Avoiding Ethan was impossible.I tried. I really did.He was always there, impossible to ignore, always throwing in some comments that got under my skin. But as much as he irritated me, my mother was worse she was practically draping herself over Robert. I knew they were getting married soon, but still.My mother had a toxic talent: luring in old, bored men with her hourglass figure. I had inherited the same shape, but unlike her, I preferred to cover it up rather than flaunt it.She played the part of the long-suffering woman who had raised her daughter alone, and that was exactly why she needed me here today. But I knew how this worked. She would get bored after six months, divorce him, and if she was lucky, walk away with half his money or at least the expensive gifts.That’s how we went from a trailer to a suburban house in three years. And now? Now she owns a mansion.One would think I am being too harsh on her, but stick around and see for yourself.I kept my focus on Rachel, pr
Rachel’s head snapped toward him, her eyes flickering with surprise. “Wait, your company?”“Is there any other Blackwood Corp that I don't know of?” Ethan’s voice is filled with sarcasm, but his pride is unmistakable. It made me want to gag.Rachel turned to me with a kind smile, her wide eyes filled with excitement. “No way, I work there.”Was I supposed to celebrate?My stomach twisted as all eyes at the table turned to me.My mother’s interest immediately piqued now that the conversation involved her new family. “As what?”“As an intern but placed as my secretary.” Ethan’s grin was downright smug, like he knew he had just gained the upper hand.My mother’s sigh was loud and grating, her disapproval evident. “A secretary? Really?” She shook her head with a patronizing smile. “Well, I suppose it’s a step up from…whatever you were doing before.”My jaw tightened, my teeth clenching so hard I thought they might crack.And, of course, she wasn’t done.“And what was she doing?” Ethan ask
Ethan found his way to my side, his demeanor annoyingly relaxed. "You don't look pleased at all?" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement, of course I knew he didn't give two shits about me, this was all part of his sick game I forced a tight smile. "Just tired. It has been a very long day." He knew I was talking about the hell of an interview, so he smirked. I knew he was was still hellbent on turning me into the joke of the dinner. I hated how he looked so handsome. Then again, the devil was once the most beautiful angel. "Hope you're njoying yourself?" he asked, changing the topic with that fake innocence in his voice. “I guess so?” I shrugged, uninterested in entertaining him. “You guess so? You're at a Michelin-star restaurant Little Sophie.” I raised my eyebrow at that nickname, 'Little Sophie' but I don't know why I found myself liking it. I rolled my eyes before I could control it, but there wasn’t any reason to be rude to him, not yet anyways So I mustered a p
Monday morning arrived far too quickly. The elevator ride up to the executive floor of Blackwood Corp felt like a slow march toward my hell, doom, and possible end. I had decided to dress down today, violently avoiding anything red or remotely appealing. Instead, I wore a slightly ruffled black dress that stopped below my knee and a blue blazer jacket, my hair in a plush bun. And after downing three cups of coffee, I knew I could do this. Lie. I can't do this. I can't handle this at all. My heart pounded against my ribs, my palms damp as I clutched my bag. But despite the anxiety clawing at my throat, a sense of satisfaction settled deep in my chest. I had gotten the position. Not my traitor of a best friend. That fact alone made this worth it. I told myself this job was a fresh start, a chance to prove myself, but when I stepped into Ethan’s office, I realized just how naive I had been. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands in his pockets, looking effortlessly
I was barely two hours into my day when my phone buzzed with an internal call from Ethan’s office.I exhaled sharply before answering, here we go again. “Yes, sir?”“Bring the documents from my desk and make three copies. Now.”The line went dead. No please, I didn't want to go to this office but there was no room for negotiation. I gritted my teeth but grabbed the damn files anyway.Ethan barely glanced at me when I walked in. He was behind his massive desk, flipping through emails on his laptop. The room smelled like expensive cologne and power, a scent that was quickly becoming suffocating.I moved toward the copy machine in the corner, trying to do my job and leave as fast as possible, but his voice cut through the silence.“You and your mother,” he mused. “You guys are not close at all, are you?”My hands shook for half a second before I continued. “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”Ethan leaned back in his chair, watching me like a hunter amused by his prey’s weak attempt at esc
The donut sat in the small paper bag on my desk, mocking me because deep down I knew I couldn't pull this off.I stared at it, tapping my fingers on my, debating whether I should just throw the damn thing away.It seemed like a good idea this morning. A peace offering it was a small, almost ridiculous way to break the ice before I apologized to Ethan. Because I owed him one.I wasn’t the type to regret my words, but the second that comment about his mother had left my mouth, I knew I had crossed a line. A deep one. The kind that couldn’t be erased with a simple “I didn’t mean it.”Because I had meant it, at the time I meant every single word I said.I had wanted to hurt him. I hated the way he always seemed so untouchable, so unaffected by anything. And now, after reading the truth, after seeing what his childhood had really been like, I knew just how wrong I had been.I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face.The office was alive with its usual morning buzz, but I hadn’t seen him yet.E
