KATERINAThe cool night air brushed against my face as I sat on the sand, legs pulled close to my chest, staring out at the dark water. The moonlight shimmered across the surface, casting a silvery glow that seemed to stretch infinitely into the horizon. I’d come here to clear my head, to escape the endless grind that had consumed me over the past few days. Work had taken over every part of me, and I hadn’t realized how badly I needed to breathe until I found myself here, at the edge of everything.I had spent the first few minutes on arrival on crying my eyes out. I missed Kelvin, no scratch that. I really, really missed Kelvin.His funeral held weeks ago and it was the saddest thing ever. Reina wasn't there. His sister, Whitney was not even there either. Actually, I did not want her to be there. I did not need negative energy at Kelvin's funeral; I mean, I could not be thinking of killing his sister at his funeral.So yeah, it was just me and a few of his colleagues at his funeral,
KATERINAThe sand shifted beneath my feet as I ran, breathless laughter escaping me with every step. The night air was cool against my skin, but the warmth of the chase made my heart race. I could hear Vincent’s footsteps behind me, steady and deliberate. He was playing with me while at it, letting me think I had a chance.The people at the beach watched us and some laughed heartily at our display, but all I could focus on was the sound of his pursuit. I glanced back—his dark silhouette cut against the horizon, broad and powerful. I turned back around before I could be distracted by his handsome physique, increasing my speed.“Keep running, Katerina,” Vincent called out, his voice smooth, but with an edge that sent a thrill down my spine.I pushed myself faster, even if the sand vehemently fought against me, slowing me down. My lungs burned, and my legs felt weak, but I couldn’t stop the grin that stretched across my face. I knew I couldn’t outrun him, not really. It was only a matter
KATERINAWe got home together and he fucked my brains out like he promised, but left my bed before I woke up.I walked to the mirror after brushing my teeth and taking my bath, staring directly in my eyes, recounting my newest plans.Da'ana was coming back to town tonight, and I planned to pull a string or two to embarrass her in front of everyone she had invited for her welcome party.I wanted to do a big reveal. She resented to know who I truly was now, didn't she? I did not tell Vincent about my plans because I did not know if emotions would try to fuck everything up.She had invited Vincent and I. Before I fell asleep, as if I knew that he was going to leave the next morning, I asked him if he was going to be there for his mother's welcome party. He promised to be there if I was.The little things…I smiled, walking down to my bed just as a knock resounded on my door. I turned around and started to walk towards it, wondering who it was since I had not requested for anything from m
VINCENTI arrived at the event hall, already regretting my decision to come. The hall itself was over the top—just like my mother. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, spilling light onto the gleaming marble floor. White and gold drapes cascaded from the walls, and tall floral arrangements, bursting with roses and lilies, lined the edges of the room. The centerpiece was an elaborate display of her name—Da'ana Powers—in gold letters, draped with ivy and soft twinkling lights. Her brand launch, which was disguised as a welcome party.Of course, it had to be something that screamed for attention.I made my way through the crowd, nodding mechanically as her friends—glossy, air-kissed women in designer gowns—swooped down on me with their greetings."Vincent! Darling, look at you!" One of them cooed, air-kissing both my cheeks like she’d known me my whole life."You’re so much like your mother!" another chimed in, her voice syrupy sweet.I forced a smile, nodding politely, though I co
VINCENTI sat beside Katerina and she took my hand in hers, still smiling. It was like she could not stop smiling, and I could not stop staring at her. That smile looked amazing on her face, her scary. What in the world was this woman up to now?The hall buzzed with anticipation, the kind of tension that builds right before a show starts. People milled around, sipping champagne and making small talk, glancing toward the stage where my mother was set to make her big entrance. The murmur of conversation filled the air, a mix of curiosity, gossip, and excitement. Katerina sat close enough that I could feel the warmth of her arm against mine even as I held her hand, though we hadn't said much since finding our seats. I glanced over at her after looking around for a couple of seconds—almost a minute—taking in the way she casually held her glass, looking serene while the room buzzed around us. But she also looked different. Good different or bad different? I had a feeling we were about to
KATERINA"This is what you've been planning…" Vincent did not ask, he simply stated it, and I just answered his question with a brief smile in his direction."Why did you not inform me?" He asked, sounding offended. I sighed, finally pulling my eyes away from the spectacle in front of me which consisted of Da'ana looking for where the video was being projected from, and then it just started being projected on different walls, then the crowd going crazy and her cousin bawling her eyes out."I did not inform you because she is your mother. I do not trust that you would not be emotional when it comes to your mother in stuff like this. Also, I could handle it myself." I answered. He nodded."When have I ever given you the impression that my loyalty lies with my mother and not with you?" He questioned, looking really disappointed. I shrugged."Years ago. I do not like repeats."His expression was blank but I could tell that I had struck a nerve. I swallowed, facing forward and trying to fo
