The courtroom air was thick with tension as Laura Oviedo took the stand. I could already feel the anger bubbling up in my chest before she even opened her mouth. She was Justin's last-ditch effort, his final weapon to tear me down. I had known it was coming, but nothing could have prepared me for the lies that were about to spill from her mouth.Laura sat there, calm and collected, a perfect picture of false sincerity. Her eyes flicked toward me, cold and calculating, and then she began to speak."Miss Margarette was never satisfied with the life Justin provided for her," Laura said, her voice steady and dripping with false concern. "She was always spending money on extravagant things, taking trips, buying expensive clothes. And... well, she often took items from Madam Victoria’s personal collection. Jewelry, mostly."My fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms. Jewelry? She was accusing me of stealing jewelry? I could barely process the absurdity of it. But it wasn’t just th
As we walked out of the infirmary and back toward the courtroom, all eyes turned toward me. Justin’s smirk faltered for just a second, and I knew—he wasn’t expecting me to come back this strong.My steps slow and deliberate, my pulse steadying with every breath. The noise of the crowd hushed as they noticed me return. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, but I kept mine focused on the front. Justin, still seated confidently, glanced my way, but this time there was something different in his eyes—something uneasy. He didn’t expect me to come back after that.Good. Let him doubt.I sat back down beside Jack, feeling the heat of Iva’s reassuring presence next to me. Jack gave me a quick nod as the judge re-entered, signaling that the recess was over. The courtroom slowly fell silent again, and it was time for Laura’s testimony to continue."Ms. Oviedo," Jack said, standing and approaching the witness stand with a calmness that made me feel stronger just watching him, "We’ve heard your v
The soft hum of the car engine blended into the quiet evening as Leon and I drove home from the courthouse.My thoughts, however, were far from the comforting sound of the engine. I kept replaying the courtroom drama in my head—Laura’s false testimony, Justin’s smug face, the looming fear of what might happen next. My heart felt like it was trapped in a vice, and no matter how much I tried to calm myself, the anxiety just keeps on consuming me slowly making me sunk deep within this web.It wasn’t until Leon abruptly altered our rought, I suppose he must have noticed. His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him glance over at me several times, before he unexpectedly turn away from the main road.I blinked, startled out of my thoughts."Where are we going?" I asked, realizing that we were no longer heading toward our house.Leon didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulled into a small parking lot and stopped in front of a brightly lit
The drive home after our unexpected ice cream stop was quieter, but not in an uncomfortable way. I felt lighter, the burden of the courtroom tension momentarily pushed aside. Leon’s hand rested on the gear shift, close enough to mine that his presence was a reassuring warmth. Even though my thoughts still lingered on Justin and his potential for violence, Leon’s words had done their job. I trusted him. I had to.We pulled into the driveway, the house looming in the dim light. As we stepped out of the car, the cool night air wrapped around us, bringing with it a sense of finality, as if the day’s battles were finally behind us."I think I just need to sleep," I muttered, more to myself than to Leon as we walked up to the front door. But before I could reach for the handle, Leon caught my wrist gently."Margarette." His voice was low, serious, and it stopped me in my tracks. I turned to face him, my heart suddenly thumping faster in my chest."What is it?" I asked, searching his face.
