SHAWNAThe hospital smelled like antiseptic and fear. My heels clicked against the cold tile as I rushed toward the ICU, my heart pounding in my chest. The bright fluorescent lights overhead did nothing to warm the cold, sterile atmosphere. Nurses whispered in hushed tones, doctors moved quickly past me, their expressions grim, and somewhere, a machine beeped steadily, the sound pressing against my skull like a ticking clock.None of it mattered. I ran to a nurse and asked about Mr Bryan Lancaster. She told me he was in room 109, one of their VIP wards. I ran and The only thing I saw was the man lying motionless in the hospital bed."Grandpa?" My voice cracked as I stepped closer, my throat dry.He didn’t move. His skin, usually full of warmth, looked pale, too pale. His chest barely rose under the thin hospital blanket. Wires and tubes ran from his body to machines I didn’t understand, blinking and beeping like a language I couldn’t comprehend.This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.
SHAWNAI stared at my phone, my hands shaking so bad I almost dropped it. The call had ended, but the voice still echoed in my head. Admit what you did. Resign. Walk away, or your grandfather won’t make it. My chest tightened, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Who was doing this? And why?“Shawna?”I looked up and saw Damien standing in the doorway, his brows furrowed, concern etched all over his face. He took one look at me and rushed over.“What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I opened my mouth, but nothing came out at first. Then, somehow, I forced the words out. “I just got a call. Someone’s threatening me.”“What?” His eyes widened. “Threatening you how?”“They… they said if I don’t step down as CEO, admit to fraud, they’ll… they’ll kill my grandfather,” I whispered, my voice breaking.Damien’s jaw clenched. “What the hell? This people won’t stop, right? Who would do something like that?”“I don’t know!” I ran my hands through my hair, tugging slightly at the root
PHOEBEIt felt like my heart dropped to the floor the minute I stepped inside the house. The warm, fluttery feelings that had been buzzing through me all afternoon after hanging out with Ramon disappeared in an instant. One look at my mom’s face and I knew something was wrong.“Phoebe,” Grandma said gently from the living room, her voice tight. She gave me a small nod, her expression serious. I barely had time to say hi before the tension hit me like a wave.“What happened?” I asked, dropping my bag by the door.Mom didn’t even look at me. She was sitting on the couch, staring at nothing, like she’d checked out of reality. Her eyes were red like she’d been crying for hours.“Phoebe…” Grandma walked over slowly, her steps heavy, and put her hand on my arm. The look on her face made my stomach twist into knots. There was something in her eyes, something serious, something that made me feel like I needed to sit down even though I was still standing.“It’s your great-grandfather… and your
PHOEBEI kept staring at mom, waiting for more, waiting for her to say something that would make all of this make sense. But she didn’t. She just sat there with that forced smile on her face, like that was supposed to be enough.“It’s not just the stress, is it?” I asked quietly.“Phoebe, don’t…” she started, but I cut her off.“No, Mom. Don’t brush me off. You look like you haven’t slept in days. You’ve barely eaten, and you’re acting like… like you’re carrying the whole world on your shoulders. And now, with Grandpa getting worse, you’re falling apart, and I don’t know how to help you because you won’t let me in!” My voice cracked at the end, and I blinked back tears, frustrated that I couldn’t keep it together.Mom’s face softened, and for a second, I thought she might finally open up. But instead, she just sighed and reached out to take my hand.“I’m okay, Phoebe. Really. I just… I need some time to figure things out. And I need you to focus on yourself, okay? You’ve got so much a
SHAWNAI was sitting on the edge of the bed after the kids had left, staring at my hands like they held all the answers. Spoiler alert: they didn’t. My mind was a mess, full of doubts and exhaustion. Then Damien walked in, shutting the door softly behind him. For a moment, he just stood there, watching me, as if he wasn’t sure whether to say something or let me be alone with my thoughts.“You okay?” he asked gently, his voice cutting through my haze.I let out a shaky breath. “Not really,” I admitted.Damien came over and sat next to me. His hand brushed mine as he settled in beside me, and for a moment, I felt a small spark of comfort. “What’s on your mind?” he pressed.I laughed bitterly, the sound harsh even to my ears. “What isn’t on my mind?” I said. “I feel like I’m losing myself, Damien. Every time we win one battle, another one shows up. It’s like I’m stuck in a never-ending war. I’m exhausted, and I don’t even know how to stop fighting anymore.”He leaned back and rested his
PHOEBEI sat in the living room, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me. After I left Mom, I met up with my brothers in the hallway. Their faces were tight with worry and frustration.“Phoebe, what’s going on?” Jasper asked, folding his arms.I shook my head. “Everything’s falling apart again. Every time we finally get happy, something bad happens.”Billy frowned, his face tight. “It’s like we’re cursed. Nothing goes right when things are good.”Jasper snorted. “Yeah, every time you smile, disaster follows.”I looked down, my voice trembling a little. “I don’t know why, but I think Ramon might be able to help. He’s different from those others.”Billy’s eyes shot open, anger flashing. “Ramon? You’re not supposed to be seen with him, Phoebe. He’s not welcome in our business.”Jasper’s tone turned cold. “We don’t want him involved. You should stay away from him.”I frowned. “Why can’t you see that he might actually be useful? He listens. He cares.”Billy shook his head sharply
PHOEBEIt happened so fast.One second, I was stepping into the garden, trying to calm down after that fight with my brothers, and the next, I was screaming because there was someone standing in the shadows. My heart jumped into my throat, and I stumbled back.The figure turned toward me, and my scream cut off when I saw his face.“Ramon?” I whispered, my voice shaky from the scare.“Hey,” he said, pulling back the hood of his cloak and giving me that lopsided smile that always made my stomach flip.“What are you doing here?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath. “And why are you sneaking around in my garden like some kind of… vampire hiding from the light?”Ramon chuckled softly, and without a word, he reached into his cloak and pulled out a small bouquet of flowers. The petals were soft-looking and a deep shade of purple, and they smelled like wild berries and fresh rain.“I missed you,” he said, his voice gentle. “And I had a feeling you were having a bad day.”My heart squeeze
PHOEBERamon stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about us… about this.” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck like he wasn’t sure what to say. “I didn’t want to rush it, but I couldn’t wait anymore. You’re important to me, Phoebe. I wanted to do this right.”“The right way?” I whispered, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.Ramon nodded and reached for my hands. His touch was gentle, and his thumb brushed across my knuckles in a way that sent shivers up my spine. “Yeah, the right way,” he said softly. “So… Phoebe, will you be my girlfriend?”For a second, I could only stare at him, my brain struggling to process what he’d just said. Did he really ask me that? Was this actually happening?“Yes!” I blurted out, a huge smile spreading across my face. “Yes, Ramon, I’ll be your girlfriend!”His face lit up, and before I knew it, he had pulled me into his arms. He hugged me so tightly, that I could barely breathe, and I didn’t care. I
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