After Kat revealed the conspiracy involving Alaric and her mom, my mind started working overtime to find a solution. I couldn’t sit still; I couldn’t just let things unfold without doing anything about it. I knew I had to take control of the situation. Kat was determined to help my family, and while I admired her for that, I couldn’t let her put herself in danger because of it. Alaric wasn't just a manipulative asshole; he could be downright dangerous when his back was against the wall.From a very early age, I have seen the truth about Alaric. He never tried to hide it from me. He was sharp, strategic, and willing to play dirty if required. Kat might have been able to sneak around him for a while, but I was sure sooner or later, he would catch on. And when he did, it wouldn’t be pretty.That's why I needed to keep her safe from him. And that meant taking matters into my own hands.My plan was straightforward: let Kat conduct her own investigation so she would feel involved, and wou
The house felt unusually quiet when I stepped out of my room after a short nap in the afternoon. It wasn’t the same old comforting kind of quiet that was common during the afternoon in the house. Rather, it was the kind that makes your throat scratchy. The kind that settles in after too many secrets have been shared and too many lies have been left unspoken.I couldn’t shake the memory of my conversation with Caspian and Dev in the morning. Telling them about my mom and Alaric’s plans had felt like a weight lifting off my chest, but it didn’t lessen the confusion swirling in my mind. I still had too many questions. Neither did it make me comfortable like I hoped it would after telling them. I knew I had to do more, find more evidence against Alaric, something concrete to help them. They looked like they didn't want me to go with it anymore, and I knew sooner or later they were going to ask me to not get involved. But I had to be a part of it. Caspian didn’t say it outright earlie
I don’t usually dwell on the past; life’s too short to let the past weigh you down. But the last few weeks have been a constant reminder that some things can’t be ignored, no matter how hard you try. The increasing tension in the house, the secrets we were hiding, the growing complexity with Alaric and Dad—all of it started to unravel right in front of our eyes. My family had enough secrets to drown a whole nation, and now, Caspian's revelation about Alaric and Kat's mom had added another layer of complexity to an already tangled mess. I was still unsure of many things, but I knew it wasn't going to end well for us.It doesn't mean whether we win or lose, I had a bad feeling that destruction would follow behind. I’d seen my father lose control before—seen him lash out in frustration or spiral into his old habit of screaming about loyalty towards the family. But somehow, things felt different because Alaric was involved. Alaric was no ordinary problem. He was a parasite, leeching a
The ride back home with Neel was lighter than I anticipated. For some reason, I thought he would ask me about Alaric, and that had me on the edge the whole time. The last few days had been so stressful that I couldn't believe I was finally having a good time with someone. I told Dev and Caspian about Alaric yesterday, but they weren't able to do anything about him yet. They were being very cautious which I understand, given Alaric is their uncle, but I wanted them to do something fast. Lucas had some of the accountants he trusted from the company, look over their company's finances and find anything out of the ordinary. While Caspian was meeting with Derek's lawyer to find out how deep Alaric had his claws inside their business. Although I felt like I was in boiling water, thanks to Neel's animated recounting of our art class, I was able to enjoy myself a little, forgetting about everything else. Neel had a weird way of reading people's emotions, no matter how strongly you're
I looked at Lucas in confusion. There was a reason why we were keeping it a secret from the others. We couldn't just tell them, it would cause us more trouble if the whole family knew. Letting everyone know meant more chances of Alaric and my mom finding out. “Are you sure about it, Lucas?” I questioned, trying to think of an alternative way. “If we tell them, there's a huge possibility that they might try to help, even if it means putting themselves in danger. And do you think Leo won't ask my mom about it? Or confront her for lying to him?” “Kat, I understand all the things you're saying, but we have to tell them for their safety,” Lucas said, massaging his temples. His tone was resolute, though I saw the flicker of unease in his eyes. “Their lives could be in danger. They need to know so they can at least be careful.” My mind once again replayed the chilling threat we had just received over the phone. Every part of my brain screamed that we were in very big trouble and maybe w
I’d stayed in Lucas’ office even after he and Caspian left, trying to make sense of everything we had uncovered. I was still not convinced that Derek would do something illegal like that. He was already a multi-billionaire; why would he put everything at risk—including his family—for a few more millions? It just didn't make any sense to me, no matter how I tried to look at it. It was strange, almost surreal how quickly the day turned from relatively calm to something far more sinister, and that wasn't even the end of it. Something far worse was seconds away from happening and oblivious to it, I was sitting in the office, looking at the encrypted emails. It had been about ten minutes since Caspian and Lucas left for Derek's when I heard a scream that shattered the silence covering the house. My stomach dropped when I realized it was Leo. And without a second thought, I bolted out of the office. My mind was racing with all the terrible possibilities and I couldn't stop them. The p