The following day, Leon took me out for lunch like we normally do. But for some reason, however, Leon had been quiet throughout our lunch, a knowing smile playing on his lips every time I asked where he was taking me next. I could sense something mischievous brewing, but as usual, he refused to give anything away. Finally, after what felt like forever, the car stopped in front of an elegant boutique. The name was embossed in gold across the large windows, reflecting the midday sun like something out of a dream. A luxury bridal shop."Leon..." I turned to him, my eyebrows raised in surprise. "What are we doing here?"He smiled and got out of the car, walking around to open my door. "You’ll see," he said, offering his hand. I took it, still confused but intrigued.We walked inside, and the soft chime of the bell above the door welcomed us into a world of pure elegance. Gowns of every shape and fabric lined the walls, each more beautiful than the last. My heart skipped a beat."Leon, w
As Leon kissed me deeply, his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. The heat between us was intense, and I could feel the world melting away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment. His lips traveled from my mouth to my neck, soft but insistent, each kiss making my heart race a little faster.I pressed my hands against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. The way he looked at me—like I was the only person who mattered—made everything else fade into the background."You drive me crazy," he murmured against my skin, his voice low and filled with desire. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine. "Do you know that?"I laughed softly, breathless from the intensity of his touch. "I think it goes both ways," I teased, feeling a rush of warmth spread through me. There was something so magnetic about Leon, something that made me feel both exhilarated and completely safe at the same time.His hand slid up my back, sending shiv
My breath hitched, and for a moment, I froze in place. What was she doing here? Of all the places, of all the moments...Regina, with her perfectly styled hair and cold, calculating eyes, was walking straight toward me. Her expression didn’t falter as she recognized me, and I felt the unease bubbling up in my chest."Oh what an unlucky day to come across you here, Margarette," she greeted me coolly, her lips curving into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes."Likewise, Regina, likewise" I replied, my voice strained as I tried to remain calm. I wasn’t expecting this encounter. Not here, not now."What a surprise seeing you here. Window shopping, I assume? I mean, no offense, I doubt you even have any money left what you had taken from the Montefalcos." she asked, her tone deceptively casual as her eyes scanned me, taking in every detail.I swallowed hard. "Actually, I just pick up a new phone."Regina raised an eyebrow. "Oh, how lovely. Always the simple pleasures, hmm?"I bristled at her
As soon as we stepped through the door, Leon's lips were on mine, hot and demanding. His hands roamed my body, and I could feel the fire between us building with every passing second. The entire world melted away; it was just me and him, caught in a bubble of desire and passion.I had my arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him back just as fiercely, completely lost in the moment. His fingers skimmed down my back, making me shiver with anticipation, when suddenly—POP!I froze. Leon pulled away abruptly, his body tensing as the house filled with the sound of popping confetti and the echo of excited voices. My eyes flew open, and my heart stopped in my chest as the lights came on.
The night was deceptively peaceful. The city lights stretched far beyond the penthouse windows, illuminating a world that had no idea of the chaos brewing beneath the surface.Leon stood by the window, his sleeves rolled up, his jaw clenched in quiet contemplation. He hadn’t said much since our meeting at the club.I knew why.We had allies now, but it wasn’t enough.We needed more.“Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours,” I said, stepping closer.Leon’s fingers tightened around the glass in his hand. “There’s a war coming, Margarette. And I don’t know if I can keep you safe through it.”I scoffed. “You’re still underestimating me?”His jaw ticked. “No. I just—” He exhaled sharply, turning to face me. “I can’t lose you.”The words hit harder than they should have.I swallowed, pushing down the sudden rush of emotion. “Then don’t.”Leon studied me for a long moment, his eyes dark and unreadable. Then, before I could react, he pulled me flush against him, his lips capturing mine
By the next morning, the fallout had already begun.Leon and I sat in his penthouse, reviewing the reports pouring in from our contacts. Calloway’s operation had taken a major hit—his Russian allies were furious, his supply lines were compromised, and his reputation was crumbling.But we both knew it wasn’t over.Calloway wouldn’t take this loss lying down.Leon’s fingers drummed against the table, his jaw tight. “He’ll retaliate.”I nodded. “It’s just a matter of when.”Leon’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then answered with a clipped, “What?”A pause.Then his expression darkened.“When?” he demanded.Another pause.“Where is she now?”I sat up straighter, sensing the shift in his energy.Then Leon cursed under his breath and ended the call.“What happened?” I asked.He stood, already grabbing his keys. “Alexa was taken.”My blood ran cold. “By Calloway?”Leon’s jaw clenched. “Looks like it.”I shot up from my seat. “Then let’s go get her.”Alexa’s location was traced to a
