"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
My heart race from horror as I thought about what would become of grandma. After seeing her lying unconscious on the floor, my reflexes urged me to call for help. Emergency hotlines were faster to save grandma after I shouted to the maids to call for help. They were able to provide immediate response to Grandma. “Margarette…” Grandma’s voice sounded too low that I almost didn’t hear her whispering for my name. An oxygen mask was still clinging against her lower face enabling to help her breathe.What seemed to have happened to grandma was a series of asthmatic attract. It would appear that her personal nurse took a break believe that grandma wouldn’t be up from her afternoon nap until it’s dinner time.Not knowing that grandma was already up early because she forgot to take her inhaler. But since walking for too long was making grandma too tired, it was impossible for her to grab the inhaler at the wall cabinet where most of her maintenance medicines were stored.“I’m right here, Gr
“Mother? Why did you have to slap me?” I eventually asked her while my hand voluntarily pressed my swollen cheek. I could feel my skin vibrating from the impact of Justin’s mother’s action.It was physically painful, but what was more hurting for me was the fact that my own mother-in-law would eventually raise her hand at me. And I don’t even have any single clue why she would even do this time.It was not until she finally speaks again, “You did this to my mother! You didn’t even dare call us right away, had it been for the maids, we wouldn’t even know.” She screamed at my face.It was the first time that mother had acted like that. It was even too petty, although it was a shortcoming of mine that I was unable to call them right away. “Mother, it was an emergency. I had to call for the medics right away to be certain that grandma could be saved right away. If I failed to inform you immediately, please understand that it was because I had to watch over grandma.” I reasoned, hoping th
Over a day had passed and here I am trying to sulk from the time that time when I learned that Justin still have feelings for Regina. And It hurt so much having to hear that from him directly. I had always believe that since the accident, Justin would eventually change the way he feels for me. However, I was wrong to think that someone like my husband was even capable of loving me truly.The way he treated the past few weeks were only result of his pity over what happened to me. I was naive to think that Justin had already changed. Perhaps I was wrong again.“I hope you’re not forgetting to eat, dear. You look so pale that I am getting worried about you and the child inside of you.” Aunt Lou eventually took my moment of thinking.Apparently, after telling her that I miss her, Aunt Lou insisted to take me out for dinner. Since Justin and I had this argument, we still really haven’t talk about it. The longer this cold treatment between us occurs, all the more that I get this strong fee
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
The drive to the meeting location was tense, the air thick with anticipation. I sat in the passenger seat, my fingers gripping the leather armrest while Leon navigated through the city streets. Dorian was in the back, too casual for my liking, but that was just how he handled pressure. I wished I could be that indifferent. Instead, my mind kept cycling through every possible outcome of this meeting.Elise had made her choice. That much was clear. But whether it was out of self-preservation or something else entirely, we would soon find out."Where did she say we’re meeting?" Leon asked, his voice steady."An old train yard on the outskirts of the city," I replied, reading the address she had sent. "Secluded. Not many ways in or out."Leon didn’t like it. I could tell by the way his jaw clenched. "Sounds like a setup."Dorian chuckled from the backseat. "Sounds like someone’s being paranoid."Leon ignored him, eyes still on the road. "I don’t like unknown variables, Margarette. If she’
The next few days passed in a blur of careful planning and tense anticipation. Elise’s information had given us a direction, but we still had work to do—connections to make, leverage to gather. It should have consumed all my focus.But Leon was a distraction I couldn’t shake.No matter how much I told myself that our night together hadn’t changed anything, I felt it in the way he looked at me, in the way his fingers brushed against mine when he handed me a file, in the way his presence filled every quiet moment. He didn’t push, didn’t demand more than I could give, but the weight of everything left unsaid pressed down on me.I wasn’t sure if I was grateful or terrified.***Late one night, I found myself pacing the penthouse balcony, the cold air biting through my thin sweater. The city sprawled beneath me, glittering and endless, yet I felt trapped in my own thoughts.“You’re thinking too loud again.”I turned to see Leon stepping onto the balcony, his hands tucked into the pockets o
The meeting with Elise was set. That should have been my focus. But my mind kept replaying last night—Leon’s lips on mine, the way he held me as if he couldn’t bear to let go.I inhaled sharply and pushed the thought away. There was no space for distractions.The restaurant Elise had chosen was a high-end establishment, the kind that catered to politicians and business elites who wanted to talk without prying eyes listening in. The dim lighting and low chatter made it the perfect place for clandestine discussions.Leon and I arrived together, though we were careful not to look too familiar. Dorian had insisted on waiting outside, just in case.Elise was already seated when we arrived. She was dressed elegantly in a dark blazer, her posture stiff with tension. As soon as she spotted us, her eyes flicked to Leon, then to me.“You came,” she said, her voice steady but guarded.I slid into the seat across from her, Leon taking the one beside me. “You asked, we answered.”Her lips pressed
The weight of Leon’s words settled over me, thick and inescapable. I could feel the heat of his gaze, his possessiveness wrapping around me like an invisible chain. A part of me wanted to push back, to tell him that I didn’t belong to anyone. But the other part—the part that craved the way he looked at me, the way his presence consumed me—refused to speak.Instead, I exhaled sharply and turned away, fingers tightening around my phone. "I haven't decided yet," I said, my voice even, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an immediate answer.Leon hummed low in his throat, stepping closer. "Decide carefully, Margarette."I refused to face him, but I could feel the warmth of his body behind me. The air between us buzzed with unspoken words, unsatisfied tension.Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.***Later that evening, I sat curled up on the couch, scrolling through my phone, staring at Noah’s message.Drinks sometime? To catch up. No pressure.It should have been s
The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, but its warmth did little to ease the tension curling in my stomach. Elise’s message played over and over in my mind.Meet me at noon. My place. No one else.Leon sat across from me, fingers drumming against the table as he studied the message. He was too quiet. That meant he was already three steps ahead, calculating risks, preparing for anything.Dorian whistled from where he lounged on the couch, sipping his coffee like this was just another casual morning. “So, we’re going or not?”I shot him a glare before turning back to Leon. “What do you think?”Leon leaned back in his chair, considering. “It’s suspicious. Either she’s truly desperate, or she wants us walking into something.”I crossed my arms. “I think we should go.”His gaze flickered to me, sharp and assessing. “If we do, we’re doing it my way.”I nodded. “Fine.”Leon studied me a second longer, then let out a low sigh. “Then let’s get moving.”
The night breeze rolled over the pier, carrying the scent of salt and damp wood. Elise had disappeared into the fog, but the weight of her decision lingered in the air. Leon stood beside me, silent, his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat.“She’s scared,” I murmured.Leon let out a low hum. “Good. Fear makes people careful.”I glanced at him. “And desperate.”He met my gaze, his dark eyes unreadable. “Desperation is useful. If she’s smart, she’ll realize we’re offering her an out before everything collapses.”I let out a slow breath, my mind racing. “And if she’s not?”Leon’s jaw tightened. “Then we make sure she doesn’t get in our way.”There was a finality in his tone that sent a chill down my spine. He wasn’t a man who took risks lightly. He weighed every move, calculated every possibility. It was why I trusted him, even when the path ahead was uncertain.Dorian, who had been leaning against a lamppost, pushed off and stretched lazily. “Well, that was fun. I say we celebrate.