My hand rapidly flew outward which I believe must have been my reflexes as soon as I struggled to get away from him. There was an awkward sound of our lips parting after I successfully distanced my face from his.“You’re sick! Why did you do that?” I instantly yelled at him, completely forgetting the fact that my mother-in-law could possibly hear me from this point.I just couldn’t simply let this pass. He was a complete stranger who just randomly kissed me. I could easily file a case against him for harassing me.“You appeared like you wanted to taste my lips. I may be in delirium but I have a good sense you were staring at them for damn good seconds I barely even count how long.” He even teased which rapidly infuriated me that I felt I had to distance myself away from him at a much further space.“I didn’t ask for you to kiss me, you damn idiot!” I retort back, refusing to accept his claim that I want him to kiss me. There wasn’t even any truth to his claim that I was staring at his
There was a silence on his part after I said those things that somehow made me confirm that he agrees with me. And so, before he could even change his mind, I promptly made a quick move to grab the roll of the gauze and quickly roll it several times around his waist.“You try to be gentle, now is not the right time to be rough on me, woman.” he said, his voice deep with a contained pain. It made me quickly stop for a moment though, simply after hearing him address me as a woman instead of the nurse he used to tease me earlier. I suppose he really had gotten serious this time.“What made you stop? Go and finish quickly, it’s painful. Damn it!” He cursed and that was the final cue that made all my hunches right. “You were in pain all this time and you try to contain it and refuse to tell me.” I told him. “Why bother? You’re not a real nurse anyway,” He retorted back, his grumpy behavior was no longer bothering me for some reason. It was like the mere fact that I was able to successfu
I was not able to finish hearing out what the man’s name as I hurriedly stood to get near Dr, Kanishk. She was still staring at me with a bit of perplexed look on her face as though she must have misinterpreted what I was doing with the patient.Meanwhile, the patient suddenly made a comment that caused me and Dr. Kanishk divert our attention on him, “Now you even have an accomplice huh?” despite his condition, he even began to chuckle as though he found the situation ridiculous.If only I could tell him the truth so that he would finally stop from bugging me about why I was even disguising as a nurse in the first place, however, I believe it wasn’t something I should feel obligated telling him anyway.Afterall, he was still a stranger I shouldn’t concern myself anymore.Eventually, I decided to ignore him and turn my gaze back to Dr. Kanishk. “Let’s go?” I urged her to finally get me out of the suite room. She simply nods and lead the way first. And just as I was about to head out,
I suppose this was the effect of what I did earlier. While I was inside the other suite room where that patient who had a fatal wound on his waist, caused me to lift him up to his bed. “What happened to you child, huh? Did they hurt you? Tell me?” Aunt Lou was once again sounding so paranoid as she was so worried about what happened to me.“I don’t know.” I pretended that I was iunaware what truly happened. It made me suddenly bewildered why am I even trying to hide the truth from my aunt. Maybe because I didn’t want her to worry that I helped that matured man at the adjacent suite room.“Come inside the lab, we need to make sure the baby is fine.” Aunt lou insisted and I know that there was no way that I could even try to stop my aunt. Well, at least I have someone to worry about the child inside me other I, myself, alone.*****[WILMA MONTEFALCO’S POV]“You know how much of a hectic day it is at the office today and you really still want me to start working the divorce papers for y
[ MARGA’S POV ]Aunt Lou has done everything she could to make sure that she has enough test result.“Well the fetus inside you is miraculously doing fine even after the bleeding incident. Anyways, I’m going to prescribe some medicine you needed to take to avoid miscarriage. And please, try not to overstress yourself or even go about making yourself working physically.” Aunt Lou’s words once more caused me to remain silent.I knew that whenever she talks like that, especially the professional way, I knew that I must take it seriously. Knowing my aunt, it really doesn’t sit well with her whenever someone doesn’t pay any attention to the details she was discussing.I mean, I believe everyone else would find it annoying, but my aunt would really behave more stressed about it. Like she would really pressed it on me so that I would eventually understand.“Are you even listening to me, Marga?” And now, it what I was just talking about now happened to befall on me instead. “Of course,” I an
“That could only be done by the Montefalco’s. I wouldn’t doubt that.” I instantly said that broke the short seconds silence that occurred between me and my aunt the moment we heard the report of her secretary.Aunt Lou’s left brow arched up and then she swiftly asked, “Why? Did your mother-in-law saw you upstairs?” I shook my head. “No. Dr. Kanishk hid me outside the suite room and she was the one who talked with Mother.” I told her the truth.“Then if that’s the case, how was it that the Montefalco’s suddenly wanted to take those CCTv footage as if they wanted to find out you really went to visit your grandmother-in-law today?” Aunt Lou’s question was also a puzzle to me.“I honestly don’t have any idea, Aunt Lou. but I am very much certain that my mother–in-law didn’t see me.” I stood firm with my answer. It was the truth anyway. Besides, at a time like this, I don’t see any point for me to make any lie.Aunt Lou suddenly took her seat back and rested her forehead on her fingers as
