[MARGARETTE’S POV]When I woke up, I instantly felt numbness all over me. But by the time that I tried to move my legs and elbow to stand up, that was when I instantly felt soreness that was intolerable.“Please don’t move, miss. You’ll only hurt yourself.” A woman in white uniform wearing gloves while inserting some kind of a vial into a IV catheter attached to my other hand. A nurse? Why? Am I inside a hospital? I wanted to talk but there was a tube attached to my lungs that was enabling me to breathe. Everything was so hard for me. I wasn’t sure how did I arrive into this situation, why am I feeling soreness all over like I am fragile broken glass that was just temporary put together and had the tendency to shatter at once if I move.Helpless, I obeyed the nurse and rested my back on the hospital bed. And because there was no other way I could do at the moment, I simply had to surrender to what they wanted. As I was lying on the bed, the nurse suddenly approached me as soon as s
A week after what felt like hell because of being confined for so long at the hospital, I almost thought I wouldn't last long. It was like even though I managed to survive the fall, I still felt like my other foot was already buried beneath the ground. Everything was like a tug of war game with death. But thankfully, I was able to survive that. It was even a miracle I could say that the child inside my belly was able to survive that fall and even my long period of stay at the hospital. The doctors under Aunt Lou’s orders were pretty much hands on in regards to my condition and the baby inside me, making sure that everything goes well.My aunt Lou simply has all the powers to do that knowing her husband was the medical director of the hospital. Without that authority and power she had on back, perhaps Justin could’ve have already learned about the truth of my pregnancy.“Margarette? Is something wrong?” speaking of Justin, he suddenly took away my attention while in the middle of dee
[ JUSTIN’S POV ]I had this bad feeling that what my mother has called me to ask something that has to do with Margarette’s accident. A few hours after the incident that almost took Margarette’s life, mother made a surprise visit at the company to check on the surveillance cameras for reasons I am not aware.I was only fortunate that Claude was even quicker than me to think about destroying the CCTv cameras in my office floors even at the exit connected to my floor so that evidence about Margarette’s fall would never leak out.Now it became a puzzle for me why on earth my mother suddenly wishes to see me and her tone even felt like it was something very urgent that I couldn’t even refuse.“Sit down, Justin.” Mother instantly told me the moment I entered her study. The moment felt insulting as I looked like a little boy who was about to be reprimanded by his mother. Knowing my mother, she would only be agitated if I turned my back on her now. However, as I obeyed her, I immediately
"Mother, what nonsense are you even talking about?" I immediately uttered to my mother so Andt she may refrain from inquiring further.As she was in the middle of trying to come up with a wave of her baseless accusations, i then added, "I instructed Regina to take this documents for me, mother. there's nothing to worry about here." I was hoping those answers would be enough to persuade my mother. However, it would seem that she happened to be not quite done just yet."Oh really, son? Then why Regina of all people?" And here she goes again with that attitude of hers towards Regina."Mother, we're not going to argue on this matter again, aren't we?" I reitarated. The path from which this conversation was leading to has been giving me the irritation I couldn't fully express knowing it was my mother who was testing me."Son, all that I'm concerned about is the company and its assets. You know I don't trust Regina, and so does your grandma. Just what do you think she would tell you once
[ MARGARETTE’S POV ]The process of my healing wasn’t that easy but I had Justin to always look after me. Without my husband to take care of me, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how I would have survived the past few weeks.Although if there was anything that I regret up to this very moment, perhaps it was the fact that I still couldn’t recall the few fragments of what took place prior to my accident. For some reason, it always remains blank whenever I try to recall what happened back then.It surely feels a bit scary when a horrible incident from your past becomes a mystery on how you were able to get through that.“Marga? Are you ready? We still need to see grandma today before we meet with the caterer.” Justin eventually reminded me of the appointment we needed to do for the day.Grandma’s eighth birthday shall be coming up in a few week’s time. Justin volunteered to prepare for the caterer on grandma’s huge celebration. And as his wife, I simply couldn’t just stand idly by. I also
As Justin and I concluded our errands for today, the two of us came to the decision to drop by at our favorite restaurant. It was just like yesterday, when I remember having an argument with Justin here because of Regina. However, things must have changed now because of Regina. Right now, I was under the impression that Regina could really be out of the picture.I didn’t have any idea whether what I believed was even true, however, I haven’t really seen Regina lately, so it gives me the impression that Justin may have actually discarded his mistress.Although when I tried to ponder it, I still had a few doubts that I was only fooling myself. I know that Justin couldn’t easily forget the woman he truly loves. He may have become more caring for me, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he could instantly remove Regina from his life.I have never seen Justin take a moment to be away from me since the accident. Which was why I suddenly came to the conclusion that he may have actually discard