’Was it the right thing to do? Is it my fault that Derek is in the hospital?’ The thought invaded my mind, making me feel worse than I was already feeling. I told myself that I couldn't have known that Alaric would try to poison his own brother, but the excuse didn't satisfy the guilt developing inside me. My mind kept blaming me for the things that happened to Derek. I couldn't escape. I was the one who heard Alaric and my mom conspiring against Derek and told Caspian all about it. I didn't ask him to keep it a secret and he told Lucas about it, which led to what happened. It wasn't me who killed Derek, but it would be my fault if he died. There was no other way to look at the things. If I had kept my mouth shut and hoped the others would find out about the plan themselves, maybe Derek wouldn't have been poisoned to keep us in check. I wasn't naive enough to believe Alaric meant to kill his brother, it was obviously a warning to the rest of the family. “Alaric is a psychopa
“Well, well,” Alaric said, his voice low and mocking. “What do we have here?” Alaric’s sudden appearance from his room made my breath catch in my throat. For a moment, I was frozen at the spot, thinking I was dead. The image of Derek flashed before my eyes and I could see myself in his place, on the ground, fighting for my life. His tall frame cast a shadow over me, and his ice-cold eyes pierced through my skin, sending shivers down my spine. There was amusement in his gaze as he studied me, taking his time to present himself as the strong one between the two of us. He knew I was afraid, and wanted to come off as intimidating. “Little Kat,” he drawled, his voice deceptively soft and warm. A fake East London accent followed when he continued. “What a surprise. What brings you to my door, dear?” I swallowed hard, willing my feet not to back away from him. My heart was pounding so loud against my chest, I was sure he could hear it from where he was standing. But I told myself t
It had been more than a year since Caspian confessed his feelings to me, and life was finally finding a sense of normalcy. Derek was safe, though he remained permanently in hiding. The Salvatores had not only survived the disaster but had emerged stronger than before. The PR team had worked wonders in reshaping their image, and those who had attempted to bring them down for their own gain were now behind bars. The money laundering case was no longer casting shadows over their name, it was a thing of the past. The FBI cleared their name from any involvement in the money laundering—the world saw them as victims of their dad's actions. The business was doing good; Caspian joined the company, while on the other side, our relationship got pretty strong. We found a balance that allowed us to grow separately as well, because I moved into an apartment with my mom, helping her build a new life for herself. Meanwhile, Caspian remained at the mansion with his brothers. They asked me to stay,
I was always good at fixing things, maybe because I was broken from the inside and knew I couldn't be fixed. I became a lawyer to help my family, to help my brothers. I thought if I knew the ways of law and legal system, I could use it to my advantage, to protect them in any way needed. Yet, it had been more than a month and I was still fighting a battle with no end in sight. I gave up on too many things in my life, thinking I never deserved them. There was always a reason to hold myself back from being truly happy, about something or with someone. There were these little voices in my head that would make me question everything. For years, they had been silent, but ever since I learned the truth about Dad's involvement in the money laundering, they came back. ‘How could you let yourself be happy when your brothers are in trouble?’‘How could you be that selfish?’I couldn't rub my love for Kat on my brothers' faces, especially when most of them wanted her, too. It was not fair to
The sky was cloudless, the bright light of the moon covered the Salvatore property. We just had dinner, and it wasn't like the regular Salvatore family dinner. It hasn't been so ever since we returned to the mansion. Lucas was in Chicago, meeting with some of the investors whereas Caspian had himself locked in his room. Mom was back in Texas, and the twins went to their grandparents (mother's parents). We were all scattered, and the frustration over the situation was torturing us. The news about the Salvatores reached my dad in London and he had been calling and texting me constantly. He wanted me to leave them and come back to London. I almost laughed when he suggested that, but I controlled myself and told him that I would pay a visit soon.He wasn't satisfied with the answer, so I reminded him that I was an adult and he couldn't force me to leave. That shut him up for the moment, and I hung up the phone soon after. He had been texting me ever since, apologizing and asking me if