I was left with the feeling that I should actually feel bothered that my Aunt would have to feel responsible of something for desire to see grandma.“You know what, you should’t worry about it. I’ll handle things from here.” Aunt Lou eventually said right after which then again worsen the feeling of guilt that I have.I only wish that it would be that easy for me to actually resolve everything for her. Thing wouldn’t have gone worst like this if I had not pursue coming to see grandma today.“Aunt Lou—” but before I could even begin to tell her what I wish to say, Aunt Lou was quick to tell me to leave.“I said, it will be alright from this point. I’m sure the IT department could figure out something out of the blue.” Even I was not really at ease with her statement. It was like there was a huge thing behind it that was totally off and despite knowing it already, Aunt Lou just remain to be steadfast about trying to keep it from me. Following that, she hurried pushed me towards the do
“Aunt Lou?” I tried to repeat myself again as my query seemed to have gotten her a little stunned. “Oh, yeah, right. About that, well, the IT department was able to resolve it. They successfully blocked the hackers right before they could fully breach into the digital archive.” She quickly answered, and although she was quick to tell me that, I was still unconvinced.I just didn’t want to continouosly press more on the details since knowing my aunt, she would only have something to tell me that would block me from stressing her about it.“On the other hand,” she swiftly said, adding to her statement a moment ago. “Why haven’t you taken your medicines? I adviced my secretary to have these brought home with you so that you could take them at the right time, didn’t I told you that earlier?” Aunt Lou now turned into the strict aunt mode that she was whenever she talks about errands or instructions that were not done accordingly. And as for my stubborness to drink my medicines on time,
The rain was falling again.It always did on days like this—days that felt like endings.I stood on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the stormy waters of Anacortes, my coat pulled tightly around me, the hood shielding my face from the wind that carried the scent of salt and something older—something like goodbye.Leon stood behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to feel him there. His presence was familiar now, carved into my skin like muscle memory. He’d been my gravity, my storm, my salvation, and my ruin—sometimes all at once.“It’s really over, isn’t it?” I whispered, more to the wind than to him.He didn’t answer right away. His silence was as heavy as the stormclouds above us.“I wanted to fix everything for you,” he said finally, his voice hoarse, like it had been dragged across a battlefield. “I wanted to give you a life that didn’t hurt.”I closed my eyes. The ache in my chest pulsed with every beat of my heart. “You did,” I said. “For a while, you did.”I heard the crunch
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I’m not the same person I was before,” I said, my voice firm, unwavering. “And I’m not walking away this time.”The man’s eyes flickered with a moment of doubt, just enough for me to catch. And then, before I could even register what had happened, Leon moved.Faster than I could blink, Leon was in front of me, his hand grabbing the gun and twisting it out of the man’s grasp. The force of it sent the man stumbling back, but he didn’t go down easily. His bodyguards rushed in, but Leon was already a step ahead, disarming one of them with a swift, calculated move.I stood frozen for a moment, trying to process what I was witnessing. Leon—always so calm, always so careful—was ruthless. He was like a force of nature, determined to protect me at all costs.But the fight wasn’t over yet. The man recovered, his eyes burning with rage. “You really think you’ve won?” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “You’re nothing but a pawn in a game you can’t ev
The sound of boots drew closer, pounding the floor with an urgency that echoed through the cavernous halls of the estate. My heart raced as the reality of what I had just heard crashed into me like a tidal wave. The man who had once been a part of my life—my family’s betrayer, the one who had orchestrated their deaths—stood there, calmly, as if this was just another night for him.Leon’s grip on my hand tightened, but I didn’t let him pull me away. I could feel the air thickening with tension, the walls pressing in as everything I thought I knew began to crumble.The intruders were only moments away.The man—he—smirked, watching us. “You think this will end well? You’ve no idea what you’re up against. My people are everywhere.”I took a step forward, ignoring Leon’s silent plea to retreat. “You killed them. And you thought I would be the next one to fall in line?” My voice was a whisper, but it held a power I hadn’t realized I had. “You were wrong.”The man’s face faltered, just for a
