[ 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,
Since the Montefalco's party, it seemed like the week flew by in the blink of an eye. But during that time, I could not shake the worry about what might have happened to grandma. I could not help but worry about her well-being, but Aunt Lou was adamant about keeping me confined to the house.I had been eagerly awaiting the moment when my aunt Lou would finally depart for her duties, allowing me the perfect opportunity to slip away unnoticed. However, to my dismay, the hours had ticked by since the early morning, and Aunt Lou was still engrossed in her beloved garden in the backyard."Are you not going to your clinic today?" As soon as I emerged, I eagerly greeted her, eager to see her latest masterpiece in the garden.I must admit, they are truly wonderful. It is quite a delightful surprise to discover that my aunt possesses a knack for gardening as well. She excelled at creating charming little scenes beneath her rustic wooden fences."Is it Saturday today?" she asked, her voice fill
It had slipped my mind just how much time it took for me to transition from my cozy pajamas to a lovely, comfortable outfit in order to help Aunt Lou at the grocery store. I was taken aback when I realized that Aunt Lou had already finished changing and taking a bath, and she did it much more swiftly than I ever could. As I descended the stairs, a wave of surprise washed over me. There she was, perched on the cream sofa chair by the door, engrossed in her phone. Our eyes met as she noticed my presence.“Are you good to go?” she asked while wearing a very bubbly expression.What she didn’t know that it instantly made me feel somewhat awkward knowing that I may have actually made her wait for me for minutes or hours I couldn’t even remember how long. "Did I keep you waiting for so long, Aunt Lou?" I asked, my voice filled with concern. Deep down, I feared that I had indeed made a mistake. And knowing my aunt's nature, I knew she would inevitably refuse to acknowledge the truth."No, d
My blood seriously boils seeing them hand in hand like a loving couple. What does my ex-husband really take me for? He was obviously the one cheating on me and I remain quiet about it all these years. And yet now, it was like slapping me multiple times seeing how they look so lovey-dovey.A single tear was trying to escape from the corner of my left eye, but I immediately had to wipe it off just in time when I witnessed Regina finally turning her eyes in my direction.What just added more to my fury was the fact that she didn’t even seem surprised or flustered that I was there seeing the two of them. She pretended not to see me as she made a quick devious smirk.“Honey, I forgot about the bread, would you get it for me.” Regina told Justin and even addressed him as honey.How dare the two of them publicly display their affair when the divorce agreement between me and Justin had not been settled yet. As soon as Justin left to get the errand that Regina had asked of him, Regina pushed
Justin abruptly threw out my hand in the air as he let go of my wrist. There came a short awkward silence that was filled with tension as the next few moment was all about me and Justin exchanging glances that were full of hatred and annoyance.Never had I imagine that a day would come that the two of us would eventually become like this as though we had never been husband and wife. “Not only did you publicly display your mistress, but you even dare mistreat your wife in public for the sake of her.” I eventually said, breaking the silence that rendered me and Justin a moment ago.“Damn that statement, Marga. It was you who cheated on me and now you are coming clean trying to spit on me, something I could never do!” I scoff. His statement just made me want to feel like my stomach twisted that I couldn’t help but laugh it out. “What was so damn funny about it, huh?” Justin promptly said.“The funny thing? Oh no, it was not a thing, but who. Because it was you who was funny, Justin.
Nathan Calloway had always exuded a quiet menace, the kind that made people instinctively lower their gaze and step aside. But today, he didn’t bother with subtlety. He stood in my path like a hunter savoring his victory, his dark suit crisp, his expression one of smug satisfaction.“Margarette,” he said smoothly, like we were old friends. “Going somewhere?”I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to keep my expression neutral. My heart was pounding, but I couldn’t let him see my fear.“I was just leaving,” I said, stepping sideways.He moved with me, blocking my way. Behind him, two of his men stood by the black car, watching. Waiting.“Now, now,” Nathan murmured, tilting his head. “Let’s not make this difficult. We both know how this ends.”A cold rush of adrenaline flooded my veins. I could fight. I could run. But neither would get me far.Leon’s voice came through my earpiece, low and urgent. “Margarette, I’m coming. Stall.”I swallowed. “If you know everything, why are yo
Elise Grant was a woman born into privilege, but privilege came with its own kind of chains. She had spent her life learning how to play the game, but now she was realizing that the rules had changed—and I was the one rewriting them.I watched her disappear into the fog, but I knew she wouldn't be able to walk away from this. Not entirely. People like Elise didn’t just sit back and watch their world collapse—they fought, even when they didn’t know who the real enemy was yet.Leon let out a quiet sigh, his fingers flexing against his side. "She’s going to struggle with this."Dorian smirked. "Good. People make the best decisions when they think they don’t have any other choice."I pulled my coat tighter around me. The air was damp, the salty ocean breeze mixing with the lingering scent of gasoline from the fishing boats docked nearby. "She’s going to reach out again soon."Leon’s gaze flicked to me. "How can you be so sure?""Because she’s smart," I said simply. "And because she’s terr
