deal with the Montefalco’s and how do you know that I was connected with them?” I hurriedly asked him.Suddenly, my regret for accusing him earlier surged back and made me think that perhaps I was not wrong for doing that since he was giving me another reason to think negatively about him again.Leon just stood up simply after that and immediately took something from the cabinet nearby. When he returned to sit on the edge of the bed once more, Leon extended what seemed to be a frame towards my direction as if he was telling me to look at it.“What’s this for?” I asked, wondering what he meant by it.But Leon just continued to give me the frame instead. Since he didn’t even
A glimmer of silvery light illuminated the peaceful countryside as the moon hung high in the sky. The constant rhythm of the clock, which was located in the corner of the room, provided a striking contrast to the maelstrom of ideas that were going through my head at the time. My attention was unwaveringly focused on Leon as I sat on the comfortable side of the bed next to him. The only thing he did was gaze at me before he stood up and put his back against the window. He then stared into the night sky as if he were looking for answers among the stars."At long last, the rain has stopped falling. Are you still interested in coming home at this late hour? I could still drive you," Leon offered in a startling and unexpected manner.After that, I came to the conclusion that he was correct. When he brought it up, I had not even noticed that the rain had ceased falling until he brought it up."If it's not too much trouble, I think I still have to go home now. you see, the fact that my aun
I stumbled through the front door, my clothes clinging to her like a second skin, drenched from the torrential downpour. My hair hung in wet, tangled strands around my face, and my usually bright eyes were clouded with exhaustion and something else—something Aunt Lou recognized instantly as fear.My aunt was a stout woman with a kind heart and a no-nonsense attitude. She was in her mid-fifties, with hair pulled back into a tight bun and a pair of spectacles perched on her nose. Tonight, however, her usual composure was shattered. She stood in the foyer, her face pale, her hands trembling as she clutched the edge of the table for support."Margarette! Oh, thank heavens you're home!" Aunt Lou's voice was a mixture of relief and panic. She hurried forward, wrapping me in a tight embrace despite the soaking wet clothes. "Where have you been? The police... they were here... I was so worried!"My body trembled in my aunt's arms. Since I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and th
I sat in the sunlit parlor of our old family home, the afternoon light casting a warm glow on the faded wallpaper. Aunt Lou was across from me, her knitting needles clicking rhythmically as she worked on yet another scarf. The serenity of the scene was a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside me. The lawsuit against the Montefalcos weighed heavily on my mind, and I knew it was time to discuss it with Aunt Lou."Aunt Lou," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "we need to talk about the lawsuit."She looked up from her knitting, her eyes softening with concern. Aunt Lou had always been my rock, my guiding star, especially since my parents had passed away. She set her knitting aside, giving me her full attention."Of course, dear. What's on your mind?"I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "It's been almost a year since we filed the lawsuit against the Montefalcos for illegally seizing our family inheritance. The legal battle has been draining, both emotionally and fin
The sunlight filtered through the garden leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. I sat on the wrought-iron bench, its intricate design cold against my skin despite the warmth of the afternoon. The garden was a sanctuary, a place of tranquility amidst the chaos that had been my life for the past few years. As I stared at the blooming roses, my mind wandered back to the memories I wished I could erase.Justin Montefalco. The name alone stirred a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, sadness. Our marriage had been anything but a fairy tale. I had walked down the aisle with hope in my heart, believing that Justin and I were destined for a lifetime of happiness. But reality had a cruel way of shattering illusions.It started with the late nights. Justin would come home well past midnight, reeking of alcohol and cheap perfume. At first, I believed his excuses about late meetings and business deals. But then, there were the phone calls, hushed conversations that abruptly ended when I