The wedding rehearsal dinner was exactly what I had expected, it was lavish, excessive, and filled with people who thrived on appearances.It was the kind of event where people pretended to be happy, pretended to be invested, but in reality, they were just waiting for the perfect moment to sink their claws into someone else's life, and my mother was at the center of it all.She laughed a little too loudly, touched Robert a little too often, and made sure every single person in the room knew how “blissfully happy” she was. But it wasn’t just Robert she was entertaining. I caught the way men looked at her as if she were a prize to be won. She knew it too, and from the way she entertained them I was almost certain she had found her next husband here.But if you ask me, This rehearsal dinner was pointless. My mother and Robert had been married more times than I could count, if anyone knew how to say “I do,” it was them.I drained my third glass of wine, feeling the more then fed up, the w
His lips was hovering just above mine it was close enough that I could feel the warmth of his every breath, his heart beating, and how his breathing felt almost hitched.I could see the tiny specs of gold in grey eyes, how long his lashes were, how thick his brows were. He was incredibly handsome.Not that I didn't notice before, it was as if I felt more aware of that fact.I was entirely frozen, rooted to the spot, completely stuck in the space between fight and surrender. This was wrong in extreme ways and yet, I didn’t pull away from his electric kiss.Ethan’s fingers lightly went up my arm, barely touching me but still enough to leave a trail of heat as he went in circle, his eyes never left mine, dark with desire and he was waiting for me to come undone, he was daring me to make the next move, but I wasn't going to.I swallowed hard. “This is a mistake.”His smirk deepened, but there was something different in his gaze now, it made my stomach twist in ways I wasn’t prepared for.
After the call I sat down next to her, my heart racing as I stared at her, trying to make sense of what had just happened.Her voice was soft but trembled as she spoke. "When you and Ethan left the mansion yesterday… He took it out on me."This was my fault.I felt my throat tighten. A cold lump formed at the base of my chest, and I couldn’t breathe for a moment. I knew something wasn’t right, but hearing her say it out loud made it worse. I wanted to ask more, but I couldn’t. I needed to know.“Is this the first time?” I asked, and as soon as I did, I regretted it. I immediately remembered when she frantically came here in a crying mess but I didn't do anything because I was overwhelmed with my own shit.I remembered how broken she was and how she covered it up immediately when her darling husband came to ‘pick' her up.I had a lot of questions and I wanted to stop myself from pushing, but I couldn’t, I had to know."Why wouldn’t you leave him, Mom?" The words slipped out before I c
The next morning arrived without mercy, I guess toke moved really fast when you hadn't slept at all After finding the business card, sleep became secondary because we knew who Drm Callahan was, was going to be a huge lead. So we spent the entire night at Ethan’s kitchen island, with a shut load of ccold coffee, our open laptops and half-torn sticky notes.At this point the name Dr..Callahan wasn't a lead, it was an obsession. We searched medical directories, university alumni pages, old oncology conferences, and even dark places in the internet that I wouldn't never think of goung to But a new click opened a new rabbit hole with each search result ending in a wall.No hospital.No city.And no fucking clue.Ethan sat on the counter at one point, head in his hands, while I stared blankly at the glowing screen. Neither of us said it aloud, but the truth was there, and that this was a lost cause. Whoever this doctor was, they didn’t want to be found.“This is hopeless,” he said.But I
Rachel ran forward screaming in a high pitched voice I didn't know she had. “Daddy? Daddy, are you okay? I heard glass break, what did Ethan do?” I blinked. What! The! Actual! Fuck! The way she rushed to him, like a little girl desperate to protect her hero, had my breath catching in my throat. She didn’t even glance at Ethan, she just went straight to Richard like he was the one who had been hurt when he might have been the one to shatter the glass. When did all this happen? When did Rachel start calling him Daddy with such tenderness? When did the girl who once side-eyed his every move become this… concerned? I barely had time to process it before Ethan spoke. “What I did?” he said, his tone flat. “You mean existed?” Rachel’s body stiffened. Her hand, which had just touched Richard’s shoulder, dropped like it had been scorched. She turned to look at Ethan, but the words she had died on her lips. Maybe it was the look in his eyes. I stood there, in the middle of this st
