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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
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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
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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
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MARGARETTE’S POVThe ropes bit into my wrists as I struggled against them, but my eyes were locked on Justin, who stood over me like a mad man ready to jump at me at the moment I try to escape. His breath was hot against my face, and his words slithered into my ear like venom.“You’ve always underestimated me, Margarette,” he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. “You think whoever this motherfucker Leon can save you? You’re wrong to think he could be your knight in shining armour.”I forced myself to keep my expression neutral, refusing to let him see the terror bubbling under my skin. He couldn’t know. He mustn’t find out so that he wouldn’t torture me.
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LEON’S POVThe moment my fist collided with Justin’s face, all the pent-up rage I had been holding onto for years exploded. He staggered back, blood dripping from his nose, but his smug grin didn’t falter. That look—like he was still in control—only fueled my anger further.“You don’t get to touch her, Justin!” I roared, swinging again. This time he managed to block it, retaliating with a punch to my side, but the pain barely registered.I heard Margarette gasp from the corner of the room. She was tied to a chair, her eyes wide with fear. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks streaked with tears, but she was alive. That’s all that mattered right now.
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LEON’S POVAs I stood by the door, watching Margarette sink into the couch beside Aunt Lou, a knot tightened in my chest. She was here, safe, but her silence worried me more than anything.There was something deeper going on. I could see it in her eyes—the way they darted away from mine, like she was trying to hide something.But after everything that had happened, pushing her for answers didn’t feel right. Not yet.“Leon,” Aunt Lou called softly, motioning for me to join Marga. “She needs you.”I hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room, taking a seat beside Margarette. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap, knuckles white, and I gently covered them with
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MARGARETTE’S POVLeon’s arms were warm around me, but it didn’t stop the cold dread settling deeper in my bones. His words were a like a sweet promise, a lifeline I want to hang on forever to keep me secured, despite how much I know how it couldn't untangle the fear that was still like choking me. I pressed my face against his chest, wishing that time stood still and that I could melt into him. I could only wish that his strength could somehow dissolve the horror that was lurking in the corners of my mind and slowly torturing me every minute. But it was still there—Justin’s shadow looming large over us.“Leon,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What if Justin finds out?” The words hung heavy between us and I felt Leon stiffen against me. He didn’t answer right away, like he, too, have thought about what I just told him. We both know that Justin was able to escape from the explosion and that would mean that he was not going to stop and what he did could just be the only beginning t
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FOLLOWING WEEKS LATER, a thick layer of anticipation hanging in the air as the final hearing of Justin's lawsuit loomed ahead the courtroom that was buzzed with tension.This was it—the culmination of months of preparation, anxiety, and sleepless nights. I sat in my chair, the wooden bench beneath me hard and uncomfortable, but nothing could match the steely resolve I felt inside. Today, I was determined to watch Justin fall.Jack, my lawyer, stood beside me, meticulously going over his notes. Across the room, Justin and his lawyer whispered in hurried conversation, their faces unreadable but laced with the kind of arrogance I'd come to despise. The judge, a stern-faced woman in her sixties, called for a brief recess to review the final pieces of evidence presented by both sides.I exhaled slowly, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. I wasn’t going to let Justin win this. Not after everything he’d put me through.“Miss Margarette,” Jack leaned down and whispered in my ear, “we’ve got t
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The sound of boots drew closer, pounding the floor with an urgency that echoed through the cavernous halls of the estate. My heart raced as the reality of what I had just heard crashed into me like a tidal wave. The man who had once been a part of my life—my family’s betrayer, the one who had orchestrated their deaths—stood there, calmly, as if this was just another night for him.Leon’s grip on my hand tightened, but I didn’t let him pull me away. I could feel the air thickening with tension, the walls pressing in as everything I thought I knew began to crumble.The intruders were only moments away.The man—he—smirked, watching us. “You think this will end well? You’ve no idea what you’re up against. My people are everywhere.”I took a step forward, ignoring Leon’s silent plea to retreat. “You killed them. And you thought I would be the next one to fall in line?” My voice was a whisper, but it held a power I hadn’t realized I had. “You were wrong.”The man’s face faltered, just for a
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MARGARETTE'S POVBefore we could react, the door behind us burst open.Three armed men rushed in, dressed in black, their movements precise and rehearsed. Leon shoved me behind him, drawing his gun up in an instant. Dorian, who had been lingering near the entrance, took cover behind a cabinet, gun already out.“Elise’s father wasn’t bluffing,” I breathed, my heart hammering. “He had backup ready.”Leon fired the first shot, catching one of the intruders in the shoulder and sending him crashing to the floor. Chaos erupted. Dorian ducked low and returned fire, narrowly missing another attacker who retaliated with a spray of bullets that shattered the windows.I crouched behind an overturned table, the sound of gunfire drowning out my thoughts. The locket in my palm dug into my skin, its edges sharp—a painful reminder that I couldn’t afford to lose control now.“Elise’s father!” I shouted to Leon. “He’s escaping!”Through the haze of smoke and broken glass, I saw the man slinking toward
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The sound of footsteps pounding in the hallway was the last thing I heard before the door slammed open.I barely had time to react before a rush of armed men poured into the room, their eyes scanning every corner, landing finally on me. There was no mistaking the intent behind their cold stares.“Get down!” Leon’s voice crackled through the earpiece again, but there was no time to obey. I couldn’t allow myself to hesitate—not now, not when the truth was within reach.I raised my gun, my hands steady despite the chaos unfolding around me. I wasn’t going down without a fight, not after everything I had lost. Not after everything Elise’s father had taken from me.Before the first man could react, I fired. The sound of the shot echoed in the confined space, the bullet finding its mark in the man’s chest. His body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, but the others didn’t hesitate. They moved in faster, their guns drawn, but I was ready.I ducked behind the desk, using it as cover
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Dawn came in silver slivers through the cracks in the window. I hadn’t slept—not really. My mind was too loud, looping the footage over and over like a broken reel.Leon sat across from me at the table, sipping his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Neither of us had said much since the footage. We didn’t need to. The truth had cut so deep, it didn’t leave room for small talk.But I had questions.And I needed answers.“How long do you think he’s known I survived?” I finally asked, voice hoarse.Leon didn’t look away from his mug. “Long enough to start covering his tracks. But he didn’t expect the locket to resurface.”My hand instinctively reached for it. The locket was warm now, like it had absorbed my grief and fury. Inside was a picture of my mother and me—her arm around my tiny shoulders, her smile soft but tired. A photo I hadn’t even remembered until last night.“He killed her,” I whispered. “He killed my father. For what? A project?”“Not just a project,”
