LEON’S POV
As 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
Margarette’s POVThe deafening sound of the gunshot echoed in the empty expanse by the bay. My scream tore through the daybreak as I stumbled back, hands flying to my mouth. My heart hammered against my ribs, and tears burned my eyes. It felt like the world around me had stopped from moving, and in that horrible silence facing me at the moment, my mind immediately leaped to the worst possible outcome that I dread not want to happen."Leon," I whimpered, my voice trembling as I stared at him and Justin, standing frozen in while facing each other. They’re speechless and eyes widened in shock as well. They were still, like statues—neither one dared to move nor speak even a single word.For that short single moment, even I couldn’t tell who had been hit by the gun fire.“Leon!” My voice cracked with panic. I took a shaky step forward, fear slicing through me. Then I saw it—the red gush of blood spreading across Justin’s shirt. His hand shot to his side, fingers pressing against the wound
Leon stood in front of me, his body rigid as he scanned the water, searching for any sign of Justin. The splashes had stopped, but the tension in the air remained thick, suffocating.I clung to him, my fingers digging into his arm as fear gripped me. My eyes stayed locked on the restless sea, waiting—dreading—what might emerge. The waves lapped at the rocky shore, cold and indifferent to the chaos they had witnessed.Jack knelt by the edge. “I don’t see anything,” he muttered, his voice a low growl.“That’s impossible,” Leon snapped, his jaw tight with frustration. “He fell right here. He couldn’t have just disappeared.”I wanted to believe that. I wanted to believe Justin was gone—finally, irreversibly gone—but something about the stillness of the sea gnawed at me. No body, no blood, no sign of him floating in the water. It didn’t make sense. “What if...” I hesitated, my voice trembling. “What if he swam away? What if he—”“No,” Leon said, cutting me off sharply. His eyes never left
The wind howled softly outside as I stood by the open door, panic gnawing at my insides. My mind was spiraling, replaying the events from earlier—Justin, the gun, the fall into the bay—and now, the door wide open and Leon nowhere to be seen."Leon?" I called out again, my voice cracking with fear.Just as I was about to lose all sense of reason, a hand gripped my arm, pulling me around sharply. I gasped, ready to fight off whoever it was, but then my eyes met Leon’s. Relief flooded me as I let out a shaky breath, my body sagging with the weight of it."Margarette,," he said quickly, his brows furrowed with concern. "What’s wrong?"I swallowed hard, feeling the adrenaline slowly drain from my system. "The door... it was open. I thought—" I stopped, not wanting to voice my deepest fear. I thought *Justin* had somehow come back.Leon’s eyes softened as he cupped my face gently, his thumbs brushing away the cold sweat on my temples. "I just went out to see Jack leave. He needed to head ho
The living room was quiet, save for the steady hum of the television. The air felt thick with unspoken tension as we watched the national news unfold, images of the Montefalco estate flashing on the screen. The headlines were clear: Montefalco Heir Dies in Tragic Accident.I sat next to Leon on the couch, the weight of everything pressing down on my chest. The news anchor spoke with the usual detached professionalism, but my heart clenched as footage of the Montefalco ancestral house appeared. The estate was always grand, just as I remembered it, but the somber atmosphere surrounding it was unmistakable. Reporters crowded outside the gates, while inside, preparations for Justin’s wake were being made.Leon’s hand rested on my knee, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles as he stared at the screen. His expression was unreadable, his jaw tense. I glanced over at him just as the anchor spoke again."...the Montefalco family has yet to comment on the specifics of Justin Montefalco’s pa
The smell of cinnamon and warm bread wafted through the air as I stood in the sunlit kitchen, stirring a pot of soup with one hand and resting the other protectively over my growing belly. Outside the window, the sound of laughter echoed from the garden where Leon chased after our two children—Emilia, now three, and our spirited one-year-old, Julian. Their giggles bounced off the walls like music.Peace.For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, I could breathe.It had been a year since Elise’s arc ended—since we put an end to the nightmare that stole my parents and nearly took my life. The trial that followed felt like a bad dream, and with Dorian’s testimony and the evidence from my father’s study, Elise’s crimes—along with her father's legacy of corruption—were buried with their conviction.Leon and I moved on. We rebuilt our lives, one moment, one breath at a time.And now, as I stirred soup with the ease of a mother content in her routine, I was preparing to share somethin
The world came back into focus slowly, like a dim light piercing through heavy fog. My ears rang, my limbs felt heavy, and my mind was swimming. But Leon’s voice cut through it all, rough and frantic.“Margarette. Margarette, stay with me!”Pain pulsed through my shoulder as I blinked, registering the warm, sticky sensation of blood soaking through my blouse. But I was alive. Alive.“Elise,” I rasped.Leon’s jaw was tight as he leaned over me, his eyes frantic with emotion. “She’s gone. Dorian chased after her. You're going to be okay. Just hang in there.”“I’m fine,” I murmured, trying to sit up.Leon gently pushed me back. “No. You're not fine. You were shot, Margarette.”“I’ve been through worse,” I said, forcing a smile, though it came out as more of a grimace. "We need to finish this. No more running."He looked like he wanted to argue, but instead, he nodded and helped me up, careful not to jar my shoulder.We moved together down the hallway. Every step hurt, but adrenaline dull
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