"Margarette, are you ready? We don’t 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. Justin’s lawsuit against me was hanging over my head like a dark cloud, and I knew I couldn’t 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 didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Don’t worry, Margarette. Whatever happens today, you’ve got me by your side."I nodded, grateful for her presence. Aunt Lou had always been my rock, especially after everythin
I couldn’t shake the unease that gnawed at me as I stared at Justin’s text. Meeting him wasn’t something I wanted to do, not after everything he’d put me through. But as much as I hated the idea, I couldn’t 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 parents’ old vacation house.The ride there felt like it took forever, my mind racing with all th
The café buzzed with the usual hum of activity—clinking 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 footsteps—all 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 couldn’t 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 café, 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 Lou’s number.“Margarette, is everything alright?” Aunt Lou’s voice was laced with concern the moment she answered.I hesitated, not wanting to worry her, but I couldn’t keep it all bottled up anymore. “Aunt Lou, is it okay if I drop by your clinic? I need to talk.”“Of course, dear. I’m finishing up with my last patient now. Come over, I’ll be here.”“Thank you,” 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 Lou’s 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 wouldn’t 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 Justin—and to myself—that I wasn’t 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 sight—Aunt 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 Lou’
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 I’d 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 life’s 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 everything—the 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 wouldn’t come. Instead, I stared out the window, watching the world blur past, my own emotions a tangled mess that I couldn’t 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. "You’re 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. "I’m 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
"I feel fine," I insisted as Leon and I were arguing that I wanted to go and take turns with Aunt Lou to look after Lena. Aunt Lou must be pretty exhausted now and would need my help inside the ICU.But Leon was being stubborn into telling me that I needed to rest more. This was one reason I didn’t want him here, he could be over frantic than I was over my body. I still know myself better when I feel unwell."You're not fine," Leon countered softly. "You nearly fainted earlier. You scared the hell out of me, you know that?"His words brought back the hazy memory of collapsing in his arms, the world spinning around me. "I didn't mean to worry you."Leon sighed, his fingers tracing small circles on the back of my hand. "I know you didn't. But you need to take care of yourself too."Before I could respond, the door creaked open, and Aunt Lou rushed in, her face a mixture of relief and worry. "Oh, Margarette! Thank God you're okay," she exclaimed, hurrying to my side."Aunt Lou," I began,
I hated the way he did that.Leaving just enough of an impression to keep me tangled in his web, forcing me to dwell on his words long after he was gone. It was infuriating. And the worst part? A small, treacherous part of me was starting to believe him.I own every part of you.I shook my head, pushing the thought aside.Not if I had anything to say about it.Still, I needed to figure out my next move. Thiago was playing a long game, and I refused to be caught off guard again. If I wanted any chance of slipping out from under his control, I had to think ahead.I grabbed my phone and dialed Lucia.She picked up on the second ring. “Bridgette, finally! I’ve been waiting for you to call.”I exhaled. “Yeah, sorry. Things have been… complicated.”“No kidding.” Lucia lowered her voice. “I did some digging while you were away. The stock for Bermudez Group is still stable, but there are whispers about an internal shake-up. Whatever Thiago’s planning, it’s big.”I frowned. “Define ‘big.’”“Po
The weight of Leon’s words pressed down on me. He just put a price on your head.I had expected retaliation, but a bounty? That was another level of danger entirely.Leon was already moving. He grabbed his coat and checked his gun, his movements controlled but urgent. “We need to leave. Now.”I forced myself to stay calm. “Where are we going?”“Somewhere Nathan’s men won’t find us.”Elise, who had just stepped out of the guest room, paled. “Wait—you’re running?”Leon shot her a sharp look. “We’re regrouping.”I exhaled, my mind racing. “We can’t just disappear. If we run, Nathan will see it as confirmation that we’re a threat. He’ll only push harder.”Leon’s jaw clenched. “And if we stay, you’ll end up with a bullet in your skull.”Elise swallowed. “If Nathan wants her dead, there’s no hiding. He has eyes everywhere.”Leon turned to me. “She’s right. We need to be smart about this.”I hated the idea of leaving, of running, but I wasn’t reckless. If Leon thought we needed to move, I tr
Nathan’s presence sent a wave of cold dread through my veins, but I didn’t let it show.Elise stiffened beside me, her fingers tightening around the stem of her wine glass. She had been careful, meticulous. But somehow, Nathan had still found out.I kept my voice even. “Nathan. You surprised me.”His lips curled into a smirk. “Did I?”Leon’s voice was sharp in my earpiece. “Margarette, if you don’t walk out of there in the next thirty seconds, I’m coming in.”I ignored him.Instead, I tilted my head, keeping my expression carefully neutral. “We were just having a conversation.”Nathan’s gaze flicked to Elise. “I’m sure you were.”Elise swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “Nathan, don’t—”“Don’t what?” He stepped further into the room, his posture relaxed but his presence suffocating. “Don’t remind you where your loyalty should lie?”The tension crackled like static electricity.I knew I had two options: play innocent or go on the offensive.I chose the latter.“You’re worried,” I sai
