As I slowly came to, the familiar warmth of Leonโs embrace anchored me to reality. The soft hum of his breathing, steady and comforting, was the first sound I registered. I opened my eyes to find myself nestled against his chest, his strong arms wrapped protectively around me. The evening light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue over us.It was a rare kind of tranquility, the kind that made me want to stay in this bed forever, away from the chaos of the world outside. In this moment, it felt like it was just the two of us against everything else, and I wouldnโt have had it any other way.I shifted slightly, causing Leon to stir. His eyes fluttered open, and a lazy smile spread across his face as he looked down at me. "Evening, sleepyhead," he murmured, his voice thick with affection."Evening," I replied, my voice still soft from sleep. I reached up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, my fingers lingering on his warm skin. He leaned in, pressing a tende
"Margarette, are you ready? We donโt want to be late for the hearing." Aunt Lou said. The sun had barely risen when Aunt Lou knocked on my door, her voice gentle yet firm. I groaned softly, still tangled in the warmth of my bed, the weight of the day ahead pressing on my chest. Today was the hearing, the one I had been dreading and anticipating in equal measure. Justinโs lawsuit against me was hanging over my head like a dark cloud, and I knew I couldnโt avoid it any longer."I'm coming, Aunt Lou," I called out, forcing myself to sit up. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the nerves that were already starting to fray. After quickly dressing, I headed downstairs where Aunt Lou was waiting by the door, her expression a mix of concern and determination.She smiled at me, though it didnโt quite reach her eyes. "Donโt worry, Margarette. Whatever happens today, youโve got me by your side."I nodded, grateful for her presence. Aunt Lou had always been my rock, especially after everythin
I couldnโt shake the unease that gnawed at me as I stared at Justinโs text. Meeting him wasnโt something I wanted to do, not after everything heโd put me through. But as much as I hated the idea, I couldnโt ignore the thought of finally getting my properties back without dragging this lawsuit out any longer. The question was, could I trust him? The answer was obvious, yet the temptation lingered.I spent the entire morning going back and forth, trying to convince myself that this was a trap, that Justin was just playing more of his twisted games. But what if, by some miracle, he was serious? What if he really was willing to return everything without a fight? The thought was too enticing to dismiss.Eventually, my curiosity and desperation won out. I needed to know what he was up to, even if it meant facing him again. So, after much hesitation, I messaged Justin, agreeing to meet him at my parentsโ old vacation house.The ride there felt like it took forever, my mind racing with all th
The cafรฉ buzzed with the usual hum of activityโclinking cups, the hiss of the espresso machine, the low murmur of conversations blending into a soothing white noise. Yet, to me, it all felt distant, like I was trapped in a glass box, separated from the world around me. The vibrant chatter, the occasional laughter, the shuffle of footstepsโall of it faded into the background, muffled as if I were submerged underwater.I sat at a small table by the window, my usual spot, but today it felt different. The sun streamed in through the glass, casting a warm glow across the room, yet I couldnโt feel its warmth. My hands trembled as I gripped the cup of coffee in front of me, the ceramic cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the roiling heat inside me. I brought the cup to my lips, but the rich aroma that usually comforted me now did nothing to settle my nerves.I stared into the dark liquid, trying to find some semblance of calm in its depths, but all I saw was the reflection of my own tu
The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light that did little to lift the weight on my shoulders. As I walked along the main road after my frustrating encounter with Regina at the cafรฉ, the anger and frustration still simmered beneath my skin. I needed to talk to someone who would understand, someone who could help me make sense of this mess. Without thinking twice, I pulled out my phone and dialed Aunt Louโs number.โMargarette, is everything alright?โ Aunt Louโs voice was laced with concern the moment she answered.I hesitated, not wanting to worry her, but I couldnโt keep it all bottled up anymore. โAunt Lou, is it okay if I drop by your clinic? I need to talk.โโOf course, dear. Iโm finishing up with my last patient now. Come over, Iโll be here.โโThank you,โ I murmured, relief washing over me. I hung up and flagged down a taxi, my mind already racing ahead to the conversation I knew I had to have.The ride to Aunt Louโs clinic felt longer than usual, th
The days following the incident with Justin and Regina were filled with a tumultuous blend of determination and dread. I kept telling myself that I wouldnโt let them get to me, that I would push forward and secure the victory in the lawsuit. Every morning, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose, reminding myself that I had to prove to Justinโand to myselfโthat I wasnโt someone who would simply surrender to his manipulations.On one such morning, as I descended the stairs, the smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted me, mingling with the faint scent of the flowers Aunt Lou always kept in a vase by the kitchen window. But instead of the usual peaceful start to the day, I was met with an unusual sightโAunt Lou, standing by the living room couch, her hand clutching the phone to her ear, her expression strained. She was talking to someone, and the anxiety etched into her features made my heart skip a beat. I hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, not wanting to intrude, but as Aunt Louโ
