Mother glared at us with a questioning gaze as though it meant to be like she didnât want aunt Lou to enter the house. There was a sudden tension at the moment between mother and my aunt Lou.âGood evening, you must be the motherâin-law that my niece here is talking about as a very generous one.â Aunt Lou promptly said breaking the silence.Although aunt Lou gave a nice greeting towards mother, I couldnât simply shake off the awkward feeling that was still hanging between her and my aunt. It was like at any moment now, mother would definitely strike back against aunt lou for some reason. And I didnât want that to happen.Since there was still an eerie silence that came after the greeting that aunt Lou did, I was already forced to meddle and hope to try prevent mother from saying horrible things that would trigger Aunt Lou.However, just as I was about to speak to mother at the moment, Mother immediately speak up and said, âThank you, youâre niece is such a sweet daughter-in-law. Sorry
Suddenly, everything around us remained still like time had just froze while the three of us were looking at each other.Everything just felt intense now that my aunt Lou retaliates back. I actually would never have thought she was actually capable of doing that. I know Aunt Lou was a very patient person, although she could be very stern sometimes, which was why I do understand if she would eventually react that way.If I were in her shoes, I would definitely do the same thing. Aunt Lou was just defending me, her family from the rudeness of my own mother-in-law.âHow dare you lay a hand on me? Didnât you know I am a lawyer? I could sue you for that!â Mother once again used her lawsuit card to threaten another person.âI am more than prepared to counter you in court for harassing my niece. To think you are a lawyer and yet, you didnât even know how to show any concern to your own daughter-in-law? Before you accuse my niece for not doing her job, why donât you ask your son first what c
The moment Aunt Lou left me all by myself, was the time that I suddenly felt shivers down my spine. I knew that by facing my mother now, she would eventually get mad at me.And yet, when I entered her office things seemed like it was not what I expected it to be. My mother-in-law happened to be calm earlier which was a total surprise for me.I made sure to knock three times before I made the approach. âMother, Iâm here now,â She gave me a quick glance before she continued to sign the papers on her table. âSit down, Margarette.âI was seriously nervous at the moment. Thinking Iâd be alone with my mother-in-law terrifies me to the core. She could interrogate me or blame me for what happened earlier and I'm certain that I'd have no answer to provide her with.But as I sat down the adjacent chair across her table. I was surprised that she actually didnât even yell or be mad at me. I was surprised, as a matter of fact. âMother, about theââ I was about to start having a conversation with
â Iâm sorry, mother, but I donât really feel comfortable talking about this issue any longer.â I promptly told mother the truth.My whole body was feeling the tension all over. Itâs like any moment now, i think I would eventually faint from the feeling of fright and discomfort. Since I could already feel like I would faint any moment, I instantly made my way out only to be hampered by mother, âAnd where do you think youâre going? Weâre not even finished talking, Margarette.âDespite hearing motherâs voice, I suddenly felt like everything was going wrong around me. My chest abruptly felt too tight that I couldnât nearly breath, even my hearing becomes too shallow.It leaves me the feeling as though motherâs voice was coming from a deep well. âMother, I donât think I can still handle more ofââ it was then that I could no longer hand it anymore that I eventually got consumed by the darkness that had engulfed my consciousness.Before I knew it, I eventually woke up next inside my room wh
âWhat now, Margarette? Are you just going to stare at the utensils like that? Those stuff wonât move on its own, dimwit!â Mother sternly told me as I seemed to be pacing out for a while thinking what to prepare.Her statement, however, perked my eyes. I wanted to call her out for calling me a dimwit but with the limited time I have to prepare for meal before Justin arrive made me instantly move instead.âSorry, mother.â I uttered, pulling my feet to finally move around and do something. As mother was still looking at me, I simply couldnât just stand still and do nothing.Truth be told, even as I move around, all that I was doing was just to keep moving the utensils in my hand. Sooner or later, my mother-in-law would eventually notice that I was only playing around the utensils and if that happened, I donât even know how I would begin to explain it.âMargarette, are you seriously just going to keep doing the same thing over and over? Tell me, do you actually know what youâre doing?â an
CHAPTER 43 When I opened my eyes, there was Justin once more.I couldn't believe my eyes as I found myself caught a glimpse of him, my heart racing in my chest. It was in that moment, when everything seemed uncertain, that I finally realized the truth: Justin's presence had actually saved me. âAre you not feeling well?â Justin asked.As he yanked me towards the dimly lit corner, his hand clamping tightly over my mouth, my heart raced with a mix of fear and curiosity. Through the haze of panic, I caught sight of motherâs glare and ignore it.âPlease, justin, take me upstairs. Iâm too exhausted.â I begged for the last time I could still muster enough energy.Eventually Justin carried me upstairs back to our room.If it weren't for Justin's quick action, I would have been still stuck with Motherâs errands. My whole body trembled with an overwhelming sense of tiredness. The sound of Justinâs breathing reverberated through the air, a symphony I wanted to continue hearing. I cou
I had a hard time accepting the fact that Justin was actually capable of treating her in such a manner. A short while ago, it appeared as I saw him with Regina and that they shared a romantic dinner with one another. And of course, I can't help but recall that I've seen that woman clinging on Justin no matter where he goes.At first, I didn't pay any attention to her at all. My first thought was that perhaps she is just some random woman who is connected with Justin in regard to their business but not in any other way. Having said that, my opinion of her has completely shifted in light of what I have seen after entering this room. Perhaps she could be Justinâs woman. Until I saw it was Regina.I wonât even be able to move in that state if I were in that womanâs shoes. However, it seems like the case between me and that woman is entirely different knowing how Justin is treating me right now.He was giving off that gentle look once again. I was not still convinced with it. This was not
