SHAWNAThe day had been long and full of emotions. Damien had disappeared early in the morning with the kids, leaving me to spend time with my mother. I appreciated the quiet moments with her, but I couldn't shake the curiosity about where he had gone. He hadn’t said much before leaving, just kissed my forehead and told me he had plans.Later in the day, I was surprised when Damien’s mother showed up at the house. I had expected tension, maybe another disagreement, but instead, she looked almost... apologetic.“I owe you an apology,” she said, sitting across from me in the living room.I blinked, surprised. “For what?”“For how I spoke to you yesterday. I wasn’t being fair. I was so caught up in my own vision of the wedding that I didn’t stop to consider what you and Damien truly wanted.”I exhaled softly, the weight of our previous conversation still lingering. “I appreciate you saying that.”She sighed. “I see how much Damien loves you, how much the kids adore you. I was wrong to tr
SHAWNAI watched as Damien loaded the last of the suitcases into the car, his movements quick and efficient. There was something about the way he handled everything that made me smile. He had a way of taking charge, but at the same time, he always made sure I was comfortable with every decision."You know," I said, folding my arms and leaning against the car. "I never thought I'd be this excited to leave. But I am."Damien turned to me, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? And here I thought you’d be all sentimental and teary-eyed about leaving everything behind."I shook my head. "Not a chance. I’m ready for a fresh start. No baggage, no bad memories, no regrets. Just you, me, and a new beginning."His smirk widened, and he pulled me close. "That’s what I love about you, Shawna. No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just full speed ahead."I looked up at him and grinned. "Speaking of full speed ahead, you do realize you haven’t mentioned any honeymoon plans, right?"Damien blinked, then ru
SHAWNAThe flight felt endless. Even with the luxury surrounding me—the plush leather seats, the soft hum of the engines, and the attentive flight attendants—I couldn’t shake the feeling of irritation. I kept shifting in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing seemed to help. The cabin was too quiet, too empty. Every time I reached for my phone, I was reminded that I had no service, no messages from Damien checking in on me.I sighed and stared out the window, watching as the sky slowly shifted from a deep blue to a golden hue. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the clouds. It should have been beautiful, but all I could think about was how much I hated flying alone.After what felt like forever, the pilot’s voice crackled through the speakers, announcing our descent. I straightened up, stretching my arms before fastening my seatbelt. Finally. At least this lonely trip was almost over.The plane glided smoothly onto the runway, the tires touching
KYLEI adjusted the cuffs of my suit, barely listening as my father droned on about business strategies. Ever since Damien left, he had been more determined than ever to mold me into his perfect successor. I had humored him for a while, but deep down, I knew I didn’t want to stay in New York.Sitting across from him in his grand office, I nodded at the right moments, pretending to be engaged. The large windows behind him gave a stunning view of the city skyline, but even that didn’t hold my interest anymore. New York had always felt like a temporary stop for me, never truly home.“Kyle, are you even listening?” My father’s sharp voice cut through my thoughts.I blinked, meeting his expectant gaze. “Of course,” I lied smoothly.He sighed, rubbing his temples. “This is important, Kyle. With Damien gone, the responsibility falls on you. The company needs leadership. I need you to step up.”I leaned back in my chair, resisting the urge to sigh as well. “I understand that, but let’s be hon
EUGENEI watched Kyle pace the room, his jaw clenched, his hands running through his hair in frustration.“This is reckless, Eugene,” he said finally, stopping to face me. His blue eyes burned with an intensity that made my chest tighten. “You can’t keep thriving on violence. It has to stop.”I folded my arms, feeling the weight of his words press down on me. “I need justice, Kyle.”“Justice?” He let out a bitter laugh. “Is that what you’re calling it now?”“Yes,” I shot back. “My mother was murdered, Kyle! I can’t just let that go.”He sighed and shook his head. “I know how much you loved her. I know how much this hurts. But revenge won’t bring her back. It won’t heal you. It’ll only drag you further into the darkness you’ve been fighting for so long.”I swallowed hard, unwilling to meet his gaze. I hated that he was right. I hated that deep down, I knew he was right. But the anger in my chest refused to let go. The pain still clawed at me, demanding justice, demanding retribution.“
PHOEBESEVENTEEN YEARS LATERThe obnoxious beeping of my alarm clock yanked me from sleep. I groaned, slamming my hand down on the snooze button before rubbing my eyes. My room was still dim, the early morning sunlight barely creeping through the curtains. I blinked at the ceiling for a moment before the reason for today’s excitement fully registered.Mom and Dad’s seventeenth anniversary.A smile spread across my face as I sat up, stretching my arms over my head. Seventeen years of marriage—that was something worth celebrating. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and got to my feet, shuffling toward the bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face, I shook off the last bits of sleep and pulled my hair into a loose ponytail. I wanted to be the first to wish them a happy anniversary.I threw on a pair of cozy sweatpants and a hoodie before padding downstairs, the scent of coffee and syrup filling the air. The faint hum of conversation and the occasional clatter of silverware told me
