Today would be a new day. And as I sat by the large bay window, looking out at the garden, the golden mid day sun casting long shadows over the neatly trimmed hedges. I’d decided to spend the day at home, quietly awaiting Leon’s return, when suddenly my phone rang. I glanced at the screen—Leon—and my heart felt like it skipped a beat. “Leon!” I answered quickly, my excitement bubbling up. “You called my love? I miss you.”His deep, familiar voice greeted me with warmth. “I’m more than okay, my love. I miss you more. But hey, I’ve got some good news for you.”I could hear the smile in his voice, and my curiosity spiked. “What is it? Tell me!”“I’m coming home earlier than expected. My meetings wrapped up faster than planned, and I’ll be on the next flight out. I should be there by tonight.”I gasped, my heart soaring. “Tonight? Oh my love, that’s good news! I can’t wait to see you.”“I can’t wait to see you either,” he said softly. “I’ve missed you. How are you feeling? How’s everythi
The dinner started out perfectly. Leon sat at the head of the table, looking happier than I had seen him in months, his arm wrapped around my shoulders. Aunt Lou had outdone herself—the roast lamb was perfectly cooked, the potatoes crisped to perfection. I had chosen the menu carefully, every dish meant to make Leon feel loved and welcome after his long trip. Helena and Aunt Lou chatted easily with Leon, while I watched him enjoy the meal, feeling content and proud.But Sarah, seated on the other side of the table, was beginning to ruin the evening with her constant interruptions."Leon," she chimed in suddenly, her voice overly sweet. "Do you remember that one dish I used to make for you? You loved it so much—creamy mushroom risotto with garlic and a hint of truffle oil. I was thinking I should make it again for you sometime."I shot her a sharp look. Leon's eyes flicked toward me, his expression unreadable. I knew exactly what she was doing—Leon was severely allergic to mushrooms,
As Leon held me close, his arms firm yet gentle around me, I felt the weight of the evening crash down all at once. All of the tension I felt throughout the day, all the anger, even the fear—it all swirled in a chaotic mess inside me. I pulled away slightly to look up at him, still trying to steady my breathing."Leon, what if she doesn’t stop?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What if Sarah keeps coming back, trying to cause more trouble? I don’t think I can handle it."Leon’s expression softened as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. "You don’t need to worry about her anymore, Margarette. I’ll make sure she stays far away from us. From now on, we’ll handle everything. You’ve been through enough alone."His words were meant to comfort, but there was a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach that Sarah wasn’t done. Her parting words echoed in my mind, a chilling promise that she wouldn’t stop until she took Leon from me. I lean
And that same evening, after the chaos of dinner had finally settled and Aunt Lou had gone to bed, I found myself sitting in the living room with Leon, the two of us in comfortable silence. He had his arm wrapped around me, and I rested my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was calming, a moment of peace after everything that had happened. But there was still something I needed to tell him—something I had been holding back since my encounter with Regina.I sat up slightly, pulling away just enough to look at him, my heart racing as I tried to gather the right words. Leon noticed the change in my posture and immediately grew concerned, his eyes scanning my face."Margarette? You appeared like you wanted to tell me something, is there something wrong?" he asked, his voice gentle but alert. "You’ve been like that since a moment ago."I took a deep breath, knowing that what I was about to say would be complicated. Leon had always been protective of me,
A few days after my conversation with Leon, we decided it was time to move forward with the plan. We couldn’t waste any more time. Regina had given us the information we needed, but we had to tread carefully. We know that Wilma wasn’t someone to be underestimated, and if we were going to help Regina escape her clutches and use what she knew to fight back, we needed to strategize. That’s where Jack, our former lawyer, came in.Leon and I set up a meeting at Jack’s office, and although Leon had been wary about involving Regina, he agreed that her knowledge of Wilma’s operations could be valuable in court. I could see through Regina’s eyes how she was terrified but determined, and I could see the weight of fear pressing down on her as we made our way to the law office.Jack’s office was in a quiet part of town, away from the noise of the city, nestled in a high-rise building with a view of the river. Leon and I arrived first, stepping into the sleek, professional atmosphere of the offi