The evening had started beautifully. Leon and I had decided move from to treat ourselves to a meal at Le Jardin, a charming little French restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. The soft lighting and the gentle hum of conversation created an intimate atmosphere, making it the perfect escape from the troubles that had been weighing on my mind. Leon, with his easy smile and warm presence, made everything seem a little less daunting.We were halfway through our meal, savoring each bite and enjoying a glass of wine when Leon’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, a frown creasing his forehead. “I need to take this,” he said apologetically, rising from his seat. “It’s work. I’ll be right back.”I nodded, watching as he stepped outside, phone pressed to his ear. Left alone, I took another sip of my wine, letting the rich flavor linger on my tongue. I was lost in thought when a familiar, unwelcome voice broke through my reverie.“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Margarette.”I looked up
The rain was falling again.It always did on days like this—days that felt like endings.I stood on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the stormy waters of Anacortes, my coat pulled tightly around me, the hood shielding my face from the wind that carried the scent of salt and something older—something like goodbye.Leon stood behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to feel him there. His presence was familiar now, carved into my skin like muscle memory. He’d been my gravity, my storm, my salvation, and my ruin—sometimes all at once.“It’s really over, isn’t it?” I whispered, more to the wind than to him.He didn’t answer right away. His silence was as heavy as the stormclouds above us.“I wanted to fix everything for you,” he said finally, his voice hoarse, like it had been dragged across a battlefield. “I wanted to give you a life that didn’t hurt.”I closed my eyes. The ache in my chest pulsed with every beat of my heart. “You did,” I said. “For a while, you did.”I heard the crunch
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I’m not the same person I was before,” I said, my voice firm, unwavering. “And I’m not walking away this time.”The man’s eyes flickered with a moment of doubt, just enough for me to catch. And then, before I could even register what had happened, Leon moved.Faster than I could blink, Leon was in front of me, his hand grabbing the gun and twisting it out of the man’s grasp. The force of it sent the man stumbling back, but he didn’t go down easily. His bodyguards rushed in, but Leon was already a step ahead, disarming one of them with a swift, calculated move.I stood frozen for a moment, trying to process what I was witnessing. Leon—always so calm, always so careful—was ruthless. He was like a force of nature, determined to protect me at all costs.But the fight wasn’t over yet. The man recovered, his eyes burning with rage. “You really think you’ve won?” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “You’re nothing but a pawn in a game you can’t ev
The sound of boots drew closer, pounding the floor with an urgency that echoed through the cavernous halls of the estate. My heart raced as the reality of what I had just heard crashed into me like a tidal wave. The man who had once been a part of my life—my family’s betrayer, the one who had orchestrated their deaths—stood there, calmly, as if this was just another night for him.Leon’s grip on my hand tightened, but I didn’t let him pull me away. I could feel the air thickening with tension, the walls pressing in as everything I thought I knew began to crumble.The intruders were only moments away.The man—he—smirked, watching us. “You think this will end well? You’ve no idea what you’re up against. My people are everywhere.”I took a step forward, ignoring Leon’s silent plea to retreat. “You killed them. And you thought I would be the next one to fall in line?” My voice was a whisper, but it held a power I hadn’t realized I had. “You were wrong.”The man’s face faltered, just for a
Next Morning at the Estate Archives. The basement was cold and damp, and the air smelled of mildew and secrets. Old boxes lined the walls, labeled in my father’s tidy script. Financial records. Land deeds. Correspondence.Leon sifted through a crate of documents while I dug through another.Then something caught my eye.A faded folder labeled: Project Thornfield.I opened it slowly.Inside were blueprints—plans for development across coastal land that was supposed to be protected forest. There were signatures from multiple board members, including names I recognized.And then, one I didn’t.N. Vallis.Leon leaned over. “You know that name?”I shook my head. “No. But look here—he signed off on the project two weeks before my parents died.”Leon pulled out his phone. “I’ll run a background check.”I kept flipping through the documents—and found something that made my blood run cold.An aerial photo.Of the cliffside. Our property.With a giant red X drawn over the coordinates where my p