VINCENT"Katerina! Katerina, stay with me. Are you okay?!" I yelled in her face, shaking her furiously in an attempt to wake her up. Her eyes peeked open and I realized just then, how tightly she had been shutting her eyes.I pulled her up properly and she blinked, placing a hand on her ear as she looked around with her chest heaving up and down from the way she was breathing fast.The atmosphere in the hall had shifted in an instant. One moment, the crowd was buzzing with anger and bad wishes for Da’ana, and the next, chaos erupted. I stood frozen, trying to control my heartbeat as the sharp sound of three gunshots rang out, cutting through the chatter like a knife. The crowd, previously vibrant and full of energy, froze in shock before erupting into panic.Guests screamed, their faces pale and wide-eyed, some dropping their glasses, the champagne spilling like a torrent on the polished floor. People stumbled backward, pushing against one another as they tried to escape, their rants
KATERINAOne minute, I was walking and the next minute, I was swept off my feet in bridal style and rushed towards Vincent's car. Vincent shoved me into the backseat of the car with an urgency I had never seen in him before. He barely managed to close the door before snapping at his driver, “Go. Now!” The car jolted forward, and I grabbed the seat, my pulse pounding as the city lights blurred past. I could feel Vincent’s tension radiating beside me, his hand gripping the edge of the seat. “Vincent, what’s going on?” I asked, trying to make sense of his panic, but he didn’t answer immediately. He kept glancing over his shoulder, out the rear window, and it was then that I realized with panic that there was a car coming after us."Vincent!" I said again, louder this time. He finally looked at me, and there was something in his expression that made my stomach drop.“It’s her,” he said quietly, his voice tight. “My mother’s following us.”I didn’t understand at first. Why would Da’ana b
EPILOGUE KATERINA Forever and a long ass day; that was how long I wanted to be with Vincent. It was finally happening today, our wedding, and I was the happiest bride. Ava stepped into the suite where I was getting my makeup done, all dressed and looking every bit of the princess she was, and I could not help but fight back tears. Within the past few months since she got here, she had grown so much. She was so beautiful, looked happier now and more healthy. I loved this child so much… She had a single rose and a box in hand as she walked towards me and I shook my head, my smile refusing to leave my lips, "Vincent, right?" I questioned. She nodded with a wide smile, "Daddy asked me to give this to you, mommy." Yeah, she called out me ‘mommy’ not too long ago, and has not looked back ever since. With a grin on my face, I took the gifts off her hand and then tore the box open to reveal a blank cheque which read; THANK YOU FOR MARRYING ME… AGAIN. And I would do it o
VINCENTI could not believe what I was hearing. That fucking nanny had almost killed my wife-to-be, and her death was made that easy? I could not let my driver take the wheels on this one, I took hold of the steering myself, heading straight to the hospital I had been directed to.Katerina was not picking up any of my calls and I hated it. I wanted to know how she was doing, how my daughter was doing too. I wanted to make sure they had not ingested that fucking poison in any manner. If by any chance that poison had gone down any of my girls' throat, next believe I would be killing that bloody woman all over again.The drive to the hospital was long as hell, but I finally got there and practically jumped out of the front seat, heading straight inside the building.The moment I walked into the hospital room and saw Katerina sitting there, alive and well, I felt like I could breathe again. There she was, her face pale and tired, yet still the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eye
KATERINAThe house was quieter than usual that night, and I was starting to get that uneasy feeling again.I sat in the living room, reading a book while waiting for Ava to finish kissing her nanny goodnight so we could go to bed together.Vincent was out for the night handling some business, and I was left alone with Ava and the domestic staff. That's when I heard it—hushed voices from down the hallway. I couldn't make out everything, but the tone caught my attention. It was sharp, scolding. The words became clearer as I stood and crept toward the kitchen. "How could you mess this up, Ava? I told you to make sure she ate the eggs, not the chicken!" Her nanny hissed. "I—I thought she ate everything. I saw her do. I didn't know." Ava's small voice quivered, her words barely audible through the door. I could not then laugh at her little grammatical blunder at that moment, as I froze where I stood, my stomach twisting into knots. The eggs? What was she talking about? "Your mommy
