"Margarette," he called, tilting his head, "your face is all red. Are you feeling alright?"William was situated by the counter when his eyes suddenly narrowed, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.Startled, I quickly turned away, pretending to busy myself with the now-clean mixing bowls. "I’m fine," I replied hastily, my voice betraying my flustered state. "It’s just...warm in here.""Warm?" His deep chuckle resonated in the room as he walked closer. "You’ve been blushing since we baked those cookies. Are you sure it’s not something else?"I turned to glare at him, crossing my ar
The sound of my phone buzzing relentlessly broke the peaceful morning. I groggily reached for it on the bedside table, but the moment I saw Jack’s name flash on the screen, I knew something wasn’t right."Hey Jack, what’s up this early in the morning?" I answered, sitting up and brushing my hair from my face."Margarette," Jack’s tone was sharp and urgent, "I’ve got news, and it’s not good.""What’s going on?" I asked, my chest tightening."Wilma just filed for a temporary restraining order against you," he said, and my breath hitched. "She’s claiming that you’re a threat to Madam Victoria and intend to harm her because of your past issues with them. You’re not allowed to see the Madam Victoria for the next twenty days.""What? I promised to come and see Grandma after the hearing next week. I can’t be blocked away like that!" I shouted, the words barely registering. "That’s absurd! I know Wilma’s doing this to keep me from seeing Grandma. She’s twisting everything!"Jack sighed on the
It was early afternoon when I found myself stepping into a cozy, sunlit restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. The gentle hum of chatter and the clinking of silverware set a tranquil tone, but my heart was pounding. I hadn’t seen Regina in years, and now I was about to ask for her help in a matter as delicate as this.I spotted her near the window, her caramel curls catching the sunlight. She looked calm and composed, sipping a glass of iced tea, her eyes scanning the menu. As I approached, she looked up and smiled, a flicker of warmth in her gaze."Margarette," Regina greeted, standing up to hug me. "It’s been a while, isn’t it?.""Yeah, it sure has," I replied, feeling a rush of nostalgia. "Thank you for agreeing to meet up with me. I could only guess you must be busy with your personal life.""Of course. And don’t bother. You sounded like whatever you intend to meet me up today for like it was really that urgent and important." she said, motioning for me to sit.We exchanged
The days leading up to the preliminary hearing were a whirlwind of preparation and tension. I spent most of my time reviewing documents, discussing strategies with Jack, and making sure Regina felt secure in her decision to testify. Each day felt like a new hurdle, but I was determined to see this through.This morning, however, started on a particularly nerve-wracking note. I had just finished my breakfast when my phone buzzed with a call from Regina."Good morning, Regina," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady despite the knot of anxiety in my chest."Morning, Margarette," she said, her tone hesitant. "I wanted to talk to you about something before I meet with Jack later today.""Sure," I replied, immediately concerned. "Is everything okay?"Regina sighed, and I could sense her unease. "I’m still committed to helping you, but I had an... encounter with someone close to Wilma yesterday."My stomach dropped. "Who?""One of her so-called hired people," she said. "They cornered me
The week of waiting for the judge’s decision felt like an eternity. Each passing day brought a mix of hope and anxiety. I distracted myself by keeping busy, but my thoughts always wandered back to the courtroom and Regina’s powerful testimony. The truth was on our side, yet I couldn’t help but fear that Wilma’s influence might still sway the decision.On the morning of the ruling, I sat with Jack in his office, clutching a cup of coffee I hadn’t taken a sip of. Regina was there too, her presence a quiet reminder of how much we’d fought for this moment.Jack’s phone buzzed. He looked at the screen, then back at us, his face calm but unreadable."It’s the court’s clerk," he said, answering the call.I leaned forward, holding my breath as he listened. His expression didn’t change as he nodded along, jotting down a few notes. Finally, he hung up and looked at me."The judge ruled in our favor," Jack said, a small smile breaking through his professional demeanor. "The TRO is revoked. You’r
There was a soft humming woke me early, a gentle tune drifting from the kitchen. At first, I thought I was dreaming. It had been years since I’d heard someone hum in the mornings—a sound that spoke of comfort, warmth, and routine. I rubbed my eyes and pushed off the blankets, hurrying downstairs.As I approached the kitchen, I froze. Grandma Victoria stood by the counter, organizing jars of spices with a tea towel slung over her shoulder. She looked so at home, so natural, that for a moment I forgot the battles we had fought to bring her here.“Good morning, Grandma,” I greeted, stepping carefully into the room.She turned, startled for a moment before her face softened into a smile. “Oh, my, dear. Good morning. I didn’t mean to wake you.”“You didn’t,” I reassured her, moving to her side. “I just wasn’t expecting to see you up so early.”“I thought I’d make myself useful,” she said, her hands delicately rearranging a jar of cinnamon. “This place is lovely, but I need to keep busy, yo
