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.
After the party had settled down and the house had quieted, I wandered into the kitchen, where Aunt Lou and Letty were busy with the dishes. Despite the tiredness from the long day, they were still chatting and laughing softly as they worked. I smiled, feeling a warm sense of contentment, but I couldn’t help offering to help.“Let me help,” I insisted, stepping toward the sink.Aunt Lou waved me off with her signature motherly look. “We’re almost done, child. There’s no need.”I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. “You say that, but it looks like you’ve still got half the kitchen to clean up.”Letty giggled, handing me a towel. “Here, you can dry the plates if you insist.”I took the towel with a playful huff and started wiping down the dishes Letty handed me. The familiar rhythm of household chores, along with their presence, felt comforting after such an emotionally charged day.“So, Marga,” Letty started with a mischievous glint in her eye. “How are things going with you and Leon
After that emotional moment with Leon, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, like the storm of doubt had passed, at least for now. He kissed my temple softly, and I leaned in against his chest, feeling his warmth. I was just thankful for his presence, his strength and most of all and the important thing, was his patience. We stayed like that for a moment longer, just the two of us with aunt Lou and letty in our little bubble.Then Aunt Lou cleared her throat, breaking the silence. “Well, I think that’s my cue to head to bed,” she said with a knowing smile. “Come on, Letty, let’s give these two lovebirds some privacy.”Letty grinned, winking at me before grabbing the towel from the table. “Don’t stay up too late,” she teased. “You two have a lot of catching up to do.” I shot her a playful glare, but the warmth in her voice made me smile. It felt good to be surrounded by family, especially with everything going on.Once they were out of the kitchen, Leon took my hand and led me towards
Leon had left early that morning to meet with Jack, and I couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that lingered after our conversation. He’d insisted that I stay behind, reassuring me that he’d feel more at ease if he knew I was safe inside the house. I understood his concern—after all, Justin was still out there, and we had uncovered more than enough to make him dangerous—but I couldn’t help feeling a little stifled. I wandered through the quiet house, feeling like I was a guest in my own life. Eventually, I found Aunt Lou in the kitchen, bustling about as she prepared breakfast with Letty.“Good morning,” I said, stepping into the kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes filled the air, but I didn’t feel hungry. Aunt Lou looked up and smiled warmly. “Morning, Marga. How are you feeling?”I forced a smile, not wanting to worry her. “I’m fine. Just… a little restless, I guess.”Letty glanced over from the stove, where she was flipping pancakes. “Can’t blame you for that.
After Leon and I shared that quiet moment, the tension in my chest began to ease. What he told me had taken concrete steps to protect me and keep Justin at bay filled me with a sense of hope. I felt like perhaps we could start reclaiming our freedom once again. But as much as I wanted to relax, I knew that the battle wasn’t over yet. There was still the ongoing lawsuit, the looming divorce, and the constant fear that Justin wasn’t going to just disappear. The restraining order was a good start, but I couldn’t help but feel uneasy about how desperate Justin might become.Later that evening, after dinner, Leon and I sat together on the couch in the living room. The soft glow of the fireplace filled the room with warmth, but I could still sense the unspoken tension between us. I leaned against him, my head resting on his shoulder as we watched the flames flicker."Leon," I said softly, breaking the silence.He glanced down at me, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. "What is i
As I sat on the edge of the bed, my thoughts spiraled back to the call I’d received from Justin earlier that morning. His voice had been neutral and bothered me. Justin had to bother calling me so that he could say that he wanted to meet. Part of me knew it was a terrible idea—a trap, maybe—but another part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that meeting with him might somehow lead to a resolution. It made me wonder if this nightmare could really end with just one conversation.I knew Leon would be furious if he found out. He’d gone to such lengths to protect me, keeping me under watch and making sure I was never alone. His elite security was always one step behind, keeping a close eye on my every move. Escaping their notice wasn’t going to be easy. But the idea of finally confronting Justin gnawed at me. What if I could end this? What if all it took was talking things out?The complexity of getting caught before I even had the chance to meet Justin weighed heavily on me. One wrong m
As Justin disappeared from view, I sat there for a moment, my heart still pounding. The conversation had left me with more questions than answers, and the way he spoke about Leon made me uneasy. Could there really be something Leon was hiding from me? No. Justin was just trying to manipulate me, to plant seeds of doubt.I needed to get out of here.Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed a number. Not Leon—not yet. I needed some time to process everything before I involved him. Instead, I called Aunt Lou, hoping to regroup without any suspicion."Aunt Lou?" I said when she picked up. "I’m... I’m just going to catch a ride back. You go on without me.""Are you okay, Marga?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "You sound off.""I’m fine," I lied. "Just needed some air."She paused for a second but finally responded, "All right, dear. Just be careful."I hung up and slipped out of the café, making sure to keep a low profile. I wasn’t far from the grocery stor
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