The wind whipped through my hair as I watched Elise disappear into the night. A thrill ran through me, a mix of victory and anticipation. She had taken the bait, but we weren’t in the clear yet. Not by a long shot.Leon and Dorian flanked me, their expressions unreadable. The three of us stood in silence for a beat, the ocean waves crashing against the wooden pier below us.“She’s scared,” Dorian finally muttered, lighting a cigarette. The flame illuminated his sharp features for a moment before fading into the night. “Which is good. Fear makes people predictable.”Leon’s gaze remained fixed on the path Elise had taken. His jaw clenched, his thoughts miles ahead of us. “Fear also makes people desperate.”I turned to him. “You think she’ll run to her father?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifted his stance, slipping his hands into the pockets of his coat. “Not immediately. She’s smart enough to know that if she tips him off too soon, she’s collateral damage.”I nodded. “The
The moment Elise Grant’s fingers touched mine, I knew I had her attention. She was a woman who played in circles of power, who measured every interaction with precision. A single misstep could cost her everything.I held onto her hand for just a fraction longer than necessary, letting the weight of my words settle between us. Then, with a small, knowing smile, I withdrew, lifting my champagne flute to my lips.“Margarette,” Elise repeated, as if testing how my name felt on her tongue. “I don’t believe I’ve heard of you before.”I chuckled softly. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”Elise tilted her head, intrigued but guarded. “And what exactly do you do, Margarette?”I swirled the champagne in my glass, watching the golden bubbles rise to the surface. “I help people see things they’ve overlooked.” I lifted my eyes to hers. “Or things they’ve been kept from seeing.”Her smile didn’t waver, but something in her gaze sharpened. “That sounds dangerously close to a threat.”“Not a threat.” I to
The black SUV moved through the city under the cover of darkness, the tension inside as thick as the fog rolling in from the harbor. I sat in the passenger seat, my fingers drumming against my thigh, my gaze fixed on the glittering skyline ahead. Leon drove in silence, his grip tight on the wheel, while Dorian lounged in the backseat, casually checking his watch as if we weren’t about to walk into one of the most dangerous plays of our lives.“Elise Grant won’t be easy to approach,” Dorian mused, breaking the silence. “She’s got bodyguards, a strict schedule, and enough privilege to think she’s untouchable.”“That’s what makes her blind to threats,” Leon countered. “She’s never had a reason to look over her shoulder.”I exhaled slowly, my mind racing through the details of the plan. Elise would be attending a charity gala tonight, hosted at a high-end hotel owned by one of her father’s associates. It was the perfect opportunity to get close, to plant the seeds of doubt in her mind. Th
The cabin felt smaller now. Maybe it was the presence of this new stranger, or maybe it was the way my nerves coiled tighter with every passing second. Either way, the moment Dorian stepped inside, I felt it—the shift in the air.I gripped the revolver tighter, even as I pushed the door shut.Leon emerged from the hallway, still holding his phone, his dark eyes sharp as they flickered between me and Dorian. He didn’t look surprised. If anything, he looked… resigned."Dorian." Leon’s voice was clipped. "You took your time."The stranger—Dorian—chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair. "Traffic," he said, as if that explained everything. His green eyes met mine again, studying me with a mix of curiosity and something I couldn’t quite name.I didn’t trust him."You’re staring," I said flatly, not bothering to hide the irritation in my voice.Dorian grinned, unbothered. "Just making sure you’re as sharp as Leon said.""Flattery isn’t going to make me lower the gun."Leon exhaled, pi
The car ride was silent except for the occasional hum of the tires against the pavement. Lillian sat in the driver’s seat, her hands steady on the wheel, eyes flicking between the road ahead and the rearview mirror. Every so often, I followed her gaze, expecting to catch sight of a shadow trailing behind us.Nothing.Yet the unease in my chest refused to settle.Leon had sent one of his private drivers to pick us up outside of town, just past the tree-lined outskirts where the city lights faded into darkness. The safe house was in an undisclosed location—secluded, heavily secured, and supposedly impenetrable. But after everything that had happened, I wasn’t sure I could believe in impenetrable anymore.Aunt Lou had been hesitant to let me go, but she knew staying behind was too dangerous. Uncle George had slipped a small revolver into my bag before I left, whispering instructions in a firm voice I had never heard from him before."Use it if you have to. Don’t hesitate."Now, as the he
i sat in the dimly lit room, my fingers trembling slightly as I clutched the warm cup of tea Aunt Lou had prepared for me. The fragrant steam curled upward, but even the soothing aroma couldn’t quiet the storm raging in my mind.No matter how tightly I wrapped myself in the comfort of my aunt’s presence, my thoughts remained restless, tangled with fear and uncertainty. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thing—Leon, his jaw tight with determination, refusing to back down no matter the danger. His need to uncover the truth had set us on a treacherous path, and with Alexa hidden away for her safety, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.Sleep had been a distant dream for the past few nights. Every creak of the house, every gust of wind against the window, sent my heart racing. I knew I was being watched. Maybe not now, in this moment, but somewhere out there, someone’s eyes were on me.A soft knock at the door shattered my thoughts.Aunt Lou
The room remained silent for a moment, heavy with the weight of what Lillian had just revealed. My mind raced, processing the implications of the forged document. Justin wasn’t just trying to intimidate me—he was trying to erase my claim entirely, to make it look like I had given up willingly.I clenched my fists, my pulse pounding in my ears. “How did you get this?” I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.Lillian exhaled sharply, pulling out a USB drive from her pocket and placing it on the table. “An informant within Justin’s circle leaked these to me. They overheard him discussing his next steps—he’s preparing to launder the stolen assets and shift everything offshore. If we don’t act now, your parents’ properties will be out of reach forever.”Uncle George muttered another curse under his breath. Aunt Lou, pale and shaken, placed a protective hand over mine. “What do we do now?” she asked, looking at me as if I had the answers.I swallowed hard, then turned to Lillian. “Do we have