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 tension between Leon and me hung in the air long after our conversation ended. He had left the room, and I sat alone, staring at the spot where he’d knelt in front of me, asking for my trust. I wanted to give it to him, but Justin’s words kept circling in my mind, taunting me.Was Leon protecting me, or was he protecting himself?Hours passed, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bigger was at play. The shadows of the house felt heavier than usual, like they were holding secrets I wasn’t meant to uncover. I needed to get some fresh air, clear my head, and think without Leon hovering nearby.I grabbed my jacket and quietly slipped out the back door. The night was cool, the breeze soft against my skin as I stepped into the garden. The moon hung low in the sky, casting long, eerie shadows over the grass. I walked aimlessly for a few minutes, trying to piece together what Leon had said."He’ll only try to manipulate you, Margarette, you can’t trust anything he says."I wra
It had been days since I secretly met up with Justin, and even though it was supposed to be a closed chapter in my mind, I couldn’t shake the nagging thought that perhaps there was another way to end this nightmare—and that could possibly happen if Justin would really take down the lawsuit and give me back my parent’s property.However, every single time I thought about it, guilt gnawed at me. Leon was doing everything he could, and I had gone behind his back. He deserved better.The following day, Prosecutor Iva, had come over earlier to go over the evidence we had submitted to court. As we all sat in the living room, the discussion felt tense yet hopeful. Iva was determined, confident even, as she spoke about the next step—a trap for Justin. “We’ll need to catch him in the act,” Iva said, her sharp eyes moving between Leon and me. “We’ve got enough to build a case, but an entrapment operation would seal the plan.”Leon nodded, his expression grim but trusting. “I’m counting on you
On the next day, the reality of what I had suspected gnawed at me like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Each morning, I would wake up thinking about it, wondering if I should tell Leon, but then I’d push the thought away. There was too much going on. Too many things at stake. Between the mounting pressure with Justin, the entrapment operation, and the weight of everything Leon had taken on, I just couldn’t add to his stress. He was already doing everything he could for me. How could I throw something like this on top of it all?The night at the restaurant kept replaying in my head—those few nauseating bites of caviar, the moment in the bathroom when I realized my period was late. My stomach twisted every time I thought about it. It was so obvious now, but I’d been too wrapped up in the chaos around us to even notice.Still, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. Not yet.Instead, I did my best to act normal. I pretended everything was fine, even when I was hit with waves of nausea througho
The secret of my pregnancy weighed heavier on me with each passing day. I found myself caught between the desperate urge to tell Leon the truth and the paralyzing fear of adding more to his already overflowing plate. He was dealing with so much—Justin, the lawsuits, the entrapment operation—and I couldn’t bear the thought of burdening him even further.I often rehearsed the conversation in my head, thinking about how I’d tell him. Every time I worked up the courage, something would hold me back. What if he felt trapped? What if the added stress broke him? I couldn’t shake the thought that keeping this secret was my way of protecting him, of giving him one less thing to worry about.It wasn’t until that afternoon, when Leon suggested we go out for lunch, that things began to spiral in a way I couldn’t control.“Want to go get some lunch,” Leon had said, flashing me one of his warm, reassuring smiles. “I figured that perhaps, I need to take you out more often. I understand that being he
LEON’S POVI was staring at the empty hallway, the dim lights flickering in the distance, for like nearly an hour now as I waited for Margarette to return. She had gone to the restroom over an hour ago, and each minute that passed gnawed at me with an increasing sense of unease. Well, maybe because this wasn’t like Marga. Any normal person wouldn’t be at the bathroom for more than an hour just to pee. And knowing Margarette, she wasn’t the type that would stay long in public bathroom either.I checked my watch again, impatience growing into full-blown worry. My gut twisted, sending alarms through my body. Something was wrong. Without wasting another second, I stood up from our table at the restaurant and made my way to the restroom where she said she'd be. I knocked lightly on the door, calling out her name. No response. “Margarette?” My voice was steady, but inside I was unraveling. I knocked again, harder this time. Still nothing.I pushed the door open, but the restroom was empt