Regina’s words left me raising a brow at her as my two hands were clutched together. “The nerve of you to even call me a whore when you’re the one who was trying to ruin my marriage with Justin.” I retorted, not trying to let someone like her intimidate me.Regina finally return the watch she has on her hand and this time, and it caused me to look at that item I was eyeing to purchase since earlier.“Did you really just come here to display your filthy behavior?” Regina even added, it brought me to become more irritated at her that I found myself almost wanting to slap her for her chosen words.However, I was not really in the mood to pick up on her ways to provoke me. Not today.I came into this shop with the sole intent of purchasing a watch I’ve seen earlier. It was a watch that I intended to buy for Grandma’s birthday present. When I saw Regina holding the limited edition watch, it made me feel somewhat intimidated. Like I really wanted to get that first. I don’t know if it was
I could not shake off the haunting feeling of what Regina shared with me at the boutique earlier. It had been lingering with me all the way back home. I could not even enjoy my shopping earlier because all I could think about was what Regina said.It made me suddenly wonder if what she was particularly telling me earlier today was still about the watch or if it already meant something else. And for some reason, Justin was the first name that popped into my head at that moment."Naturally, it was my husband she had her sights set on from the very start." I could not believe how much time I spent pondering over it—almost the entire afternoon. If only I had known earlier, I could have given Regina a taste of her own medicine. She should be grateful that I let it go without even realizing it.‘Margarette? What are you talking about just now? Who’s aiming for whom?’ Aunt Lou immediately said from the other end of the line.I was so lost in my own thoughts, replaying my encounter with Regin
The room felt heavier now, as if the ghosts of the past had never truly left. My father’s study had once been a place of quiet authority, filled with the scent of polished wood and old books. Now, it was chaos—a graveyard of secrets waiting to be unearthed.Leon and Dorian moved swiftly, sifting through papers, searching for anything that might explain my father’s connection to Elise’s father. But my hands trembled as I flipped through the documents.My father’s handwriting stared back at me in sharp, deliberate strokes.Project Haven—Initiated 20 years agoI frowned. “Project Haven?”Leon peered over my shoulder. “That name mean anything to you?”I shook my head, but something about it felt... familiar. Like a memory I had brushed against in passing but never grasped fully.Dorian pulled a dust-covered filing box from beneath the desk. “We’ve got more.” He popped the latch and revealed stacks of old documents, some stamped with red ink.CONFIDENTIAL.I swallowed hard as I pulled out
The weight of the locket in my palm was heavier than I remembered. The last time I had seen it, I was a child—too young to understand the depth of what had been stolen from me. And now, years later, it had resurfaced in the hands of a man who had every reason to use it against me.Leon’s grip on my knees tightened. “We need to figure out why he has this.”I nodded, but my thoughts were elsewhere, tangled in memories I had buried long ago. My parents. Their deaths. The accident—or what I had been told was an accident.I took a shaky breath. “This locket... it was my mother’s. She gave it to me the day before she died.” My voice wavered. “When they found me after the accident, it was gone.”Leon’s eyes darkened. “Someone took it.”“Not just someone,” I whispered. “Elise’s father.”Dorian entered the room, his usual calm demeanor slightly frayed. “I just got word. Elise’s father left town hours ago. Whatever game he’s playing, he planned this move in advance.”Leon cursed under his breat
The moment we arrived at Leon’s safe house, a heavy silence settled between us. The tension in the air was suffocating, thick with unspoken fears and the weight of what we had just learned. Alexa was gone. And Elise's father—the man who had been a phantom in the shadows of our problems—had finally made his move.I paced the length of the dimly lit living room, arms crossed over my chest. My mind raced, trying to piece together the possibilities of where Alexa could be and what they might be doing to her. Dorian stood near the window, his sharp eyes scanning the darkness beyond, while Leon leaned against the wall, his jaw locked tight.“We need to move,” I said, breaking the silence. My voice came out steadier than I expected, but my hands were trembling. “Every second we waste, Alexa could be—” I cut myself off before finishing the thought. I refused to let fear paralyze me.Leon pushed off the wall, his expression unreadable. “Dorian already has our people searching the perimeter of