The evening sky was already dark when we finished with the day. I could forever stare at the stars scattered like diamonds against a deep velvet sky as Leon and I drove in comfortable silence. We had just left Jack’s office, and the weight of Regina’s testimony and the plan we’d put into motion hanging heavily between us. I just coudn’t believe how things had gone back to the same dilemma we had months back with Justin, this time though, it’s Wilma.My mind was racing with thoughts wondering how dangerous things would get once Wilma realized we were coming fo sue her for all the harassment she had done. It may not be directly able to pay for what she did to me but at least, if Regina’s lawsuit against Wilma would prevail, It would also feel like I gave justice to my case when I was still with them.Out of nowhere, I shifted my position and glanced at Leon, his expression unreadable as he focused on the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel firmly and he seemed totally focused a
THE NEXT MORNING.As the first rays of sunlight crept through the curtains, I woke up feeling lighter, as though the peaceful evening Leon had surprised me with had taken away some of the weight I’d been carrying. I stretched out, savoring the warmth of the bed, but when I reached for Leon, the space beside me was empty.I frowned, sitting up slightly and looking around. Leon was already dressed, standing by the window with his phone pressed to his ear, his face etched with concern. Something was wrong.“Yeah, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Leon said into the phone, his voice low and serious. “Make sure Jack knows. We can’t afford any more surprises.” He ended the call and turned to me, his eyes softened the moment that he saw me already sitting on the edge of the bed.“Good morning, my love” he said, attempting a smile, but I could see the anxiety in his eyes that he was trying to hide.“Leon, who was that on the phone? What’s going on?” I asked, sitting up fully while trying to a
THE FOLLOWING DAYS, I finally decided to step back and allow leon to handle the case for the time being. I decided to just sit in the garden patio and feel in the soft hum of the breeze and the gentle rustling of leaves around me. After all the chaotic things that went through my life, It was just now that I could find sometime alone while staring over the flowers blooming in every corner. Usually, this was my sanctuary, a place where I could gather my thoughts, but today, even the beauty of the garden couldn’t distract me from how bored I felt.Leon had insisted that I take it easy and stay at home while he and Jack worked on the legal case. I had agreed, knowing he was right. But after days of being stuck inside with nothing to do but worry, I was starting to feel restless. I missed being more involved, and though I trusted Leon completely, I couldn't shake the feeling that I should be doing more. As I absentmindedly flipped through a magazine, I noticed Lena approaching me. Her
The days that followed were a whirlwind of chaos.My father’s downfall was splashed across every news outlet. Financial crimes, money laundering, illegal dealings—his empire was collapsing, and with it, his reputation. His allies abandoned him one by one, choosing self-preservation over loyalty.But he wasn’t the kind of man to go down without a fight.That’s why I wasn’t surprised when I received the message.A single text.Suite 1103. One last talk. Come alone.Leon was furious. “Absolutely not.”I expected that reaction. I also knew there was no changing my mind.“Leon, this is my fight. My ending to write.”His eyes darkened. “He’s cornered, Margarette. That makes him more dangerous than ever.”I reached for his hand, squeezing it. “I’ll be fine.”He exhaled sharply. “I don’t trust him.”I smiled softly. “Good. Neither do I.”The Last Conversation—AgainSuite 1103 was dimly lit when I walked in. My father sat by the window, a drink in his hand, staring out at the city he once rule
We had expected my father to retaliate, but I knew he wouldn’t be careless. No, he’d take his time. He’d make sure his counterattack hurt.Which meant we had to strike first.Leon was already making calls before I even had to say anything. His contacts, his men—every piece of leverage we had was being mobilized.Victor paced across the penthouse, his expression tense. “Margarette, I don’t think you understand how much you just provoked him.”I crossed my arms. “Oh, I understand, Victor. That’s the point.”Leon smirked at my words, but his eyes were sharp as he cut in. “We need to draw him out. He’s not going to sit back and lick his wounds. He’s going to come for you.”Victor sighed. “And you’re just waiting for that to happen?”I walked over to the window, watching the city below. “No.” My voice was calm. “We’re leading him exactly where we want.”Victor ran a hand through his hair. “And where is that, exactly?”Leon leaned against the counter, his voice casual but firm. “A place whe
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