The ride home from the gala was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Leon’s hand rested on my thigh, his thumb tracing absentminded circles against my skin. It was grounding, a silent reassurance that he was here—that he wasn’t going anywhere.Still, my mind spun.Elise’s warning lingered. If her father suspected something, it meant our window of opportunity was closing.Leon’s voice broke through my thoughts. “You’re thinking too much.”I turned to find him watching me, his eyes dark in the dim car.I sighed. “I can’t help it.”His fingers tightened slightly, his grip firm but gentle. “We’ll figure it out.”I swallowed hard, nodding. “I know.”Silence settled between us again, but this time, it was different. Charged.Maybe it was the adrenaline from the gala, or maybe it was just the way Leon looked at me—like he could see straight through the walls I tried so hard to keep up.By the time we got home, I felt like I was carrying too much inside me—too many thoughts, too many emotions.And L
I woke up to the sound of rain still pattering against the windows. The weight of the blankets was warm, comforting, but it was the presence beside me that truly made me hesitate before opening my eyes.Leon.His arm was draped over my waist, his body pressed against mine as if he belonged there—as if he had always belonged there. I could feel his steady breaths against the back of my neck, the rise and fall of his chest in sync with mine.Last night hadn't been a dream.I swallowed, my heart hammering against my ribs.No more running.Leon stirred behind me, shifting slightly before his arm tightened, pulling me closer. His voice was thick with sleep when he murmured, “You’re awake.”I nodded, but didn’t turn to face him. “Yeah.”A pause. Then, his fingers brushed over my wrist, tracing absent patterns against my skin. “Regrets?”I exhaled slowly. “No.”Another pause.“But I’m terrified.”Leon shifted then, pushing up on one elbow. I felt his gaze on me before I finally turned to mee
Nathan Calloway’s face twisted with rage as he realized the game was over. His men were dropping like flies, either taken down by Dorian’s gunfire or surrendering to the federal agents swarming the street. The blue and red flashes of FBI vehicles painted the alley in sharp, jagged streaks of light.He was cornered.I could see it in his stance—the way his fingers twitched toward his gun, his mind calculating, scrambling for a way out.There wasn’t one.Leon stood beside me, his gun still raised, but his grip relaxed. He had already decided Nathan wasn’t worth another bullet.But I wasn’t so sure.“Looks like you’re out of moves,” I said, stepping forward.Nathan’s sharp gaze cut to me, and for a moment, I saw something flicker in his eyes. Not fear. Not regret.Amusement.“You think this is over?” he muttered, shaking his head. Then, slowly, he smiled.A slow, deliberate, knowing smile.The kind that made my stomach clench.Then he turned to Elise.“Elise,” he said smoothly, like we w
Nathan Calloway had always exuded a quiet menace, the kind that made people instinctively lower their gaze and step aside. But today, he didn’t bother with subtlety. He stood in my path like a hunter savoring his victory, his dark suit crisp, his expression one of smug satisfaction.“Margarette,” he said smoothly, like we were old friends. “Going somewhere?”I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to keep my expression neutral. My heart was pounding, but I couldn’t let him see my fear.“I was just leaving,” I said, stepping sideways.He moved with me, blocking my way. Behind him, two of his men stood by the black car, watching. Waiting.“Now, now,” Nathan murmured, tilting his head. “Let’s not make this difficult. We both know how this ends.”A cold rush of adrenaline flooded my veins. I could fight. I could run. But neither would get me far.Leon’s voice came through my earpiece, low and urgent. “Margarette, I’m coming. Stall.”I swallowed. “If you know everything, why are yo
Elise Grant was a woman born into privilege, but privilege came with its own kind of chains. She had spent her life learning how to play the game, but now she was realizing that the rules had changed—and I was the one rewriting them.I watched her disappear into the fog, but I knew she wouldn't be able to walk away from this. Not entirely. People like Elise didn’t just sit back and watch their world collapse—they fought, even when they didn’t know who the real enemy was yet.Leon let out a quiet sigh, his fingers flexing against his side. "She’s going to struggle with this."Dorian smirked. "Good. People make the best decisions when they think they don’t have any other choice."I pulled my coat tighter around me. The air was damp, the salty ocean breeze mixing with the lingering scent of gasoline from the fishing boats docked nearby. "She’s going to reach out again soon."Leon’s gaze flicked to me. "How can you be so sure?""Because she’s smart," I said simply. "And because she’s terr
The wind whipped through my hair as I watched Elise disappear into the night. A thrill ran through me, a mix of victory and anticipation. She had taken the bait, but we weren’t in the clear yet. Not by a long shot.Leon and Dorian flanked me, their expressions unreadable. The three of us stood in silence for a beat, the ocean waves crashing against the wooden pier below us.“She’s scared,” Dorian finally muttered, lighting a cigarette. The flame illuminated his sharp features for a moment before fading into the night. “Which is good. Fear makes people predictable.”Leon’s gaze remained fixed on the path Elise had taken. His jaw clenched, his thoughts miles ahead of us. “Fear also makes people desperate.”I turned to him. “You think she’ll run to her father?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifted his stance, slipping his hands into the pockets of his coat. “Not immediately. She’s smart enough to know that if she tips him off too soon, she’s collateral damage.”I nodded. “The