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
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.
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.
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
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
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
As I stepped outside the courthouse, the cool air hit my face like a soothing balm. I felt lighter, as if the weight of the world had finally been lifted from my shoulders. It was over. Justin had lost, and I had won.And now, the only person I wanted to share this moment with was waiting just outside.Leon stood by the entrance, his tall figure unmistakable in the distance. His hands were shoved into his pockets, his sharp eyes scanning the area, but the moment he spotted me, his expression softened, a smile breaking through the tension that had been there all morning.I hurried over, my heart still racing with the thrill of victory. As soon as I reached him, I couldn’t contain myself.“We won, my love” I said breathlessly, my eyes locking with his. “Leon, we won.”His face lit up in a way I hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. The joy that flashed across his features was infectious, and before I knew it, he had pulled me into a tight embrace. “My love, that’s incredible!” he excla
[LEON'S POV]As soon as I saw Margarette being shoved into Justin’s car, my heart stopped. Time seemed to freeze, stretching each second into an agonizing eternity. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else. Without wasting a moment, I sprinted to my car, barely registering Jack right behind me.I flung open the car door and threw myself inside. Jack did the same, but I wasn’t thinking about him. My hands shook with a cocktail of fury and fear as I started the engine. Every fiber of my being was screaming one thing—get Margarette back.The tires screeched as I slammed my foot on the gas pedal, the car lurching forward violently. My vision tunneled, focusing entirely on the black car speeding ahead. I pushed the engine harder, feeling it groan under the strain.“Leon, slow down!” Jack’s voice pierced through the chaos, but I ignored him. The accelerator was already pressed to the floor. I couldn’t slow down. I wouldn’t.Margarette’s life—and our baby’s life—depended o
Dorian was right. My father wasn’t sitting idle. He was moving his pieces, fortifying his position before I could strike.But he underestimated me.By morning, I was already on the phone, making calls, pulling in every favor I had left. I wasn’t just going to fight him—I was going to destroy him.Leon watched me from across the kitchen, leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and despite the weight of everything we were up against, he looked completely composed.It irritated me.“Do you ever worry?” I muttered, ending a call and tossing my phone on the counter.Leon smirked. “Constantly.”I gave him a look. “You don’t seem worried.”He set his mug down and closed the distance between us. “Because I don’t show it the way you do.”I exhaled. “I feel like we’re on the edge of something big. Like we’re one wrong move away from losing everything.”Leon tilted his head slightly, studying me. “Margarette.” His
Leon didn’t speak much after that. The drive back was filled with nothing but the hum of the tires on the road and the unspoken weight between us. I wanted to say something—anything—to make him look at me the way he used to. But I knew this wasn’t the time.When we pulled into the underground parking lot of our penthouse, Leon shut off the engine and exhaled through his nose. His hands remained on the wheel, knuckles white.I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Leon—”He turned to me, his eyes dark and unreadable. “You just declared war on your father, Margarette.”I swallowed. “You think I don’t know that?”“That’s the problem.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “This isn’t just about exposing his corruption. Harlan Westwood isn’t the kind of man who forgives betrayal. And you just put a target on your back.”I clenched my jaw. “I’ve had a target on my back ever since I decided to take back what’s mine.”Leon let out a humorless laugh. “And you think he’s just going to let you?”I reac
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,