The next time I woke, I was in an unfamiliar room.Soft, golden light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. The air smelled of antiseptic and fresh linen. My body ached, a dull, pulsing pain radiating from my side, but the sharp agony from before had dulled to something more manageable.I turned my head slightly and found Leon sitting in a chair beside the bed. His elbows rested on his knees, his hands clasped together, as if he’d been keeping vigil for hours. His shirt was wrinkled, stained with my blood. His face was unreadable, but his eyes—dark and stormy—held an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.“You’re awake.” His voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the relief in it.I swallowed, my throat dry. “Where are we?”“A safe house,” Leon answered, leaning forward. “One of mine. Dorian’s securing the perimeter. You needed medical attention, but a hospital wasn’t an option. Too risky.”I nodded slowly, my mind still catching up. The last
Gunfire tore through the air, glass raining down around us as we hit the ground. The sharp sound of bullets striking wood and metal sent my heart into a frantic rhythm. Leon grabbed me, shielding my body as we crawled behind the heavy oak desk.“Dorian?” Leon’s voice was sharp, controlled despite the chaos.“I’m fine,” Dorian called from behind a toppled chair. He moved fast, drawing his gun and firing two precise shots toward the broken windows. A pained grunt told us he had hit his mark.Vincent, the smug bastard, was still in his chair, completely unbothered by the attack.“This is cute,” he mused, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “But you should know by now—I never play fair.”Leon turned his gun on him. “Call them off.”Vincent only smiled.I gritted my teeth. “Damn it, Vincent, this isn’t a game! Who the hell is shooting at us?”The door burst open, and three armed men stormed in.Dorian moved first. He lunged at the closest attacker, his blade flashing in the dim light. The m
Darkness swallowed me whole.For a moment, I thought I was dead. The gunshot still rang in my ears, deafening, all-consuming. But then, pain—sharp and searing—bloomed along my side, pulling me back from the abyss. My breath came in ragged gasps as my knees buckled, and I felt myself falling.Strong arms caught me before I hit the ground.“Margarette!” Leon’s voice was raw with panic. His hands pressed against my wound, trying to staunch the bleeding. The warmth of my own blood seeped through my clothes, sticky against my skin. Dorian fired, his shot echoing through the cavernous estate.Elise let out a sharp cry, staggering back. But even as she bled, her cruel smile remained. “Not bad,” she whispered, clutching her shoulder where Dorian’s bullet had struck her. “But not enough.”Leon lifted me, his grip firm but desperate. “We need to move. Now.”“No,” I gritted out, fighting through the pain. “We finish this.”Dorian cursed. “Are you insane? You’re bleeding out!”I forced myself to
Gunfire tore through the air, glass raining down around us as we hit the ground. The sharp sound of bullets striking wood and metal sent my heart into a frantic rhythm. Leon grabbed me, shielding my body as we crawled behind the heavy oak desk.“Dorian?” Leon’s voice was sharp, controlled despite the chaos.“I’m fine,” Dorian called from behind a toppled chair. He moved fast, drawing his gun and firing two precise shots toward the broken windows. A pained grunt told us he had hit his mark.Vincent, the smug bastard, was still in his chair, completely unbothered by the attack.“This is cute,” he mused, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “But you should know by now—I never play fair.”Leon turned his gun on him. “Call them off.”Vincent only smiled.I gritted my teeth. “Damn it, Vincent, this isn’t a game! Who the hell is shooting at us?”The door burst open, and three armed men stormed in.Dorian moved first. He lunged at the closest attacker, his blade flashing in the dim light. The m
