I’m at Ryan's gate. I lean on the horn, letting the sound echo off the high walls. A place that used to be home. Used to be familiar. Used to be… safe. And now? Just a twisted reminder of everything I’d rather forget. I’m still sitting there, waiting, when it hits me: the gate doesn’t automatically open. It’s the first time I’ve ever sat here without the smooth, silent glide of that gate making way for me, like it did every other time I’d pull up. Every time… before I left Ryan. Before I left all of this. Of course, the electric tag needed for the gate to open is glued to my Bentley, the one I left with Ryan on my way out of his life. And the gate’s sensor doesn’t recognize Luke’s car. I honk again. A crackle fills the silence, and a muffled voice cuts through. “Hello? Could you… um, could you pull down the window, ma’am? Look into the camera?” I tug the window down with a deliberate slowness, staring straight into the tiny, blinking camera above the intercom, daring it to den
I reach into the nightstand for the taser I’d brought up earlier. I click it on, letting the blue light crackle in my hand for a second before switching it off and holding it at my side. It’s not like I’ll need it—probably. But I love knowing I have it.As I descend the staircase, I hear their laughter, faint but grating, echoing through the front door. I take my time, each step deliberate, almost regal, like I’m finally walking into a role I was always meant to play. The queen of this godforsaken castle, here to set things straight.I swing open the door, and for a moment, there’s a stunned silence. Ryan and Emily are standing there, both frozen as they take me in. Ryan’s gaze travels slowly over me, lingering far too long, while Emily just gawks, blinking, her jaw slack.“Well, well,” Ryan says, recovering. “You’re back.”I smile, a slow, icy grin. “Of course, I’m back. Kindly take my presence in front of you as an eviction notice. The both of you are no longer allowed in this house
“You did what?” Luke’s voice is sharp, barely containing his surprise. I can almost picture his brows raised in that signature half-amused, half-incredulous look.I clear my throat, enjoying the moment far too much. “Moved back into my house, kicked Ryan and Emily out.”There’s a beat of silence, and then Luke laughs. The sound is deep and rich, echoing through the phone. “If anyone had asked me to guess what you were up to yesterday, that wouldn’t have made the top hundred. Details please. I’m curious how all this happened.” He sounds almost gleeful.“Where to begin?” I let out a long sigh. “Well, first, I was locked outside the gate. Because, you know, the gate’s sensor doesn't recognize your car.”“And?”“And then there was Grant—the gate security. He made me look into the camera and state my name like I was some kind of intruder.” I chuckle, remembering it. “But once he saw it was me, he looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Apologized a thousand times before he finally opened the g
I’m finding it difficult to process what Grant just said.I stare at him, unsure if I heard him right. “She… she took the hard drives?”He nods, scratching his chin. “Took them out, said she needed them for ‘safe-keeping,’ and then told me to shut off the cameras in the house whenever anyone’s at home. Until further notice, she said. So I did. You weren’t around. So I figured she was the lady of the house.”I scoff, more to myself than to Grant. “She thinks she’s queen of everything she lays eyes on, yes. But she’s not the lady of the house, Grant. Not anymore.” My mind races, the implications of this news unfolding.“Well,” Grant says, “either way, she took them. All the hard drives.”“Did she say where she was taking them?”“Nope.” I let out a humorless laugh, unable to believe her audacity. Of course she took them—she’s always a few steps ahead, making sure there’s no proof of whatever stunt she’s planning to pull next. That woman is like a specter, lurking, quietly positioning he
It takes me about five seconds to regain my senses, and another five to decide what to do next.One hand reaches for my phone, and I press the record button, feeling a strange calm settle over me. They’re so wrapped up in each other, so engrossed in their own world, they don’t even notice me. It’s almost laughable. For all her talk about image, appearances, about doing things “right,” here she is—splayed out on an office desk with someone who is very much not Ryan.I guess the man’s name is James because she cries out the name in a high, breathless gasp. “James! Oh, god. I’m cumming.”Her body begins to convulse. James growls and thrusts inside her one final time, pouring all his energy into the moment.They collapse together, spent and completely unaware. I stop recording, switch to voice memo, and slip the phone into my bag. I’ve got all the proof I need now.And then I clap. Slow and steady, announcing my presence.Emily’s head jerks up, and the color drains from her face as she sp
Her eyes narrow, and I can see her mind working, trying to calculate, to reason her way out. The thought almost amuses me. “You think I’m just going to hand you over some video or photo of me and Ryan? Just like that?”“Oh, I don’t think it. I know it. Unless, of course, you’re alright with the alternative. I could always release this little masterpiece to the press. ‘CEO’s Mistress Caught Red-Handed.’ Imagine the headlines.”Emily’s face twists with fury. “You’re insane.”“Maybe,” I say. “But I’m not the one who’s spent weeks playing house in the CEO’s bedroom. A married man’s bedroom.”She clenches her jaw, glancing sideways at James, who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. His gaze shifts between us, and I don’t miss the flare of anger in his eyes. This wasn’t part of his plan either, clearly.Emily forces a smile, her eyes pleading as she speaks in a syrupy tone that would be convincing if I didn’t know her so well. “Julie, come on. This is all getting out of hand. Isn’t ther
~~Ryan O’Brien~~ Ryan collapses in his seat. It’s barely past noon, and he’s exhausted. His mother, Adeline, had made him send about three dozen emails to various companies—potential partners—and at this point, if he has to send another “I hope this email finds you well”, he’d lose his damn mind. Jesus Christ. Half the companies on these emails aren’t even worth the attention. And Adeline has somehow forgotten that Ryan has a secretary. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” Ryan says, staring at his mother who’s penning something down in a book. “I’m right where I want to be,” she replies without looking up. “What if I don’t want you here?” “Great. You can leave.” “It’s my office,” he says. “You can’t set up a workstation in the CEO’s office. I can arrange for an office in your name so we can both get privacy. You are suffocating me, Mom. I can’t breathe.” Adeline's pen stills, her manicured fingers hovering over the page. Then, slowly, she raises her head and looks at him
Emily looks like she’s about to explode. Ryan can see her clenching and unclenching her fists. Then she says, “Probably because I’m Ryan’s secretary?”“A secretary who was on her lunch break.”Emily lets out a humorless laugh. “Being on my lunch break doesn’t make me any less his secretary.”Ryan rubs his temples as if the mere presence of both women in the same room is giving him a headache. “Can you both stop? I’m going through enough as it is. I don’t need two women clawing each other’s eyes out in my office.”“Great,” Emily says. “I was just about to go.”“Oh, no, you’re not,” Adeline interjects. “I don’t trust whatever this is. I don’t trust you. If there’s something going on, now would be an excellent time to start talking.”Emily opens her mouth to retort, but Ryan has had enough. He stands abruptly, grabbing his jacket and briefcase with a sharp, determined motion.“Let’s go.” He strides toward Emily, nodding to the door. “I’ve had enough of my mother for one day.”“It’s still