THREE WEEKS LATER...The investigation moved faster than I’d expected. With the board fully on our side now, the paper trail unraveled like a thread pulled from an old sweater—each piece of evidence exposing the next. Shell companies. Forged contracts. Witnesses who had remained silent out of fear but were finally coming forward.Still, no one had seen him since the day of the summit. He had vanished without a trace. No flights. No offshore activity. No messages. It was like he’d disappeared into smoke.But Dorian didn’t believe in ghosts. “He’s hiding,” he said as he handed me a thick folder. “And this—this will force him out.”I flipped through the documents. Bank records. A property registered under an alias. Hidden deep in the woods outside of Anacortes. I felt my stomach twist.Leon stepped up behind me, his hand grazing my shoulder. “Let’s pay him a visit.”The cabin was barely more than a shadow tucked between trees. No lights. No car. Just silence and the thrum of insects in t
Sunlight crept cautiously through the cracks in the blinds, casting golden slivers across the hardwood floor of the safe house bedroom. I sat curled up on the edge of the bed, a blanket draped around my shoulders and the journal heavy in my lap. The cover was cracked, worn with age and secrets. My fingers hovered over the first page for what felt like an eternity.Leon was nearby—he hadn’t slept much, either. He stood at the window with a mug of black coffee, watching the world outside with quiet alertness. When I finally opened the journal, he turned slightly but didn’t speak. He knew I needed silence for this.The first entry was dated nearly two decades ago.July 14th. We signed the contract today. Two families, one future. The woman from Delmar Holdings is more cunning than I expected. She knows we’re desperate—and she used it. I told Mariana to trust me. That this was the only way. God help me, I hope I’m right.My breath hitched. Mariana—that was my mother’s name.I flipped thro
MARGARETTE'S POVBefore we could react, the door behind us burst open.Three armed men rushed in, dressed in black, their movements precise and rehearsed. Leon shoved me behind him, drawing his gun up in an instant. Dorian, who had been lingering near the entrance, took cover behind a cabinet, gun already out.“Elise’s father wasn’t bluffing,” I breathed, my heart hammering. “He had backup ready.”Leon fired the first shot, catching one of the intruders in the shoulder and sending him crashing to the floor. Chaos erupted. Dorian ducked low and returned fire, narrowly missing another attacker who retaliated with a spray of bullets that shattered the windows.I crouched behind an overturned table, the sound of gunfire drowning out my thoughts. The locket in my palm dug into my skin, its edges sharp—a painful reminder that I couldn’t afford to lose control now.“Elise’s father!” I shouted to Leon. “He’s escaping!”Through the haze of smoke and broken glass, I saw the man slinking toward
The sound of footsteps pounding in the hallway was the last thing I heard before the door slammed open.I barely had time to react before a rush of armed men poured into the room, their eyes scanning every corner, landing finally on me. There was no mistaking the intent behind their cold stares.“Get down!” Leon’s voice crackled through the earpiece again, but there was no time to obey. I couldn’t allow myself to hesitate—not now, not when the truth was within reach.I raised my gun, my hands steady despite the chaos unfolding around me. I wasn’t going down without a fight, not after everything I had lost. Not after everything Elise’s father had taken from me.Before the first man could react, I fired. The sound of the shot echoed in the confined space, the bullet finding its mark in the man’s chest. His body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, but the others didn’t hesitate. They moved in faster, their guns drawn, but I was ready.I ducked behind the desk, using it as cover
Dawn came in silver slivers through the cracks in the window. I hadn’t slept—not really. My mind was too loud, looping the footage over and over like a broken reel.Leon sat across from me at the table, sipping his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Neither of us had said much since the footage. We didn’t need to. The truth had cut so deep, it didn’t leave room for small talk.But I had questions.And I needed answers.“How long do you think he’s known I survived?” I finally asked, voice hoarse.Leon didn’t look away from his mug. “Long enough to start covering his tracks. But he didn’t expect the locket to resurface.”My hand instinctively reached for it. The locket was warm now, like it had absorbed my grief and fury. Inside was a picture of my mother and me—her arm around my tiny shoulders, her smile soft but tired. A photo I hadn’t even remembered until last night.“He killed her,” I whispered. “He killed my father. For what? A project?”“Not just a project,”