The envelope feels heavier than it should be. Maybe it's because Nathaniel is just outside the door. Its weight is a reminder that everything I have been thinking and feeling for this man is wrong. I had forgotten about our arrangement, and his anger reminded me of how small I am. I sit by the window, the soft evening light filtering through the curtains. I open the letter. His handwriting is as beautiful as his face, precise, and almost as painful as the words he threw at me yesterday.“Megra,I owe you an apology, not just in words but in actions. My behavior has been inexcusable, and my anger towards you is unjustified. I know how much you have been through, and I did not make it easier. I was worried for you and insecure about myself, so I lashed out. My past has scarred me, and though that is not an excuse, I let it control me. I am sorry for accusing you. I should have known that this situation would not be easy for you. I should be supporting you, but instead I doubted you. Ple
“Shall we?” Nathaniel stretches his hand, and I place mine on his. We walk into the garden and are greeted by a hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. About sixty guests turn their attention to us, their faces a blur of polite smiles and curious glances. My heart pounds—a drumbeat of anxiety that Nathaniel must feel through our clasped hands. His grip tightens reassuringly, an attempt to bridge the tension that has grown between us.Our days have been filled with anger on my part and frustration on his. We have barely talked or looked each other in the eye since our fight. The fact is, this engagement is nothing but a farce to solidify our contract.I scan the crowd, searching for a familiar face, knowing very well that I won't find one apart from the staff. Loneliness creeps in. How is anyone supposed to believe that this is real if I have no one to share what should be one of the happiest days of my life with? I force a smile, determined to play my role perfectly as agreed
All the drama has drained me, and my secret bundle of joy has not been making my night easy either. I excuse myself from Nathaniel, telling him I need a minute. He doesn’t seem to mind. He hasn’t been mentally present since Andrew. I sneak back into the house, making my way to our upstairs bedroom bathroom. Nausea grips me. Hiding my pregnancy from everyone will clearly be a challenge.After I finish vomiting, I walk to the mirror to clean myself up. I look at my reflection, wondering what I am doing and if this contract is worth it. I do not recognize myself any more. I have lost touch with the person I was just a few weeks ago. My life was on track. I was in love. I had friends. Now here I am in a rich man's bathroom, about to marry him and have his child, even though I barely know him. Its laughable.Why is Andrew even here, and why did he bring Becca? I wish that, for just a day, I could have some sort of peace. I splash some water on my face, trying to steady my nerves, but every
The music was still loud and throbbing through the floorboards. Laughter and shouts are floating up, mingling with the clinking of glasses. Liza is doing a good job, making sure no one knows what just happened. Yet in the chaos, I feel cocooned in a strange calm, still wrapped in Nathaniel's arms. I have stopped crying; the tears are now dry on my cheeks, but my heart is still racing as the fear is part of me.Nathaniel's grip is tight around me, and his breath is warm against my ear. He has not stopped trying to promise to keep me safe. His murmurs are soft and soothing. “I will keep every promise I make, not just to keep you safe but also when I asked you to marry me. Everything I said, Megra, I mean it. I will do everything in my power; nothing else happens. I want you to be happy. You deserve it.”I pull back slightly to look at him, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity. All I see is determination—a resolve that sends shivers down my spine. This is not part of our deal a
I spend the next few days fighting the urge to ask Nathaniel about Anna. My curiosity drives me to look for more clues around the house, but I cannot find anything. I need to know what happened between him and the woman for whom he was clearly the love of his life. Everyone seems to get the impression that Nathaniel is using me to live out his fantasy with her, and that makes our situation worse.As we pack our bags to leave our countryside escape, I cannot shake the dread that has settled in my chest. Nathaniel's touch is gentle, and his words are kind, but I know his heart belongs to another woman. I chose to hide the album that I had found in my bags, determined to ask him about her at some point.I have loved our stay, but in my mind, I am wondering if he was just reliving his memories with Anna. He chose this place; he chose the house where he spent his happiest times with a woman who looked like me. With the woman he was to marry and spend the rest of his life with. Whatever my
Nathaniel left for work early, his absence leaving an unsettling quiet in the house. I have gotten used to spending my days with him, but now that we are back, things need to get back to normal. I descend the stairs, missing the days where I had more to do than just sit in this massive masion thinking of my troubles.My mind is racing with the myriad of tasks that need to be tackled for the wedding. Liza is already busy around the kitchen, her plump figure moving gracefully between the counters.“Liza, good morning,”“Good morning, Megra. How are you feeling today? Ready to start planning this wedding?” Her smile is as warm as ever. Her friendship is my one comfort in this new life.We sit down for breakfast before I see the pile of wedding magazines and notepads covering the living room table."Liza, are you sure we need all those?” I ask her, my voice muffled.“Don’t talk with your mouthful, Manners maketh woman. And clearly, you have never planned a wedding.”The day is dedicated t