SHAWNAThe moment Phoebe’s words left her mouth, I felt the air shift in the room. "I’m moving out soon."For a second, there was only silence. Then, I let out a small laugh, assuming she was joking. "Phoebe, sweetheart, the mansion is big enough for you to have your own wing if you need space."Phoebe sighed, shaking her head. "It’s not about space, Mom. I just feel like I’ve outgrown living at home. I need to be on my own, start making my own decisions."Billy frowned. "Why are you talking like that? The house is big enough. We literally go days without seeing each other if we wanted to."Jasper nodded. "Yeah, and if not for Mom’s family traditions, we probably wouldn’t even eat together half the time."I forced a smile, though my heart ached. "Sweetheart, we can talk about this after the anniversary, okay? Let’s not make any decisions right now."Phoebe hesitated before nodding. "Okay."I turned and walked toward the hallway, trying to keep my emotions in check. My chest felt tight
PHOEBEThe moment I said it, I knew I had broken some kind of unspoken rule in the family."You’re moving out?" Billy’s fork clattered against his plate. "Why the hell would you do that?"Jasper crossed his arms, his frown deepening. "Yeah, Phoebe. You know how Mom is. She practically breathes for us. You want to send her into an early grave?"I let out a sigh, pushing my half-eaten cake aside. "Guys, I just need a change, okay? I love Mom, I love all of you, but I’m twenty-two. I can’t live here forever."Billy scoffed. "Why not? The house is huge. You could have your own wing and we wouldn’t even see you if that’s what you want."I rolled my eyes. "That’s not the point. It’s not about space, it’s about…"A loud commotion from the back of the house cut me off. People were shouting, and the sound of splashing water sent a shiver down my spine. Without thinking, we all rushed outside.A crowd had gathered by the pool, voices rising in alarm as someone thrashed in the water. Arms flaile
RAMONI didn’t expect her to say that.“You want to invite my uncle to dinner?” I asked, blinking like I didn’t hear her right.Phoebe nodded, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Yes. I think it’s time. Everyone’s going crazy over him, and I just… I want to clear the air. If they meet him, maybe they’ll finally stop judging.”I rubbed the back of my neck, confused. “I mean, sure, I guess, but… I don’t know. He’s a quiet guy. He doesn’t do… dinners with strangers.”“Then ask him,” she said, giving me that look, half hopeful, half determined. “Please, Ramon. It matters to me.”I sighed and nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll talk to him today. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try.”“Thank you,” she smiled, squeezing my hand.Later that evening, I made my way to Uncle Richard’s place. He was outside on the porch, drinking tea like always, flipping through one of those thick history books he loved. I walked up and dropped into the chair beside him.He glanced at me over the top of his glasses. “Y
PHOEBEI slammed my door shut behind me, fuming. My chest felt tight, and my head ached. I couldn’t believe they all did that behind my back. Like, I couldn’t think for myself. Like, I didn’t know what I was doing.I threw myself onto my bed, letting out a long sigh as my face sank into the pillow. I wanted to scream. Maybe cry. But I didn’t. I just lay there, sulking in silence, trying not to overthink the whole night.A gentle knock came on my door about an hour later. I rolled over, expecting maybe my mom or dad. But to my surprise, it was my grandmother.“Can I come in, sweetheart?” she asked softly.“Yeah,” I muttered, sitting up.She walked in slowly, her warm smile softening the tension in my chest a bit. She sat beside me, her hand gently rubbing my back in that calming, rhythmic way only she could manage. Something about her presence always made the storm inside me feel a little less wild.“I heard there was a little storm downstairs,” she said lightly, trying to lift the moo
SHAWNAThe moment we stepped into the house, I knew something was wrong. The air felt thick, voices were raised, and all I could hear was arguing coming from the living room.“What’s going on here?” I asked, stepping in with Damien right behind me.Phoebe, Billy, Jasper, and Winnie all froze. The tension in the room hit me like a wall. Phoebe’s face was flushed, her arms folded tight across her chest. Winnie looked caught in the middle. Jasper had that tight-lipped, stubborn look, and Billy’s hands were resting on his hips like he was trying to keep himself from saying something worse.“Can someone explain this?” Damien asked firmly, eyes scanning all of them.“It’s nothing,” Phoebe said quickly.“It doesn’t sound like anything,” I said. “We could hear the shouting from outside.”“It’s about Ramon and his uncle,” Jasper muttered.Damien raised a brow. “Ramon?”Yes,” Winnie jumped in. “I told Billy and Jasper something earlier…about Richard, Ramon’s uncle. I recognized him from years a