About a few weeks later…It had been weeks since I last faced her, but the thought of her icy glare still sent chills down my spine. Today was no different. When she entered the courtroom, dressed sharply in a tailored black suit, her eyes locked onto mine like a predator sizing up its prey.The courthouse had a way of feeling colder than it should, even on a warm day. The air conditioning hummed softly, the scent of polished wood and faintly lingering coffee hanging in the air. I sat at the plaintiff's table, trying to focus on my breathing while the memories of past encounters with Wilma gnawed at the edges of my confidence.I swallowed hard and glanced at William, sitting beside me. He must have sensed my unease because he reached over and gave my hand a warm squeeze. His touch was steadying, like an anchor pulling me back from the storm raging in my mind.“You’ve got this,” William murmured, his voice low and soothing. “She’s all smoke and mirrors. The truth is on your side.”I n
The morning light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the kitchen as I sat at the table, staring at my phone. My thumb hovered over Lucas’s name in my contact list. It had been a few weeks since we’d spoken, and while he was safe and sound in Vancouver with his father, my chest tightened with longing.With a deep breath, I pressed the call button and held the phone to my ear.“Mommy!” Lucas’s voice chirped on the other end, bright and full of life.“Hi, sweetheart!” My heart swelled at the sound of his voice. “How’s my favorite boy doing?”“I’m good. Aunt Lety and I went to the science museum yesterday, and we saw a giant T-Rex skeleton! It was so cool!”“That sounds amazing! Did you take pictures?”“Yeah, but Aunt Lety wouldn’t let me climb on it.” He giggled, and I couldn’t help but laugh along.“Well, that’s probably for the best. We wouldn’t want to upset the museum staff, now would we?”“I guess not. When are you coming home, Mommy? I miss you.”The lump in my th
The days that followed were peaceful but filled with an undercurrent of anticipation. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something I needed to do—something unfinished. It had been haunting me for weeks, but now, with Justin’s shadow gone and Leon by my side, I knew it was time.“Leon,” I began one quiet evening, as we sat by the fire. He looked up from the book he was reading, his dark eyes softening the moment they met mine.“What is it?” he asked, setting the book aside.I hesitated, my fingers playing with the hem of my sweater. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”He frowned slightly, confusion flickering across his face. “Who?”“You’ll see,” I said, standing and holding out my hand. “Come with me.”Without hesitation, Leon took my hand, his trust in me unwavering. I led him out to the car, the cool night air brushing against us as we drove into town. The roads were quiet, the streetlights casting long shadows that danced as we passed.We arrived at a small park just out
The clock struck midnight as I arrived at the abandoned warehouse, the location Justin had specified. The air was damp and heavy, the only sounds the distant hum of the city and my own racing heartbeat. I had slipped away from Helena, leaving behind a note promising to be careful, though I knew she wouldn’t forgive me for this reckless decision.The large metal doors creaked as I pushed them open, revealing a dimly lit interior. In the center of the room stood Justin, flanked by two of his men. Behind them, Leon was tied to a chair, his face battered but his eyes sharp and alert. The sight of him sent a wave of relief and fury crashing over me.“Well, well,” Justin drawled, his smirk as cruel as ever. “The damsel arrives. Punctual, I must say.”“Let him go,” I demanded, stepping forward despite the fear coursing through me. “I’m here, just like you wanted. This ends tonight.”“Oh, it will,” Justin replied, pulling a knife from his pocket and twirling it lazily. “But not the way you th
My heart froze as his words sank in. He wasn’t just after Leon—he wanted me. Before anyone could react, Justin’s men stormed in, their presence throwing the room into chaos. Leon moved like lightning, tackling one of them as William engaged another.Helena appeared in the doorway, clutching a laptop. “We’ve got the files uploaded!” she shouted. “But we need to move now!”Leon turned to me, his expression desperate. “Go with Helena. I’ll find you.”“No!” I cried, panic gripping me. “I’m not leaving you behind!”Justin’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade. “Run all you want, Margarette, but you can’t hide. I always get what I want.”Leon’s fist connected with Justin’s jaw in a blur of motion, sending him staggering back. “You’ll never touch her,” Leon snarled, his voice venomous.Helena grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the back exit. “Come on!” she urged. “We don’t have time!”I hesitated, torn between fleeing and staying to fight. Leon’s gaze met mine, and in that split second,