I hear the roar of Nathaniel's car coming to a stop. He bursts through the door, his tie askew and his eyes wide with worry.“Are you okay?” he demands, his voice a mix of panic and relief. “I got your message. Archer was here? I should have known ignoring him would make him take such measures. What happened?”I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “Your family is something else. Archer was awful, Nathaniel. The insults and insinuations. How do you live with such people?”“I don’t; that’s why I don’t use the family name.”“Archer repeated something Andrew said to me. He said that you are using me to finally fulfil your happily ever after with Anna.” Her name tastes bitter in my mouth.At the mention of his ex-fiancé, Nathaniels's face darkens with anger.“I am getting tired of everybody bringing that name up.” His voice is low and tense. “Archer had no right to come to my house and say those things to you. I promised to protect you, and I will. I need to talk to him and put
I wake up with a smile on my face, feeling a warmth I haven’t felt in months. My relationship with Nathaniel has transformed into something real, something hopeful. The wedding arrangements are going smoothly, thanks to the wedding planner Nathaniel has hired. Each detail is perfect. Apart from the fact that I have no one to invite, I am happy with the outcome. It feels like we are finally on the same page, and for once, I can see a future where we are both happy despite our arrangement.Liza meets me at the end of the hallway with a huge smile on her face. Her eyes spark with joy as soon as she sees me. “It seems you and Nathaniel are finally getting along.” She winks at me with her implication that we were loud during the night of lovemaking.” I laugh coyly, letting her know how right she is. "Well, that's all I have been hoping for; you both deserve to be happy.”I smile, feeling her joy infecting me. “Yes, he has been wonderful. He makes me so happy, Liza.”“What about the other t
Epilogue MegraWe stand quietly in front of my mother’s gravestone, feeling the earth beneath my feet solid and cool, like an anchor to this moment. The air is still, the sky washed in muted shades of grey as though the world is holding its breath with me. My eyes trace the familiar letters etched into the smooth stone:**Iris Adams** **Loving Mother, Wife, Daughter, and Sister.**The words feel heavier than usual today, each title pulling me back into memories I’ve spent years trying to bury. There’s something so final about seeing her name like this. My mother. The one person who was always there for me, always strong, always protecting me. And yet, she carried so many secrets. I think about the life she left behind to raise me on her own—the family I only just found out about. All that time, it was just the two of us. She gave up so much, not for herself but for me.A gust of wind stirs the leaves around the graveyard, and I close my eyes, letting the cool air brush against my ski
MegraMusic floats in the air, soft and melodious, filling the room with a sense of calm and joy. I take in a deep breath, letting the sound settle into my bones, feeling its soothing rhythm steady my racing heart. It’s been a year—one long, tumultuous year since everything happened with Becca. A year of healing, of working to forget the chaos Nathaniel and I faced. A year of finding peace, of finding ourselves, of watching Nathaniel become the most wonderful father to the most beautiful daughter.I close my eyes for a moment, holding on to the feeling of peace. When I open them again, I’m staring at myself in the mirror. My eyes glisten with tears as I take in my reflection—my wedding gown flowing around me like a cascade of dreams. It’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen, pure white and delicate, with lace that trails down to the floor. I feel like a princess, like the heroine of a story I once dreamed about but never thought would come true.“Oh my gosh, Megra, you look amazin
MegraIt's been a few days since the fire, since Becca's death. I should feel lighter, like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but instead, there's a different heaviness inside me. I can't quite name it—grief, guilt, relief, maybe all of them tangled together. I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. Mia is perched on the vanity, watching me with her bright eyes. I meet her gaze in the mirror, offering a small smile, though it doesn’t quite reach my eyes.I pick up a small powder puff and begin to dab it gently against my cheeks. The cool, smooth texture of the powder calms me slightly, a welcome distraction from the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Nathaniel is home now, his health restored, his body healing. I’m grateful for that. The newspapers have been full of stories about his heroics, praising him for his bravery. The police cleared his name after searching Becca’s apartment. They found her journals, her twisted plans. It’s all out in the open now.
