“Leo likes Kat's friend, and we just had a little disagreement about it,” Derek explained to Mom while she came to stand behind him. He was still sitting on the stool idly tracing a pattern on the marble top while trying to gather his thoughts. He looked older that morning, weighed down by the events that took place the night before. His brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes were fixed somewhere far beyond the kitchen. “Oh! you didn't tell me about him?” Mom turned to look at Leo with curled lips. “Wait, is he the guy you've been texting recently.” Leo looked away, embarrassed. “And you told me it was someone from the class.”“You knew about it, yet didn't tell me anything?” Derek said suddenly and his voice carried that heavy, parental mix of frustration and concern. Though he didn't sound angry. “You should have told me earlier.”“I wasn't sure about it myself. Besides, I thought he was someone Kat was interested in,” she said, turning to look at me. “I
“She wouldn't play with Dad like that, would she?” His question made me uncomfortable because Mom was doing exactly that. She was with Derek because of his money and she claimed he knew that too and was fine with it, but I didn't know if I could pass that information to Leo or not. Whatever agreement they had was between them, and I believed it wasn't my place to share that with his sons. Thus, I hid the truth but didn't tell him lies about Mom either. “I don't know her enough to comment about that. She hasn't been around much and you know she dated a lot of men between my Dad and yours.” “Still, she's your mother,” Leo tried to pull out any information, it was understandable that he was worried about Derek. “You must know something.” “I know that she's not the most responsible person on the planet, and didn't care about her daughter for years,” I said, remembering how I wanted to leave with her when Dad and her divorced. “Apart from that, she's just a stranger to me. I guarant
The breakfast was unusually different that morning, though the difference felt less of a comfort and more of an unsettling weight in the air. Everyone at the table seemed too focused on their plates, keeping their thoughts tightly guarded because they were all pretending. Derek didn't want any more disobedience and asked his sons to act in a civilized manner in front of Diego. So, burdened by traces of guilt they were all fulfilling his wishes. They were trying to present themselves as a picture-perfect family to Diego. Their conversations revolved around business and sports, and they were doing their best to not start any unnecessary arguments. Leo of course took advantage of the situation, making remarks that wouldn't have flown any other day. Derek was the best among them all when it came to acting. The way he talked about his sons almost made me believe his words. When Dev told him that Ian wanted to have his breakfast alone, I knew he was going to force Ian to eat with us. O
The weight of my mother’s confession sat heavy on my chest, like a stone I couldn't dislodge. It felt like a constant reminder of the chaos brewing under everyone's feet. They had no idea about my mom and Derek conspiring together. All day, her words had been replying in my head—the nonchalant tone with which she admitted to manipulating Derek, using Alaric, and completely dismissing the fall out it would unleash in the future. She didn't realise that it wasn't just her life at stake, but also mine and everyone else entangled in that family.I sat on my bed, knees drawn to my chest, trying to focus on anything other than the storm in my head. The book I had picked up was lying next to me, forgotten a long while ago. The words blurred into an unintelligible mess every time I tried to read them. My thumbnail had taken the brunt of my anxiety, and the faint metallic tang of blood jolted me back to reality.Enough was enough.Their secret wasn't just my burden to carry. It was about mo
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 didn’t want to talk about the Salvatore family with Cami. It was too depressing to have that conversation with her. I didn't want to talk to her about Alaric, or about my mother, not about Derek lying in the hospital while his sons tried to salvage the mess he unknowingly helped create.For once, I just wanted to talk about myself.And—more specifically—I wanted to talk about Caspian.“So, let me get this straight.” Cami’s voice was clear through the speaker, cutting through the quiet of my dimly lit bedroom. “You like Caspian?”I groaned, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face in my pillow for a second before lifting it again. “God, don’t say it like that. I didn't mean it like that. I meant there are things that have happened, and he has done things that made me feel weird.”“Like what? The true feeling you've been hiding for months?” She let out a breathless laugh. “Kat, this is huge. You’ve been dodging relationships for years, and now you’re telling me you have actual fee
Alaric knew something.That much was clear the moment he stepped into the dining room, his presence wrapped around the air like a noose, slowly tightening around all of us. His sharp, assessing gaze skimmed over the table, taking in our frozen postures and the lingering tension that none of us could shake off.Then, as if he hadn’t just walked into a room full of people on the brink of plotting his downfall, he smiled. A slow, knowing, chilling smile appeared to scare us. “Why does it look like someone just died?” he mused, his voice was light and easy, but there was something underneath it—something taunting, something dangerous.Nobody answered.I could feel the tension radiating from Caspian beside me, the way Lucas’s fingers tightened around his fork, and the barely restrained scoff from Dev.Alaric didn’t seem to mind the silence. He strolled forward with unhurried confidence, like a predator stepping into a den of prey. Pulling out the chair next to Leo, he sat down, completely