Next Morning at the Estate Archives. The basement was cold and damp, and the air smelled of mildew and secrets. Old boxes lined the walls, labeled in my father’s tidy script. Financial records. Land deeds. Correspondence.Leon sifted through a crate of documents while I dug through another.Then something caught my eye.A faded folder labeled: Project Thornfield.I opened it slowly.Inside were blueprints—plans for development across coastal land that was supposed to be protected forest. There were signatures from multiple board members, including names I recognized.And then, one I didn’t.N. Vallis.Leon leaned over. “You know that name?”I shook my head. “No. But look here—he signed off on the project two weeks before my parents died.”Leon pulled out his phone. “I’ll run a background check.”I kept flipping through the documents—and found something that made my blood run cold.An aerial photo.Of the cliffside. Our property.With a giant red X drawn over the coordinates where my p
THREE WEEKS LATER...The investigation moved faster than I’d expected. With the board fully on our side now, the paper trail unraveled like a thread pulled from an old sweater—each piece of evidence exposing the next. Shell companies. Forged contracts. Witnesses who had remained silent out of fear but were finally coming forward.Still, no one had seen him since the day of the summit. He had vanished without a trace. No flights. No offshore activity. No messages. It was like he’d disappeared into smoke.But Dorian didn’t believe in ghosts. “He’s hiding,” he said as he handed me a thick folder. “And this—this will force him out.”I flipped through the documents. Bank records. A property registered under an alias. Hidden deep in the woods outside of Anacortes. I felt my stomach twist.Leon stepped up behind me, his hand grazing my shoulder. “Let’s pay him a visit.”The cabin was barely more than a shadow tucked between trees. No lights. No car. Just silence and the thrum of insects in t
Sunlight crept cautiously through the cracks in the blinds, casting golden slivers across the hardwood floor of the safe house bedroom. I sat curled up on the edge of the bed, a blanket draped around my shoulders and the journal heavy in my lap. The cover was cracked, worn with age and secrets. My fingers hovered over the first page for what felt like an eternity.Leon was nearby—he hadn’t slept much, either. He stood at the window with a mug of black coffee, watching the world outside with quiet alertness. When I finally opened the journal, he turned slightly but didn’t speak. He knew I needed silence for this.The first entry was dated nearly two decades ago.July 14th. We signed the contract today. Two families, one future. The woman from Delmar Holdings is more cunning than I expected. She knows we’re desperate—and she used it. I told Mariana to trust me. That this was the only way. God help me, I hope I’m right.My breath hitched. Mariana—that was my mother’s name.I flipped thro
MARGARETTE'S POVBefore we could react, the door behind us burst open.Three armed men rushed in, dressed in black, their movements precise and rehearsed. Leon shoved me behind him, drawing his gun up in an instant. Dorian, who had been lingering near the entrance, took cover behind a cabinet, gun already out.“Elise’s father wasn’t bluffing,” I breathed, my heart hammering. “He had backup ready.”Leon fired the first shot, catching one of the intruders in the shoulder and sending him crashing to the floor. Chaos erupted. Dorian ducked low and returned fire, narrowly missing another attacker who retaliated with a spray of bullets that shattered the windows.I crouched behind an overturned table, the sound of gunfire drowning out my thoughts. The locket in my palm dug into my skin, its edges sharp—a painful reminder that I couldn’t afford to lose control now.“Elise’s father!” I shouted to Leon. “He’s escaping!”Through the haze of smoke and broken glass, I saw the man slinking toward
The sound of footsteps pounding in the hallway was the last thing I heard before the door slammed open.I barely had time to react before a rush of armed men poured into the room, their eyes scanning every corner, landing finally on me. There was no mistaking the intent behind their cold stares.“Get down!” Leon’s voice crackled through the earpiece again, but there was no time to obey. I couldn’t allow myself to hesitate—not now, not when the truth was within reach.I raised my gun, my hands steady despite the chaos unfolding around me. I wasn’t going down without a fight, not after everything I had lost. Not after everything Elise’s father had taken from me.Before the first man could react, I fired. The sound of the shot echoed in the confined space, the bullet finding its mark in the man’s chest. His body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, but the others didn’t hesitate. They moved in faster, their guns drawn, but I was ready.I ducked behind the desk, using it as cover
Dawn came in silver slivers through the cracks in the window. I hadn’t slept—not really. My mind was too loud, looping the footage over and over like a broken reel.Leon sat across from me at the table, sipping his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Neither of us had said much since the footage. We didn’t need to. The truth had cut so deep, it didn’t leave room for small talk.But I had questions.And I needed answers.“How long do you think he’s known I survived?” I finally asked, voice hoarse.Leon didn’t look away from his mug. “Long enough to start covering his tracks. But he didn’t expect the locket to resurface.”My hand instinctively reached for it. The locket was warm now, like it had absorbed my grief and fury. Inside was a picture of my mother and me—her arm around my tiny shoulders, her smile soft but tired. A photo I hadn’t even remembered until last night.“He killed her,” I whispered. “He killed my father. For what? A project?”“Not just a project,”