The ride back to the penthouse was silent, tension thick in the air. Leon drove with one hand on the wheel, the other gripping his gun. His jaw was locked, his eyes dark.I knew that look.He was planning. Calculating.“Calloway just declared war,” I murmured, watching the city lights blur past the windshield.Leon exhaled sharply. “He did more than that. He underestimated us.”I studied his profile—the controlled rage simmering beneath his calm demeanor. He wasn’t just angry. He was ready to make a move.“We need to hit back,” I said.Leon’s grip tightened. “We will.”His phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then tossed it onto the dashboard. “My father.”“Answer it,” I urged.Leon let out a slow breath before pressing the call button. “Yeah?”His father’s voice was sharp. “I assume you’re still alive.”Leon smirked. “Disappointed?”A pause. Then, “Get to the estate. Now.”The line went dead.Leon exhaled through his nose, tossing his phone onto his lap. “That’s never a good sign.”I lean
Days passed, but the unease in Leon hadn’t faded. He kept himself busy, making calls, arranging meetings, tightening security. I watched him closely, noting the way his shoulders carried an unseen weight. His father’s sudden reappearance had unsettled him more than he let on.One evening, as we lay in bed, I turned to him, brushing my fingers over his chest. “Leon, talk to me.”He exhaled, his arm tightening around me. “It’s nothing.”I propped myself up on my elbow, searching his face. “It’s not nothing. You’re restless. You barely sleep.”His jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he would brush me off again. But then, he spoke.“When I was younger, my father used to tell me that in our world, loyalty is everything,” he said, his voice low. “But he also told me that loyalty is never free—it’s bought, traded, or forced.”I frowned. “You think he came back because he wants something from you?”Leon nodded. “My father has never been a man who does things without a reason. If he’s he
The days following Leon’s proposal felt like a dream—soft, golden, and filled with an unshakable sense of peace. I caught myself staring at the ring on my finger more often than I cared to admit, the weight of it both grounding and exhilarating.We didn’t rush into planning the wedding. Instead, we let ourselves be, relishing in this new phase of our relationship. The world outside our home was still chaotic, filled with unfinished battles and uncertain futures, but in this—in us—there was certainty.One evening, as we lay tangled together on the couch, Leon traced patterns on my bare shoulder, his voice a low murmur against my skin. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”I turned my head to look at him, our faces inches apart. “Something I’ve never told anyone?”He nodded. “Something real.”I swallowed, considering. There were so many pieces of me I’d kept hidden—fears, dreams, scars that hadn’t fully healed. But with Leon, there was no need for walls.“I used to be afraid of
The days at the beach house were fleeting, but they imprinted themselves onto my soul like ink on paper—permanent, unshakable.Leon and I spent our time wrapped in each other, the world outside forgotten. We cooked together, danced in the kitchen barefoot, made love under the moonlight, and talked about everything we had never had the chance to say before.One evening, after a long walk along the shore, we sat on the wooden deck of the house, our legs tangled beneath a thick blanket. The waves hummed in the background, their rhythm as steady as the beating of my heart.Leon turned to me, his fingers tracing circles on my thigh. “What do you want the future to look like, Margarette?”I leaned my head against his shoulder. “This. Just more of this.”He smiled, kissing the top of my head. “No big dreams? No wild ambitions?”I laughed softly. “I think I’ve spent so much of my life chasing things—justice, revenge, security. And now, all I want is peace.”His hand found mine beneath the bla
The days after our engagement were a blur of quiet moments and soft laughter—normalcy in a way I had never truly experienced before. Leon and I settled into a rhythm that felt natural, like we had been doing this forever.One evening, we were sprawled out on the couch, my legs draped over his lap as he absentmindedly traced circles on my ankle. A movie played in the background, but neither of us was paying attention.“You know,” Leon mused, tilting his head toward me, “we should probably start thinking about where we want to live.”I blinked. “What’s wrong with where we live now?”He chuckled. “Nothing, but… don’t you want something that’s ours? A place we choose together?”The idea settled in my chest, warm and unfamiliar. I had always been so focused on surviving that I had never considered what it would mean to truly build something with him.“You already have a place in mind, don’t you?” I narrowed my eyes.He smirked. “Maybe.”I sighed dramatically. “Of course you do. Go on then,
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