Dinner had never been that quiet. Not in the Salvatore house. The long dining table was filled with plates of steaming food—pasta, grilled chicken, and fresh bread—but no one seemed interested in eating. They were thinking about something, and while their hands moved mechanically I knew they wanted to know what was the important thing Caspian wanted to talk about. He told them that he had something important he wanted to share with them after the dinner. And I guess he shouldn't have shared that much information with the others before because the others were still thinking about it, trying to figure out what it might be. Ian already had a small idea, yet he could feel the tension in the room. As a result, he was very uncomfortable. I could see it in his eyes. The room was dimly lit, with the chandelier above us casting soft, golden light over the strained faces. Unlike other days, even Leo didn't fuss about the food or ask for dessert with the meal. And that's when I realise
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dried and felt like sandpaper when I tried to swallow the lump forming in my throat. I wasn’t sure about my own emotions, about what to feel—relief, panic, guilt? Maybe all of them at once, or maybe none. Mom had looked at me when I was coming downstairs to help Dev with the dinner, her expression was unreadable. Yet, I knew what was going on inside her head. She must have been afraid of what kind of person wouldn't be in this situation. I asked her what happened or if she needed help with something, and she simply said, “I don’t care what happens to me. As long as you’re safe, I'm willing to do anything in the world. You might not trust me right now, but believe me, my words are true. And I'm going to show it tomorrow.” I hadn’t known how to respond when she was being that open with her thoughts. I should have said something, anything, but I didn't. I couldn't find the right words to say, and thinking about it now, I guess it wouldn't have ma
“So, when are we going to tell the other about what is going on in the family?” I asked the two brothers who still looked conflicted. “If mom confesses tomorrow, their life will be in danger too. If Alaric finds out, he will take it out on whoever he finds.” Caspian and Lucas shared a secret look but told us nothing about it. I was sitting at the kitchen island, my fingers were wrapped around the cool ceramic of my untouched water glass. While, my mind was elsewhere—spinning, twisting, trying to make sense of everything we were about to do. But worse were the fears associated with our every move. That was the reason I wasn't speaking much because I was afraid my fears and what-ifs would slip out mistakenly in normal conversations. And I knew it would only damper their mood, so I heard them instead and tried to be positive about our little mission. “She's right. At this point I think we need to tell the others,” Dev said, stirring a simmering pot of pasta sauce. “This morning t
The room was much quieter after my mom had left. It had been more than an hour since she was gone. Yet, the heavy air of her decision lingered in the room that surrounded us, entering my brain through my nostrils. I couldn't stop thinking about it because it felt like an invisible force that had a huge surprise for everyone in the house. I still wasn’t sure if I believed her—if I could afford to believe her. I didn't know where I stood with her; sometimes, I had been acting like the best daughter in the world, while other times I felt as if she was my biggest enemy. I couldn't figure out how to act around her. Even though she had agreed to confess and that was ‘something not to look over’ according to Caspian, I couldn't bring myself to trust her completely. I knew I could have trusted her more when she told Derek the truth, but I couldn't help but think it was one of her other elaborate plans. “A woman can get anything if she wants it enough... anything.” Her words from years
“My brothers are crazy,” Caspian followed after when my eyes found his. “They have done some of the wildest things on the planet, and don't even let me start with Leo. He's the definition of cringe and intrusive thoughts.” “Yeah, that I know,” I agreed with him about Leo, because he had done some of the wildest things. However, after Ian disappeared on his birthday, Leo got a little serious about the things around him. “There's a lot more.” The way he said that made me think about what he meant by it. There was an undertone of some sort that I couldn't place, but it wasn't anything positive. The way he said that, it felt darker and chilling. “Well, I'd love to know more about you brothers than,” I said, hoping he would get the hint and will talk about himself then. ‘What are you trying to do?’ My brain questioned and I stopped myself from continuing, realizing that I was flirting with him. “You got time,” he said taking a seat on my bed and looked at the famed picture of me with
The air outside was cold and comforting, just walking outside through the entrance made me feel much at loose than I had been the whole day. A soft breeze carried the faint scent of the forest that surrounded the Salvatores’ estate, and moisture that brought me relief. The sky was covered with dark clouds and looked like it was going to rain soon. I was almost waiting for the rain, hoping to see the forest come to live. I was walking beside Caspian. I could feel the tension from the meeting still sitting heavily on Caspian's shoulders. Lucas was following closely behind us, his brows were still furrowed in deep thought, while Dev walked a few steps in front of us with Matthew. As we reached the driveway, Matthew paused. His shiny black Mercedes was waiting for him, the driver was inside. Matthew turned to face us, his demeanour was as calm and professional as ever. He had the same aura around him that at the beginning, I saw around Caspian. “I’ll wait for your call,” he said, his
Caspian’s office had turned into the Salvatore family's war room over the past few weeks. It was a room that once felt intimidating—lined with tall bookshelves, mahogany furniture, dark leather chairs, and the history it contained of me and Caspian. Now, it was a place where heavy discussions were taking place, to reach decisions that could alter the family’s fate. I was sitting in the corner of the room, feeling like an intruder in their world of business and law. Yet, as I watched Lucas and Caspian argue over the papers spread across the desk, I realized I wasn’t exactly an outsider anymore. I was part of the mess, whether I liked it or not.Matthew, the Salvatores’ lawyer, sat across from me. He was calm and collected despite the storm brewing in the room, trying to hear both sides. His neatly pressed suit and calm demeanour gave him an air of professionalism that felt out of place amidst the storm of words. Dev was pacing near the window, his hands were shoved deep into his po