The city swallowed us whole the moment we stepped out of the car. Anacortes was the same—steel and stone, sharp edges and dark alleys—but I felt it in my bones. Something had changed. Or maybe it was just me.I wasn’t the same woman who had left this place behind. I wasn’t the same woman who had fallen in love in this city, built a life here, and thought she could outrun the ghosts waiting in the shadows. I had returned, but not as a victim. Not as the woman Elise’s father had once underestimated. No, this time, I was ready for war.Leon moved beside me, his presence solid, his energy coiled like a predator waiting to strike. He was on edge too. We all were.“Dorian.” Leon’s voice was low, sharp. “What do we know about Elise’s father’s movements?”Dorian’s fingers danced over his phone screen, his brow furrowing. “He’s been careful, but not careful enough. There’s been an increase in high-profile meetings in the city—business moguls, politicians, even a few well-dressed criminals. He’
The moment we stepped into the house, I could feel the tension in the air. Every shadow felt like a threat, every silence too loud. Leon locked the door behind us, and Dorian immediately pulled the curtains shut, moving with a precision that told me he’d done this before. I was no stranger to fear, but tonight, it pressed against my skin like a second layer.Elise’s father was behind this. I could feel it in my bones. And that terrified me more than anything.Leon paced near the fireplace, his face locked in a storm of controlled fury. Dorian sat at the table, his fingers moving across the keyboard of his laptop, eyes scanning for any digital trace of Alexa. I stood in the center of the room, my mind spinning with a thousand possibilities.“She’s out there somewhere,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “And we’re running out of time.”Leon exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “We need to figure out what Elise’s father wants. What’s his endgame?”Dorian didn’t look u
The moment we stepped into the safe house, the air felt different. Heavy. Charged with something unspoken but undeniable. The low hum of tension sat thick between us, each of us knowing that Alexa’s disappearance wasn’t a coincidence. It was a move—a calculated strike from Victor Langford, a man whose power was as dangerous as his reach.I couldn’t stop my hands from trembling as I reached for the envelope Leon had just read aloud. You should have stayed away. The words were scrawled in sharp, deliberate handwriting. I imagined Victor writing them with a smirk, knowing exactly what this message would do to us.Leon exhaled sharply, crushing the paper in his fist. “We need to move fast.”Dorian nodded. “I’ll put our guys on the streets. If they moved Alexa within city limits, someone saw something.”I swallowed, forcing my voice to steady. “We can’t just wait for information. We need to hit back.”Leon’s gaze snapped to mine, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. “What a
The night felt heavier than before, the air thick with unspoken tension as we pieced together what Elise’s father’s return truly meant. My mind raced through the implications—if he had found her, it meant he wasn’t working alone. It meant he had resources, people willing to do his bidding, and most of all, it meant we weren’t prepared for what was coming.Elise hadn’t moved from her place on the couch, her fingers white-knuckling the phone. She wasn’t the same woman I had met before—there was something fragile about her now, something shattered. I understood that feeling far too well.Leon and Dorian were standing near the kitchen island, speaking in hushed voices, but I caught fragments of their conversation.“We need to move her somewhere else,” Dorian said, arms crossed. “If he got to her once, he can do it again.”Leon ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. “Moving her won’t change anything if he has the means to track her.”“Then what do you suggest? We wait for him to knock
The tension still lingered, like static in the air, even after we had ensured Elise’s safety and returned to the penthouse. The night had been long, exhausting, and I was running on nothing but adrenaline and borrowed time.Leon stood at the kitchen counter, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid swirled in the crystal tumbler as he took a slow sip, his eyes trained on me. He didn’t have to say anything—I could feel the weight of his gaze."You’re shaking," he murmured.I exhaled sharply, glancing down at my hands. He was right. I hadn’t even realized it.Leon set his glass down and crossed the space between us in two strides. His hands, warm and steady, caught mine, stilling them. "Come here."I let him pull me into his arms, the exhaustion catching up to me all at once. I buried my face against his chest, breathing him in—woodsy cologne, something faintly smoky, something undeniably him."You always act like you have to carry the weight of everything on your own," he m
The air in the penthouse was heavy with unspoken tension. I sat at the desk, eyes scanning through the files, absorbing the weight of what we had in our hands. The evidence was undeniable. Justin and Elise’s father had left a trail of financial crimes, bribes, and illegal dealings that could tear their empire apart. The question was—how did we move forward without tipping them off too soon?Leon stood behind me, his presence strong and reassuring. His hand was still on my shoulder, grounding me in the moment. "We need to be careful with this," he murmured.I nodded. "I know. We have to strike at the right moment."Dorian, now lounging on the couch, exhaled loudly. "I hate waiting. Feels like we should be doing something more than just sitting on this.""Patience is key," Leon countered. "If we rush, we lose the advantage."Dorian rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. I closed my laptop and stretched, the weight of the day settling deep into my bones. "I need a break."Leon caught my hand