It didn't dawn on me until just now that I'm actually getting more aroused than I was before. It was Justin who started the fire, and it's burning me like hell right now. As much as I hate to admit it, it appears that only he can put out the fire, and it won't stop giving me discomfort until he enters me.Justin places his face squarely on top of mine and gives me a light nibble on the back of my neck. In comparison to how rough I've seen him be in the past, this is surprisingly kind and gentle. His brusque approach to getting me has already registered so deeply within me that it is already impossible for me to just put it out of my mind. The fact that my body is already yearning for that roughness to return despite the fact that he has been making an effort to treat me gently is an even more surprising development at this point. Suddenly, I find myself wondering what could possibly be preventing him from being the typical version of himself, especially considering the fact
The room felt heavier now, as if the ghosts of the past had never truly left. My fatherâs study had once been a place of quiet authority, filled with the scent of polished wood and old books. Now, it was chaosâa graveyard of secrets waiting to be unearthed.Leon and Dorian moved swiftly, sifting through papers, searching for anything that might explain my fatherâs connection to Eliseâs father. But my hands trembled as I flipped through the documents.My fatherâs handwriting stared back at me in sharp, deliberate strokes.Project HavenâInitiated 20 years agoI frowned. âProject Haven?âLeon peered over my shoulder. âThat name mean anything to you?âI 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. âWeâve got more.â 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 childâtoo 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.Leonâs grip on my knees tightened. âWe need to figure out why he has this.âI nodded, but my thoughts were elsewhere, tangled in memories I had buried long ago. My parents. Their deaths. The accidentâor what I had been told was an accident.I took a shaky breath. âThis locket... it was my motherâs. She gave it to me the day before she died.â My voice wavered. âWhen they found me after the accident, it was gone.âLeonâs eyes darkened. âSomeone took it.ââNot just someone,â I whispered. âEliseâs father.âDorian entered the room, his usual calm demeanor slightly frayed. âI just got word. Eliseâs father left town hours ago. Whatever game heâs playing, he planned this move in advance.âLeon cursed under his breat
The moment we arrived at Leonâs 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 fatherâthe man who had been a phantom in the shadows of our problemsâhad 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.âWe need to move,â I said, breaking the silence. My voice came out steadier than I expected, but my hands were trembling. âEvery second we waste, Alexa could beââ I cut myself off before finishing the thought. I refused to let fear paralyze me.Leon pushed off the wall, his expression unreadable. âDorian already has our people searching the perimeter of
The city swallowed us whole the moment we stepped out of the car. Anacortes was the sameâsteel and stone, sharp edges and dark alleysâbut I felt it in my bones. Something had changed. Or maybe it was just me.I wasnât the same woman who had left this place behind. I wasnât 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 Eliseâs 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.âDorian.â Leonâs voice was low, sharp. âWhat do we know about Eliseâs fatherâs movements?âDorianâs fingers danced over his phone screen, his brow furrowing. âHeâs been careful, but not careful enough. Thereâs been an increase in high-profile meetings in the cityâbusiness moguls, politicians, even a few well-dressed criminals. Heâ
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 heâd done this before. I was no stranger to fear, but tonight, it pressed against my skin like a second layer.Eliseâs 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.âSheâs out there somewhere,â I said, my voice barely above a whisper. âAnd weâre running out of time.âLeon exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. âWe need to figure out what Eliseâs father wants. Whatâs his endgame?âDorian didnât 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 Alexaâs disappearance wasnât a coincidence. It was a moveâa calculated strike from Victor Langford, a man whose power was as dangerous as his reach.I couldnât 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. âWe need to move fast.âDorian nodded. âIâll put our guys on the streets. If they moved Alexa within city limits, someone saw something.âI swallowed, forcing my voice to steady. âWe canât just wait for information. We need to hit back.âLeonâs gaze snapped to mine, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. âWhat a
The night felt heavier than before, the air thick with unspoken tension as we pieced together what Eliseâs fatherâs return truly meant. My mind raced through the implicationsâif he had found her, it meant he wasnât working alone. It meant he had resources, people willing to do his bidding, and most of all, it meant we werenât prepared for what was coming.Elise hadnât moved from her place on the couch, her fingers white-knuckling the phone. She wasnât the same woman I had met beforeâthere 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.âWe need to move her somewhere else,â Dorian said, arms crossed. âIf he got to her once, he can do it again.âLeon ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. âMoving her wonât change anything if he has the means to track her.ââThen what do you suggest? We wait for him to knock
The tension still lingered, like static in the air, even after we had ensured Eliseâs 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 didnât have to say anythingâI could feel the weight of his gaze."Youâre shaking," he murmured.I exhaled sharply, glancing down at my hands. He was right. I hadnât 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 inâwoodsy 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 Eliseâs father had left a trail of financial crimes, bribes, and illegal dealings that could tear their empire apart. The question wasâhow 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 didnât 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