The silence in the car was almost suffocating, each of us wrapped up in our own thoughts. I glanced at Uncle George as he drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white against the worn leather. It had been years since Iโd last seen him, and though the circumstances were far from ideal, the wear of time was etched deeply on his face. He looked older, more burdened by the weight of lifeโs unexpected blows.Aunt Lou sat beside him, trying and failing to hide her tears. She dabbed at her eyes with a crumpled tissue, thinking no one noticed. But I did. I saw everythingโthe silent sorrow in the set of her shoulders, the tremor in her hands.I wanted to say something, anything, to ease the tension, but the words just wouldnโt come. Instead, I stared out the window, watching the world blur past, my own emotions a tangled mess that I couldnโt begin to unravel.The car hummed quietly, the sound only amplifying the tension.When we finally arrived a
The morning light filtered through the thin curtains of the hospital room, casting a pale glow on the sterile environment. My heart pounded in my chest, but I tried to push down the nerves as I prepared myself to donate blood for Lena. After a restless night, I knew that this was the least I could do for Aunt Lou and my cousin.The nurse smiled at me as she prepped the needle. "Youโre doing a wonderful thing," she said softly.I forced a smile back, trying to ignore the slight tremor in my hand as I clenched and unclenched it. "Iโm just glad I can help."The donation itself was quick, though the aftermath left me feeling light-headed. The nurse offered me juice and a snack, insisting I rest for a bit, but I was too anxious to stay still. I needed to see Aunt Lou, to make sure she was okay.As I walked out of the donation room, I found Aunt Lou pacing in the hallway, her worry etched into every line of her face. When she saw me, her expression shifted to one of relief, though concern s
The rain was falling again.It always did on days like thisโdays 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 olderโsomething like goodbye.Leon stood behind me. I didnโt have to turn around to feel him there. His presence was familiar now, carved into my skin like muscle memory. Heโd been my gravity, my storm, my salvation, and my ruinโsometimes all at once.โItโs really over, isnโt it?โ I whispered, more to the wind than to him.He didnโt answer right away. His silence was as heavy as the stormclouds above us.โI wanted to fix everything for you,โ he said finally, his voice hoarse, like it had been dragged across a battlefield. โI wanted to give you a life that didnโt hurt.โI closed my eyes. The ache in my chest pulsed with every beat of my heart. โYou did,โ I said. โFor a while, you did.โI heard the crunch
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. โIโm not the same person I was before,โ I said, my voice firm, unwavering. โAnd Iโm not walking away this time.โThe manโs 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 manโs grasp. The force of it sent the man stumbling back, but he didnโt 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. Leonโalways so calm, always so carefulโwas ruthless. He was like a force of nature, determined to protect me at all costs.But the fight wasnโt over yet. The man recovered, his eyes burning with rage. โYou really think youโve won?โ he spat, his voice dripping with venom. โYouโre nothing but a pawn in a game you canโt 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 lifeโmy familyโs betrayer, the one who had orchestrated their deathsโstood there, calmly, as if this was just another night for him.Leonโs grip on my hand tightened, but I didnโt 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 manโheโsmirked, watching us. โYou think this will end well? Youโve no idea what youโre up against. My people are everywhere.โI took a step forward, ignoring Leonโs silent plea to retreat. โYou killed them. And you thought I would be the next one to fall in line?โ My voice was a whisper, but it held a power I hadnโt realized I had. โYou were wrong.โThe manโs 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 fatherโs 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 blueprintsโplans 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 didnโt.N. Vallis.Leon leaned over. โYou know that name?โI shook my head. โNo. But look hereโhe signed off on the project two weeks before my parents died.โLeon pulled out his phone. โIโll run a background check.โI kept flipping through the documentsโand 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 Iโd expected. With the board fully on our side now, the paper trail unraveled like a thread pulled from an old sweaterโeach 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 heโd disappeared into smoke.But Dorian didnโt believe in ghosts. โHeโs hiding,โ he said as he handed me a thick folder. โAnd thisโthis will force him out.โI 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. โLetโs pay him a visit.โThe 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 nearbyโhe hadnโt 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 didnโt 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 weโre desperateโand she used it. I told Mariana to trust me. That this was the only way. God help me, I hope Iโm right.My breath hitched. Marianaโthat was my motherโs 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.โEliseโs father wasnโt bluffing,โ I breathed, my heart hammering. โHe had backup ready.โLeon 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 sharpโa painful reminder that I couldnโt afford to lose control now.โEliseโs father!โ I shouted to Leon. โHeโs escaping!โThrough 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.โGet down!โ Leonโs voice crackled through the earpiece again, but there was no time to obey. I couldnโt allow myself to hesitateโnot now, not when the truth was within reach.I raised my gun, my hands steady despite the chaos unfolding around me. I wasnโt going down without a fight, not after everything I had lost. Not after everything Eliseโs 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 manโs chest. His body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, but the others didnโt 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 hadnโt sleptโnot 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 didnโt need to. The truth had cut so deep, it didnโt leave room for small talk.But I had questions.And I needed answers.โHow long do you think heโs known I survived?โ I finally asked, voice hoarse.Leon didnโt look away from his mug. โLong enough to start covering his tracks. But he didnโt expect the locket to resurface.โMy 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 meโher arm around my tiny shoulders, her smile soft but tired. A photo I hadnโt even remembered until last night.โHe killed her,โ I whispered. โHe killed my father. For what? A project?โโNot just a project,โ