The ominous text on my phone screen felt like a knife twisting in my chest. My fingers trembled as I stared at the words, the weight of the decision Justin was forcing on me suffocating. Choose wisely? What did he mean? What was the game he was playing now?I bolted upright and paced the room, my breaths shallow as panic clawed at the edges of my composure. Every fiber of my being screamed that this wasn’t just about me anymore—it never had been. Justin was a master manipulator, and his threat wasn’t idle.A soft knock at the door snapped me out of my spiral. I opened it to find Leon standing there, his disheveled appearance and the dark circles under his eyes a stark contrast to his usual confidence. He didn’t say anything, just stepped inside and closed the door behind him.“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low and steady, but his eyes sharp as they searched mine.I hesitated, clutching my phone tightly. “It’s Justin,” I finally said, showing him the message.Leon’s expression dar
Back at Leon’s secluded estate, the air was heavy with tension. The security team was doubled, every window and door meticulously checked and locked. Leon’s protective streak was in full force, and I could see the weight of the situation bearing down on him.“Here,” he said, handing me a glass of water as we sat in his study. The room, usually a place of calm and strategy, now felt like a fortress under siege.“Thank you,” I murmured, taking the glass. I watched him pace, his movements restless and charged. “Leon…”He stopped, turning to face me. His dark eyes held a mix of anger, worry, and something else—something deeper that he rarely let surface. “You don’t have to thank me, Margarette. Protecting you isn’t a favor. It’s what I’m supposed to do.”“But this isn’t just about me,” I said, standing to face him. “Justin’s targeting everyone I care about. You, my family, even William and Helena—he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”Leon stepped closer, his presence grounding me. “
The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of William’s words hitting me like a freight train. My family. Justin was targeting my family. The thought sent a jolt of fear and fury through me, my heart pounding in my chest.Leon’s face hardened, his jaw clenched as he stepped closer to William. “What does the message say?” His voice was low and deadly, carrying an unspoken promise of retribution.William handed over his phone, his expression grim. Leon read the message aloud, each word slicing through the air like a knife.“If you want to keep Margarette’s loved ones safe, you’ll stop meddling. The clock is ticking.”I felt my knees weaken, but I forced myself to stay upright. My mind raced, trying to process the implications of Justin’s threat. My parents. My sister. Everyone I cared about. They were all in danger because of me.“Margarette,” Leon said softly, his tone a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his eyes. He reached out, his hand steady and warm on my shoulder. “We’ll
The morning light was deceptive in its warmth, casting a golden hue over the chaos that still swirled within me. Justin’s voice echoed in my mind, his words a cruel reminder that peace was nothing more than a fleeting illusion.I sat on the edge of Leon’s bed, watching his chest rise and fall in steady rhythm. He was still asleep, his face pale and bruised, but there was a tranquility in his expression that eased some of the tension coiled within me.Alexa was safe for now, resting in a secure room down the hall, with Helena standing guard. William had left to oversee the cleanup of the warehouse, ensuring no trace of our presence remained.But even surrounded by Leon’s team and their precautions, the weight of Justin’s threat pressed heavily on my chest.A soft groan pulled my attention back to Leon as his eyes fluttered open. For a moment, his gaze was unfocused, but when it landed on me, a faint smile curved his lips.“You stayed,” he murmured, his voice gravelly but warm.“Of cour
The world seemed to slow as the metal beneath us groaned, then gave a horrifying screech as it collapsed. I felt weightless for a split second before gravity yanked us downward. My arms tightened around Alexa, a scream tearing from my throat as the ground rushed toward us.A blur of movement shot out from below—Leon, running faster than I thought humanly possible. His arms stretched upward, and for a moment, I thought he’d catch us.The impact never came. Instead, we crashed into a tangled net just a few feet above the machinery below. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, adrenaline surging through me.“Margarette!” Leon’s voice was raw as he climbed onto the platform beneath us, his hands gripping the net tightly. “Are you hurt?”“I’m fine,” I choked out, clutching Alexa, who was still semi-conscious. “Get her first!”Leon’s jaw clenched, his eyes scanning the precariously swaying net. He reached up and carefully pulled Alexa down, cradling her like she weighed nothing.
William limped into the room, his face pale but his resolve intact. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice tinged with pain.Leon handed him the phone without a word. William’s expression darkened as he took in the image and the accompanying threat. “We need to act fast. They’re escalating.”Helena nodded. “I’ll get the team ready. We’ll need every resource we’ve got to track her location.”“I’m going with you,” I said, my voice firm despite the tears welling in my eyes.“No, Margarette.” Leon’s tone left no room for argument, but I wasn’t going to back down.“I’m not staying behind while Alexa is out there,” I said, my voice rising. “She needs me.”“She needs you alive,” Leon snapped, his frustration boiling over. “You can’t help her if you’re dead.”The room fell silent, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife. William stepped forward, his gaze flickering between Leon and me. “She has a point, Leon. She knows Alexa better than anyone. She might pick up on something w