The safe house felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Every second we wasted gave Vincent more time to prepare. More time to strike.I wasn’t going to let that happen.Leon stood by the table, his hands braced against the surface, muscles tight with frustration. Dorian, despite the pain from his injury, sat nearby, flipping a knife between his fingers—a habit he had when deep in thought.“We need a lead,” Leon finally said, his voice low and controlled. “We can’t storm in blind.”I paced near the window, arms crossed. “We do have a lead. This locket.” I held it up, the metal catching the dim light. “Vincent had it for a reason. He wanted me to see it. Why?”Dorian exhaled sharply. “Because he’s playing with you.”I shook my head. “No. There’s more to it. He wouldn’t go through the trouble of planting something from my past just to taunt me. He wants me to remember something.”Leon’s gaze darkened. “Then let’s start at the beginning. The night of the accident.”My throa
The salty night air carried the hum of distant ship engines and the occasional murmur of dock workers. But this wasn’t just a routine shipment—this was a calculated exchange of power, a moment that could unravel everything Elise’s father had hidden for years.I crouched behind a stack of shipping containers with Leon beside me. Dorian’s team was spread out, positioned along the pier, watching, waiting. A dark van was parked near the edge of the dock, its back doors open. Men in suits moved between the van and the cargo, transferring crates that likely held more than just money.Leon’s voice was low in my ear. “Four men on the ground, two near the van. More could be inside.”I nodded, my gaze locked on the crates. “That’s not just cash, Leon. That’s leverage. He wouldn’t move it unless he was running scared.”Dorian’s voice crackled through our earpieces. “We take them now, we risk losing the files. We wait too long, we risk backup showing up.”I made the decision before anyone else co
Dorian smirked. “Relax, lover boy. I’m not saying she’s defenseless—I’m saying we need to be smart about this.”Leon’s glare didn’t waver, but he didn’t argue either. He knew Dorian was right.I exhaled, my fingers tightening around the locket that had started all of this. “So what do we do?”Dorian sighed. “You have two choices: disappear and hope they forget about you… or go after them first.”Leon tensed beside me. “You’re suggesting we take the fight to them?”Dorian shrugged. “Elise’s father had powerful connections. Some of them might scatter now that he’s locked up, but the smart ones? They’ll wait. Watch. See what you do next.”I swallowed hard. “Then we don’t give them time to plan.”Leon turned to me, his expression dark. “You’re sure about this?”I met his gaze. “I didn’t come this far just to hide.”Dorian grinned. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”Alexa shifted uncomfortably. “I wish I had your courage.”I reached for her hand. “You have more than you think.”She gave
The night before our departure, I barely slept. The weight of the locket pressed against my collarbone, a silent reminder that my past was no longer buried—it was clawing its way back to the surface.Leon must have sensed my restlessness because he found me in the kitchen before dawn, staring into my untouched cup of coffee.“You’re thinking too much.”I let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head. “You always say that.”“Because it’s always true.” He leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “Second thoughts?”“No,” I said. “Just… doubts. What if I don’t find the answers I’m looking for? What if I’m just chasing ghosts?”Leon studied me for a long moment before stepping closer, his fingers grazing the locket at my neck. “Then we chase them together.”My chest tightened at the quiet intensity in his voice.Before I could respond, Dorian’s voice cut through the stillness. “Time to go.”The drive to the estate was long and silent. Alexa had insisted on coming, despite her injuries. She
The moment Elise’s father whistled, chaos erupted. Gunfire cracked through the air, sending dock workers scattering. Shadows moved between the containers—his men, heavily armed and ready.Leon pulled me behind a stack of crates as bullets ricocheted off the metal. “Dorian, how many?”Dorian’s voice came sharp through the earpiece. “At least eight. They were waiting for you.”I clenched my teeth. Of course, he knew we’d come.Leon checked his ammo. “We need to take them out before he reaches the cargo ship.”I exhaled, steadying my grip on my gun. “Then let’s end this.”Leon moved first, stepping out just long enough to fire three quick shots. A grunt of pain echoed through the night. One down.Dorian’s rifle cracked, taking out another.I kept close to the containers, listening—waiting. A figure rushed toward me. I ducked just as he swung a knife, feeling the blade slice the air above my head.Without hesitation, I drove my elbow into his ribs, twisting his wrist until the knife clatt