The hours after Leon's departure felt like an eternity. Each tick of the clock echoed in the quiet mansion, a reminder of the time slipping away. The flash drive in my hand felt heavier with every passing minute, as if it held the weight of our entire future.I tried to distract myself by checking on Olivia, who was sitting quietly in the guest room, her face pale but determined. We exchanged a few words, but the tension in the air made conversation difficult. We both knew what was at stake.The night wore on, the oppressive silence broken only by the occasional creak of the house settling. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios, each more terrifying than the last. I kept reminding myself that Leon was strong, resourceful, and had faced danger before. But this time felt different. The stakes were higher, and the risks were greater.Around midnight, just as I was beginning to doze off, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I jolted awake, heart pounding as I snatched it up, praying it
The urgency in Leon’s voice sent a jolt of adrenaline through me, he turned my phone off and destroyed something like chip processor inside. “I’m sorry, I had to destroy it so they couldn’t track your location where we are headed. Now go get your things.”There was no time to process the fear that gripped me. I jumped to my feet, sprinting down the hallway to alert Olivia and Alexa. My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of the situation pressing down on me.Olivia was in the doorway, her hands shaking as approached us. She looked up in surprise as I said. “We have to go now!” I said, my voice trembling. “They’ve tricked me by tracing our location through a call. They’ll be here any minute from now so we have to leave immediately before they catches us.”Her eyes widened in fear, but she nodded quickly, rushing to grab her things. I dashed to the guest room where Alexa was resting. She was already on her feet, sensing something was wrong. “What’s happening?” she asked, her voice tigh
When Iva finally arrived, I couldn’t help but feel the pit of jealousy deepen. My intuition was right. She was…well, exactly what I feared. Voluptuous curves, a statuesque figure, legs that went on for days, and those eyes—bright, striking green like shards of emeralds. The kind of eyes that demanded attention and never went unnoticed. And her chest? God, I could barely keep myself from glaring at the way her blouse hugged her chest. They were massive. It was ridiculous.‘This’… I thought to myself, feeling a flush creep into my cheeks, ‘this is the kind of woman Leon befriends?’“Prosecutor Iva, thanks for coming.” The moment Leon mentioned her name—Prosecutor Iva Delgado—I felt it.It was like a knot tightening in my stomach, an unspoken tension I couldn't shake off. Why did he say it with that tone, like there was something more? I tried to dismiss the creeping feelings, reminding myself that this was about strategy, not emotions. But when Leon looked me in the eyes and reassu
As Leon held me close, the tension between us remained, unspoken but tangible. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, his steady heartbeat reverberating through my chest. And yet, the doubt clung to me, whispering insecurities that I couldn’t quite silence. Was I being irrational? Maybe. But rationality had never been a strong suit when emotions were involved.Leon pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “You sure you’re okay?” His voice was gentle, almost cautious.I forced another smile, trying to bury the jealousy that was clawing its way to the surface. “Yeah. Just a lot on my mind, I guess.”He nodded, but I could see the flicker of doubt in his gaze. He knew me too well. Still, he didn’t press further, instead offering a soft kiss on my forehead before stepping away. “We should head back inside. There’s still a lot to go over with Iva.”There it was again—her name, like a needle pricking my skin. I nodded, unable to trust myself to speak without betraying my em
After the meeting that night, Leon retreated to his study with Iva to finalize some details, and I could hear the low hum of their voices through the door. Alexa had gone to bed earlier.My body was restless, my thoughts loud and chaotic but sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. The door to Leon’s study creaked open, and I quickly straightened up, trying to appear as though I hadn’t been obsessing over whatever they had talked about. Leon stepped out first, rubbing the back of his neck, looking tired. Iva followed close behind, her sharp eyes landing on me briefly before flickering away.“We’ve made some progress,” Leon said, his voice a little hoarse from hours of talking. “Iva’s going to meet with the judge tomorrow to present our case.”Iva gave me a quick, tight smile. “It’s a long shot, but if we can push the timeline forward, we might be able to stop Justin from making any advantages against you regarding the lawsuit.”Leon’s eyes were on me, watching for a reaction. I nod
The courtroom had an oppressive air, thick with tension as I stepped inside. The scent of polished wood and the low murmur of voices filled the space. I adjusted my blazer, feeling its tightness around my shoulders—a physical reminder of the weight I carried today. Attorney Jack Sanchez greeted me with a firm handshake, his presence calm but commanding. He was tall, with salt-and-pepper hair and sharp eyes that held a glint of reassurance. I had never met him before today, but knowing that Leon trusted him enough to volunteer for my case gave me some comfort."Margarette," Jack said, his voice steady. "Leon’s told me a lot about you. We’re going to get through this. I’ve looked over the evidence, and we have a strong case.""Thank you," I managed, my throat tight with nerves. "I appreciate you being here."He smiled, but it was professional—a man who knew the battle we were walking into. As Jack headed inside the courtroom to get things ready, I felt a presence beside me. Iva, who ha
As the day wore on, I could feel the weight of the courtroom pressing down on me. The courtroom felt like a war zone—each word a bullet, each testimony a weapon drawn. I could feel every breath, every heartbeat echoing in the heavy silence as Justin sat on the witness stand, still smug despite the damning evidence we had. The smell of leather and old wood filled my nose, and the harsh fluorescent lights above cast long shadows across the room.Iva sat next to me, a quiet but strong presence, her green eyes sharp as she watched every move Justin made. Despite her support, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that gnawed at me, that sense of doubt and jealousy from before. But right now, I had to bury that. This wasn’t about Iva or my insecurities. This was about justice—for me, for my family and the people who had been affected by it.Justin leaned back in his chair, casually, as if this was just another day at his office, not a court case that could send him to prison. His arrogance
The courtroom buzzed with tension as the judge called for a recess. I stood, my legs shaky beneath me, and made my way toward the hallway. I needed air. I needed space to think.As I pushed through the doors, I felt a hand on my arm. I turned, expecting to see Leon, but instead found Iva standing there, her expression unreadable."Margarette," she said softly, her voice cutting through the chaos of my thoughts, "you did great today."I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if I believed her. “It’s not over yet.”“No,” she agreed, “but you held your own. That’s what matters.”I forced a smile, trying to push the jealousy down again. “Thanks, Iva.”She hesitated, as if she wanted to say something more, but before she could, the doors swung open and Jack emerged, his face grim.“We need to talk, Ms. Margarette” he said, his voice low. “There’s been a development.”I stared at Jack, his expression heavy with something more than just the weariness of the courtroom. My heart picked up speed, my mind