I took.l one last look at Sophie as I followed my father, he didn't say a word but it was obvious that knew what was coming; he had to. I strode down the hallway, my footsteps heavy on the floor but my father's pace was steady, but I could sense the tension building between us as I trailed behind him. My eyes fixed on the back of his head as so many thoughts ran through my head, He didn't look back, didn't acknowledge my presence. I continued to follow him as we went past the portraits of a family that barely existed, past the polished antiques that felt more like props than memories. He stepped into his office like a king returning to his throne. I had to admit that his office does look with a throne with the hgh ceilings, heavy mahogany desk, lather and gold and of course it reeked of his ego that soaked into the fucking walls. But now I know that none of this belongs to him, except his ego He didn’t look back when I entered, he just walked straight to the far end of the ro
Rachel's condescending voice cut me short. “Sophia, will you let my father talk to my brother or not?” I couldn't help but roll my eyes while Ethan had his usual unreadable expression, he looked regal and detached, like he had practiced that mask in front of a mirror. But I knew him too well, I know how much work it took him to keep everything in control, I couldn't see that there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth, I noticed the way he was tightening his jaw and I could sense that he was anything but calm.Mr Blackwood just cleared his throat as his eyes went straight to me. “Come with me Ethan,” his tone was flat and commanding, as he was leaving no room for argument. Everyone was silent looking between Ethan and I waiting to see what would happen.Ethan walked towards me with a silent plea in his eyes.“Please, Sophie. Just this once… stay out of it.”His words hurt, but I gave him a look that told him that I wasn't comfortable with him being alone with his father, for all
Sophie's POVThe silence in the car was thick and extremely suffocating. Ethan hadn’t said a word since the call, and I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes showed that he was close to being wild with rage or just that he was very angry.And what Lorna said today only fueled his temper ten thousand times over.“He is looking,” Ethan said in a very low voice as his eyes were distant now, he looked like he was already five steps ahead of his father. “The fucker suspects, I can feel it, you know when I went to my mother's room he was watching and that was the first time in yeats that he went to her wing in the mansion, then now he went in the room it feels sketchy."I nodded in agreement."When I left the mansion today he gave me a chilling look that didn't quite sit right with me.”I listened without saying a word, just nodding my head so Ethan would know that I was picking up every single word he was saying, but he wasn't don't talking.“I don’t know how much he
Lorna’s eyes shifted to him slowly, and the sorrow etched into her face made my chest tighten. She looked like someone who’d lived with the truth for too long, and it had started to rot inside her.“He isolated her,” Lorna said. “At first, it was subtle. He convinced her not to go to her usual doctor. Said he knew someone more experienced, someone who ‘specialized in stress-related issues.’ She was hesitant, but he insisted. Claimed it was best for the baby.” She turned to Ethan “Best for you.”She turned to me then, her voice sharper and deadly bitter. “But that doctor… he was a joke. No credentials we could ever confirm. Always gave vague results, told her the tests were fine even when she could barely walk without holding onto something. I told her it wasn’t right. Told her to get a second opinion. But Robert didn’t let her.”Ethan’s jaw clenched. I could see it working as he gritted his teeth.“He told her she was imagining things. That she was paranoid. That stress was making her
Sophie's POVLorna’s fingers twisting a worn-out tissue, and I could already tell she wasn’t sure if she should speak. I could tell she was already getting emotional as I watched her lips tremble as she finally drew in a shaky breath.Ethan hands resting on the steering wheel even though we weren’t going anywhere, be looked very agitated as if he knew he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear.“Lorna please.” I begged. “I know this is hard for you but Ethan needs answers.”She nodded her head and sighed.“She met him in school… your mother. God, she was brilliant. Soft-spoken but sharp. She could silence a room with just one look.” She was looking at Ethan with a sparkle in her eyes as if she was seeing his mother in him.Ethan didn’t move, but I could feel him getting agitated. I turned slightly in my seat, I turned my body to face her as Lorna spoke.“Your father was a scholarship student, an orphan but was deadly smart, your grandfather sponsored him and your mother took i
I looked at her curiously and wanted obviously to know more as I stepped forward slowly.I bent down to her level to see what see was reading as hands hovered above the page like I was afraid it might burn or something “Let me see it,” I said, shocked that my own voice didn’t sound like mine.She didn’t hesitate, he just held it out with no warning or pause.I took the diary and read“I tried to protect him. God knows I did. But the day he walked into my room with the bottle, asking why it had Daddy’s name on it, I knew I was losing grip. Ethan was only six and he already understood too much I guess children are too observant, and maybe he inherited more than just his father’s eyes.”Everything blurred, the diary slipped from my hands and landed with a thud.Sophie bent to pick it up, but I stepped back.“No.”“Ethan—”“I need to think.”I moved toward the window, pressing my palm to the glass, my forehead against it. “I don’t remember any bottle,” I whispered. “But I remember her c