KATERINA "Can I speak to mommy on the phone?" Ava asked quietly, looking up at me with desperate eyes. This was not the first time she had asked it, and it broke my heart for her that I could not give in to her request. "Sweetheart, I told you many times… mommy is out of reach. You cannot speak to her yet, but you will, I will take you to see her one of these days. I promise." I did not care if Whitney wanted her to see her like that or not, they'd have to meet, I decided. "Alright, K. Thank you." She muttered. The nickname always filled my stomach with butterflies. Fun fact; she had come up with it herself. In fact, she had requested to call me that. Though I secretly hoped she would eventually call me mommy, I decided to make do with this. We sat there while she colored on a new drawing hook I had bought for a while, until the smell of roasted chicken wafted through the room, and I looked back, noticing the nanny walking towards us. I almost moaned in relief. Finally. "So
KATERINAWhitney refused to tell us anything more after that. We stood there, threatening her with all manner of things, but she never budged. She just sat there, smiling crookedly and laughing occasionally.I finally convinced Vincent to leave there and we both went home, hoping to figure out what exactly Whitney meant with everything she said about Ava ourselves.This morning, I woke up in his arms and peered up to see that he was awake already, focused on his phone. He had wrinkled lines in his forehead and dark circles around his eyes, and I could not help but feel a twinge of worry for him.The man had been working so hard these days and somehow, I knew that it had something to do with what Whitney had said about his child.Ava was acting… well, she was still detached from her father but she was every bit the bubbly child around me. Her nanny lived with us now, and continued to take care of her, in better living conditions… it was what she wanted, and she had been very grateful.
VINCENT I slammed my car door shut before I went over to the other side to open up for Katerina. "Thank you," she muttered, looking as eager to see Whitney as I was. She looked even more eager, but then again that was probably because the woman literally wore her emotions like a sleeve. We walked briskly inside the prison walls without really saying anything else to each other; we had talked enough on our way here. It was only when we were getting to her cell, that Katerina turned to face me, telling me, "I am going to let you talk to her. You are the one who is mostly affected by this, I would let you question her and whatnot without any interruptions but I also want to say stuff to her too, just so you know." She informed me, and I nodded, not wanting to say anything in response at first, except that nod, but after a quick glance at her face, I could see the desperation in her eyes for me to be okay and just like that, I just couldn’t keep to myself any longer. I threw m
KATERINA"Oh God, Ava!" I cried out as the little girl bolted away from the living room as we all had reacted too slowly because of course, no one had expected that from her.Vincent was the first to run after her, and also the first to recover from the shock. He was behind her in no time, and I was next, followed by the nanny.Luckily, the butler was quick enough to stop her. Ava was crying and kicking in his arms, demanding to be set free, but he was not having it."You aren't going out of here without adult supervision, woman!" He yelled, but she was not having it."Let me go! My mommy will hurt me, she says he's the bad guy, I cannot be around him, please…" She continued to cry. My heart broke in pieces for her. What kind of a mother was Whitney for crying out loud? "Your mother hurt you, and you still think your daddy is the bad man?" Vincent blurted out and I pinned him with a look, but he did not spare me a glance, his eyes were still transfixed in his daughter who refused to
VINCENT Katerina pulled the door open for me, mumbling to the butler, "Never mind. I got this." And then she smile widely at me after opening the door, wrapping her arms around my body in a tight hug. Her smile was nervous as fuck, as if she had something to tell me, and I knew that she did. A child was in here, at the living room. I had peeked through the surveillance, because my girl sounded nervous as fuck and I had to know what was making her like that. It was either that or me storming out of the meeting I was in. There was a nanny with the little girl too. She was claiming that the child was mine, and Whitney was her mother. But how the fuck did that even happen? Katerina pulled away from me, her face twisting in an offended frown, "You don't want to hug me back?" She started to step aside, but then my hand gripped her waist and I pulled her to me with force so her body collided with mine. Katerina gasped, then burst into a fit of giggles as I planted kisses al
KATERINA There was some commotion outside the front door. I had just heard it as I got out of the bathroom, trying to prepare to go shopping at the mall for a few essentials since I did not have work today. I ended up just throwing on Vincent’s T-shirt and a pair of shorts before heading downstairs to see what the noise was about. The noises grew louder as I approached the door and I pulled it open at once on reaching it. When my eyes met with a little girl's with her dark curls falling softly around her face, clutching a worn stuffed bunny, I almost thought she’d stopped at the wrong house. But then I noticed her eyes—a striking, familiar gray. The same piercing color that belonged to Vincent, with a touch of softness that reminded me of Whitney. Next to her stood a woman, exhausted, holding the little girl’s hand firmly, as if afraid she might lose her any moment. Our butler was asking questions, his gaze shifting between the woman and the little girl with polite suspicion.