PHOEBEI was tired. I just wanted to get home, take off my shoes, and crawl into bed. But the moment I walked into the house, I felt the tension hit me like a wall.Winnie was sitting on the couch.And my two brothers, Jasper and Billy, were standing next to her, arms crossed like bodyguards. The look on their faces said everything.“What’s going on?” I asked, closing the door behind me.Winnie stood up slowly. “We need to talk.”“I can see that,” I said, dropping my purse on the side table. “But what I don’t get is why you’re here… with my brothers.”“Phoebe,” Jasper started, “Winnie told us about the man you ran into at the mall. The one holding hands with that girl.”I blinked. “Richard?”“Yes,” Billy said, stepping forward. “She said he looked familiar and he happens to be Ramon’s uncle.”I froze, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. “She told you that?”“Yes,” Jasper added with a serious look on his face. “And we think you need to be careful with this whole issue. It seems lik
RAMONMy uncle, Richard, stepped in like he owned the place, as usual. He looked around briefly and then narrowed his eyes at me.“She’s gone?” he asked.I nodded and moved to sit on the couch. “Yeah, just left.”He shut the door behind him and walked over, not wasting time.“What’s going on with Winnie?” I asked before he could even sit. “She recognized you at dinner. She’s not some random girl, you know. She’s sharp. You’ve been warning me about staying focused, but you’re the one slipping now. What exactly is happening?”My uncle paused by the chair, but didn’t sit. He rubbed his chin like he always did when he was buying time.“She just arrived,” he finally said. “I wasn’t expecting her to recognize me. It’s been years since I last saw her, and even then, she was still in school.”“So she does know you?”“Yes,” he sighed, finally sitting across from me. “Her father is one of my business partners. We’ve done deals together, some clean, some… not so clean.”I leaned forward, frownin
RAMONThe night started simply. After Phoebe told me everything that happened at the mall with Richard, I could tell it had been weighing on her. I wanted to take her mind off things, so I asked her out to dinner. Just something nice, somewhere quiet. I picked this cozy little restaurant I liked on the west side of town. Nothing too fancy, but it had a warm vibe, soft lights, and good pasta.Phoebe seemed excited when I picked her up. She smiled the whole car ride, playing with the radio, teasing me about my terrible playlist.“Ramon,” she laughed, “do you only listen to '90s rock ballads?”I chuckled. “Hey, don’t disrespect greatness. This is vintage mood-setting.”She rolled her eyes, but I could see the blush on her cheeks when our hands brushed on the gearshift. I liked her. A lot. And tonight, I just wanted it to be easy. Normal.When we got to the restaurant, Phoebe told me she’d invited Winnie to join us. I paused for a second.“She’s still suspicious of me, isn’t she?” I asked
PHOEBEIt was hard to ignore the odd tension in the air when we bumped into Richard and his… companion. Despite my initial surprise, I greeted him politely. “Hi, uncle Richard. Fancy running into you here.”He smiled, a bit awkwardly, as if he hadn’t expected to see us either. “Phoebe, Winnie, good to see you both.” His smile seemed genuine enough, but there was something in his eyes that made me think he was hiding something.Winnie, always the one to break the ice, stepped forward. “Hi, Mr. Richard. We didn’t expect to see you out here. Who’s the lovely lady?” Her tone was light, but I could tell she was curious, even more so after the awkwardness of the moment.Richard shifted a little on his feet, clearly uncomfortable. “Oh, just a friend,” he said quickly. “Nothing to worry about.” He didn’t even make eye contact with the woman beside him as he said it.Winnie didn’t seem convinced. “Are you in a hurry? We’ve barely seen you since… well, a while ago. We’ve missed the good chats,”
PHOEBEI blinked a few times, staring at Winnie like she had just told me unicorns were real.“What did you just say?” I asked slowly.“I said I know that man,” she repeated, still staring at the photo on my phone. “The one standing behind you two in that picture. Ramon’s uncle, right?”“Yeah,” I said, glancing at the photo again. “That’s Richard. Why?”Winnie raised an eyebrow, her tone serious. “He came to our house a while back. Twice, actually. He met with my dad.”I laughed, half out of shock, half because it sounded so ridiculous. “Winnie… your dad is basically a billionaire. Why would he meet with Richard? Richard owns like… nothing. He’s not exactly in your dad’s league.”Winnie didn’t even flinch. She stood there with her arms crossed, her brows slightly furrowed, clearly unamused. “I know what I saw, Phoebe,” she said firmly, her tone serious. “You think I’d forget something like that? The second I saw his face in that picture, I remembered. Same smile, same eyes, even the s
PHOEBEI was already waiting outside when Billy pulled up in the car. I had my sunglasses on, hair tied up in a loose bun, and my heart bouncing with excitement. Winnie had been gone for so long, it felt like years, not just a couple of months. She was finally coming home, and I couldn’t wait to throw my arms around her.Billy leaned out the window, one arm draped casually over the steering wheel. “Ready to go pick up your long-lost partner in crime?”I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at my lips. “Don’t act like you’re doing this for me. We both know you’re dying to see her.”He chuckled and shrugged. “Guilty.”I slipped into the passenger seat, and we took off, the windows rolled halfway down, letting the warm breeze hit our faces. The drive to the airport wasn’t that long, but somehow it felt like an adventure. We played music the whole way, some of our favorite old songs from high school, the ones we used to scream along to in his beat-up old car.In between vers