MegraThe world around me is blurry, shifting in and out of focus. I blink slowly, trying to clear my vision. The ceiling above me is white, harshly bright against my eyes. I feel heavy, like I'm sinking into the hospital bed beneath me. My head throbs, my body aches, and every breath feels like it takes more effort than the last. I hear a steady beep—machines. I’m in a hospital.I remember flames, smoke, Becca's twisted smile. My chest tightens as I recall Nathaniel rushing into the fire. "Nathaniel?" I croak out, my voice barely a whisper, dry and cracked. Panic surges through me, tightening my throat. I try to sit up, but my body protests. "Nathaniel?"A familiar voice, gentle and soothing, cuts through the fog of my thoughts. "He’s fine, my darling." I turn my head slowly, and there she is—Liza, standing beside me. Her face is calm, but I can see the worry in her eyes.“Liza…” I manage, my voice weak. “Where is he? I have to see him. I have to know he’s okay.”She steps closer, ta
Megra“Nathaniel!” I scream, my voice tearing through the chaos as he bursts into the living room, Andrew right behind him. Smoke fills the air, thick and suffocating, and for a moment, all I can see are their silhouettes moving through the haze. My heart leaps with desperate, wild hope. They’ve come for me. They’ve come to save me.Becca’s laugh slices through the air, sharp and cold. Her eyes, wild with madness, flick from Nathaniel to me, and her lips curl into a sinister smile. “You see?” she snarls, her voice dripping with venom. “Even now, even in the face of danger, they run to you. Everyone runs to you, like moths to a flame. Well, then, they deserve your fate.”I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as she pulls a lighter from her pocket, the small flame flickering in the dim light. Fear claws at my insides. “Becca, no!” I shout, but she’s not listening. Her eyes are fixed on Nathaniel and Andrew, her hand steady as she holds the lighter.“Get back!” Becca screams, her voi
The Story of Becca Megra’s eyes are wide with fear, her lips trembling as she pleads. Her voice is a desperate whisper, filled with a panic that only fuels my resolve. She looks so small, so helpless, chained and bound. “Please, Becca,” she begs, her voice cracking. “Why are you doing this? Why?” I pause for a moment, staring at her. My eyes bore into hers, searching, dissecting. It’s like I’m looking right into her soul, seeing every little thing she’s ever taken from me, every single moment she’s made me feel small, insignificant, unwanted. I want her to feel that pain now to understand what she’s done. “I don’t think you should die just yet,” I say slowly, letting the words hang in the air, “without knowing the whole story.” I grab a wooden chair from the corner, dragging it across the floor with a slow, deliberate scrape that echoes through the room. I’m savouring the moment, relishing the fear in her eyes. I set the chair down in front of her and sit, crossing my legs calmly,
The Story of Becca.I watch as Megra cautiously approaches the front door of her Stockton home, her eyes darting around as if she knows someone is watching her. She’s always been so paranoid, always looking over her shoulder. But today, her vigilance won’t save her. Today, she’s all mine.From my car parked across the street, I can see her every move. My heart races with excitement, my breath quickening as I prepare for what’s to come. I’ve waited so long for this moment, planning every detail. She has no idea what’s waiting for her. She thinks she’s safe here, in her own home. How wrong she is.I smile, a dark, twisted smile. She deserves what’s coming to her. After everything she’s done, after everything she’s taken from me, she deserves this. I glance at the metal rod on the seat next to me, my fingers itching to grab it and feel its weight in my hand. I can’t wait any longer. I need to do this now.“She made me do it,” I whisper to myself, my voice filled with venom. “She made me k
NathanielI squeeze Anna’s hand, feeling the coldness of her skin against my own. Her eyes are glassy with pain and fear, but there’s a spark of clarity in them. Her usual well-maintained red hair in knots. She’s been through hell, but I need answers. "Anna," I say softly, leaning closer, "do you know where Becca took Megra?"She shakes her head, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "No," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I don’t know where she took her. I… I wish I did."I swallow back the frustration rising in my throat. "How did you find out it was Becca?" I press, hoping she has more information, something that could help us.Anna closes her eyes for a moment, as if gathering her strength. "I started having my suspicions after I saw the newspaper article," she begins slowly. "The one calling you an adulterer. Only you, Megra, and I knew about… about the divorce, about all of it. But I told Becca, I confided in her… Nathaniel, I thought she was my friend, but now I am sure she leak
NathanielI rush through the hospital doors, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. I have to find out if what happened to Anna has anything to do with Megra's disappearance. I can't shake the feeling that everything is connected—that Megra is in danger, and time is running out."Andrew!" I shout, scanning the crowded hallway, pushing past people as I move further inside. My voice echoes off the sterile walls, blending with the noise of the busy hospital. I see him standing by the nurse's station, his face pale and tight with worry. When he hears me, he turns, and his eyes widen. He rushes over, and I can see the tension in his every step."What the fuck is going on, Nathaniel?" Andrew demands, grabbing my arm, his grip tight, almost bruising. What the hell is happening?""I don't know," I snap, pulling my arm free, my breath coming in ragged bursts. "But that's what I intend to find out." I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Megra got a phone call," I explain