The Salvatore mansion didn't feel like home anymore. As I walked through the mansion once again, I felt the same way I did the first time—cold and out of place. The strange environment loomed around me, and with each step I took inside, I sensed a profound emptiness, the lingering ghosts of everything that had happened. Perhaps we changed while we were in the safe house, or maybe it was the mansion that had endured too much destruction in a very short period of time. The mansion was still recovering from the nightmares, and the gloom was maybe its way of narrating the pain. Not long ago secrets had been unraveled, trusts were shattered between the family members, and blood was spilled in the very entrance hall I was standing inside. In just a month, it was just a house again—not a home like it used to be. The brothers felt the changes, too; it was apparent on their faces. They could hear the silence everywhere inside the house, and the winds of winter that seemed to fill every c
Caspian barely slept in a week and it was showing. None of us really got any sleep, but it was a little different with Caspian. The lack of sleep wasn't the only reason for the permanent exhaustion in his eyes like us, it was the weight of everything he was letting press down on him—crushing him, consuming his thoughts. It had been a whole week since the news about Derek's involvement in the money laundering was aired all across the country. Everything had only gotten worse after that. The Salvatore name was plastered across every news outlet—big or small. Everyone had their own take on the case, be it the editors of the Washington Post or The New York Times, anchors from CNN or Fox News, and even the social media influencers who were reporting the controversy in the hope of getting views and likes.In no time it became one of the biggest scandals in recent times. And Caspian being the oldest, took it all upon himself. Although we knew it was the politicians and businessmen whose
The main purpose of us getting a safe house was to be safe, but the FBI made it feel anything but safe for us. The air inside the house felt suffocating to me, thick with an unspoken fear that we all felt, but none of us dared to voice. In the last three days, the FBI has visited us five times. The first day they took statements from us and collected evidence—the standard protocol—nothing more than that. We thought it was all, but Caspian warned us that it was just the beginning, and just like he said, they came back once again. This time they took our individual statements and cross-examined us. Since we were already prepared with our answers, nothing felt out of the ordinary. However, I noticed the way some of the officers were looking at us. They knew we were hiding something, but they had no proof. Caspian made sure that everything in the house was how it was supposed to be after Derek left. It was their sixth visit that day. The FBI agents sat across from us in the living ro
They weren’t kissing, but they were about to, I was sure of that. Matthew called just a few seconds ago, to update on the situation. It wasn't looking good for us and we needed to plan our next move. I went into the room Dev was staying to call them both so that we could discuss the problem and try to come up with a solution together. However, I didn't expect to catch them just as they were about to kiss. I saw the way Dev hesitated and pulled away from Kat when I pushed the door open, the way Kat looked utterly lost as if she didn’t know how to process what had just happened between them. I was heartbroken by that but hid my feelings because it wasn't the right time to have that conversation. Instead, I focused on my brother and noticed the slight flush on his face. His fingers were twitching at his sides like he was debating whether to reach for her again or not. And Kat… she was frozen. It looked like she hadn’t yet decided if what happened was a mistake or not.And for a secon
Kat was never mine to fall for, to hold, to kiss, or to even dream about. She was in love with Caspian even if she didn't realize it herself, or was too afraid to accept the truth. Everyone in the house knew it, and I tried to convince myself the same thing a thousand times, that she wasn’t mine to love, that she had never been mine. The moments that we shared together were the prize for the good deeds I'd done in my life. There couldn't be any other reason for someone as beautiful as her to be interested in someone like me. Someone who is predictable, obsessed with things that don't matter, and lacks any social skills. I had nothing to offer her and I knew I was just another fool caught in her gravity, nothing more. It wasn't her fault or mine, it's just the universe forcing the likes of me to orbit around her. Each one of us was attracted by her warmth and kindness at first but couldn't break free after because leaving her meant spending eons in darkness. In her heart, there ha
Silence filled the room as Lucas finally exhaled and nodded in agreement with Caspian. “I don’t like this plan,” he admitted truthfully, rubbing his temples. I knew it was a hard decision for him because he did blame Derek for the things that were happening to the family. And neither of us could disagree with him. We knew he was right, but the actual issue was Derek's safety. “But… I don’t want Dad in prison with Alaric either. You are right, Alaric would make friends inside if he didn't already have one.”“Not just Alaric, the politicians and businessmen whose names are on the list would also try to have Dad killed,” Harry added, scratching his head. “You know the legal system of our country, one can pay to get anything done. We have to find a solution for them too.”“True, they are going to be troublesome in the future,” Neel agreed with Harry, bringing another pressing matter in front of our eyes. They made many new enemies in order to get rid of Alaric from their lives. “We have