CALLIEI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of the navy-blue blazer Sebastian had insisted I wear. It was professional, and paired perfectly with the baggy office pants. My hair was pinned back, not a strand out of place, and I couldn’t help but smirk as I caught Sebastian’s reflection in the mirror.His eyes roamed over me with that familiar intensity that made my stomach flutter.“You look gorgeous,” he said, his voice low, full of admiration. “So fine it’s unfair to the rest of the world.”I turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, you think so?”“Absolutely,” he replied, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “They’re not ready for you, Callie.”I laughed softly, walking over to him and brushing my fingers along his cheek. “What about you? Are you going to be okay while I’m gone?”Sebastian leaned back in his wheelchair, his expression softening. “I’ll be fine. This is your moment, Callie. Don’t worry about me. Just focus on sealing that deal.”I bent down, pressi
CALLIEMr Carlisle stood up slowly as he circled the desk and came to sit directly in front of me.The smug smirk on his face made my skin crawl. His gaze lingered far too long on me, sliding shamelessly from my face to my chest, and then lower.“You’re... quite striking,” he said. “I can see why Sebastian trusts you. You carry yourself well.”I sat up straighter, ignoring the implication in his tone. “Thank you, Mr Carlisle,” I replied, keeping my voice firm but polite.“Frank… my name is Frank,” he corrected, leaning forward slightly. “Please, Callie, no need for formalities. We’re going to be partners soon, after all.”He paused, letting the word partners hang in the air, dripping with double meaning. My stomach twisted in disgust, but I kept my expression neutral.“Alright, Frank,” I said coolly. “But I’m not entirely sure what you mean by ‘partners.’ Could you clarify?”His smirk deepened as if he thought my question was naive. “Come now, Callie. You’re not a child. You know exac
CALLIEThe guards’ grip on my arms was bruising as they dragged me out of the office. My feet barely kept up with their hurried pace, my heels skidding across the polished floors. Everything felt surreal, like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. My chest heaved with shallow breaths, and tears streamed down my face.“I didn’t do it!” I cried, my voice breaking, but they didn’t stop or even glance at me.The hallway was buzzing with activity… employees gawking, whispers and gasps following me as the guards marched me forward like a criminal. The humiliation stung almost as much as the betrayal. I twisted my head back toward the office, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man who’d framed me, but he was nowhere to be seen.As we exited the building, the hot afternoon sun burned my eyes. A group of police officers stood by their cars, waiting. My heart sank even further. One of the guards quickly explained the situation to an officer, who nodded sharply.“This her?” the o
LUCAS I was barely holding it together. My thoughts were a jumbled mess as I sped through the city streets, weaving in and out of traffic with a single focus: Callie.Murder? Callie?None of it made sense. Callie wouldn’t hurt anyone, let alone kill them. And the details didn’t add up. She didn’t own a gun, didn’t even know how to use one. She’d walked into that office unarmed and walked out framed.Who would do this? And why?Whoever had done this knew exactly what they were doing. It wasn’t a random accusation… it was calculated, meticulous. Someone wanted her gone.But they underestimated me.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my knuckles white. “You picked the wrong person to mess with,” I muttered to no one in particular.The city blurred past me, and for a moment, I debated heading straight to the police station. But as much as I wanted to storm in and demand her release, I knew I needed a plan. Charging in blind wouldn’t help Callie, it would only make things worse.Th
CALLIE“Alright, Donovan, you’ve got five minutes. Say what you need to say.” The detective instructed as he turned to leave.Donovan raised his hand. “Off the mic. And the camera.”The detective hesitated, his brow furrowing. “That’s against protocol, Donovan.”“Do it,” Donovan said, his tone sharper now. “Unless you want me calling your boss and explaining why you refused to follow a simple request.”The detective’s jaw tightened, but after a moment, he gave a reluctant nod. “Fine. Turn them off,” he said, gesturing to his colleague.The officer moved to the equipment and switched off the recording devices. The faint red light on the camera blinked out, leaving the room feeling colder and more isolated than before.“There. You’ve got your privacy,” the detective muttered, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.I shifted uneasily in my seat, my wrists aching from the cold metal cuffs. Donovan’s lips twitched in what could have been a smile, but his eyes never left
LUCASThe rain fell in sheets, slamming against the windshield as I drove through the city, my grip on the steering wheel tight. It had been two weeks since Callie was locked up. Two weeks of sleepless nights, dead ends, and frustration clawing at my chest.Every lead I followed crumbled to dust. Whoever framed her had covered their tracks perfectly.I wasn’t used to failure, but this felt like sinking into quicksand.I needed Callie out. I needed her free.The thought of her in that cold, soulless cell…scared, isolated, sent another wave of anger surging through me. Callie was supposed to be with me, not rotting in some prison for something she didn’t do.I tightened my grip on the wheel, my jaw clenching as I pushed the car faster.Sebastian was another problem. His stubbornness was expected, but I’d handled him the way I had to. Taking his phone had been a necessary evil. He didn’t understand the risk of his reckless emotions. I couldn’t let him jeopardize my plans.I’d made sure s
LUCASThe rain had slowed to a drizzle by the time I parked in front of a restaurant. I stepped out of the car, pulling my coat tighter around me as I crossed the lot.Inside, the air was thick with the smell of grease and coffee. A man sat in the corner booth, his back to the wall, his gaze scanning the room. His leather jacket was slick from the rain, and his cigarette smoldered in the ashtray beside him.“Lucas,” he said, standing as I approached and extended a hand. “Victor,” I replied, shaking his hand before sliding into the seat across from him.Victor didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “What’s the update?”I leaned back, running a hand through my hair. “Plan A didn’t work. The leads dried up, and the evidence we thought we had didn’t hold. The trial’s tomorrow, and if we don’t act now, Callie’s going to prison for the rest of her life.”Victor nodded slowly, lighting another cigarette. “So, Plan B then?”I was quiet for a few seconds, my jaw tightening. I hated that it had co
CALLIEThe metallic clang of the police van’s door echoed in my ears as I was pulled out, my wrists aching from the cold steel cuffs biting into my skin. Two officers surrounded me, their grips firm on my arms as they guided me toward the courthouse steps.I kept my head up, refusing to let the cameras and curious stares make me feel smaller than I already did. The whispers were inevitable, the looks judgmental. But I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.As we entered the courtroom, my eyes immediately scanned the rows of seats. That’s when I saw him.Donovan.He sat in the second row. His lips curved into a smirk as he met my gaze, and my stomach churned. The audacity of him to show up here, the man who had killed Frank, his own brother, and left me to take the fall.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to look away. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my anger, my fear. He thrived on control, and I wouldn’t let him have
CALLIEI slapped Sebastian’s chest, the frustration bubbling inside me. “You should’ve just told me all this sooner! You could’ve spared me all the stress and drama.”He winced slightly, “I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you’d be scared. You wouldn’t have agreed to let my guy shoot her. Not here, not today.”I was about to retort when I glanced around, my gaze landing on the guests who still remained eerily silent. My heart tightened with a sudden wave of discomfort. “Wait… have the guests been informed about all of this? About what’s happening?”Sebastian gave me that damn smile of his, the one that made everything seem like it was under control. “Oh, they know. I had to tell them. I didn’t want there to be chaos when it all went down.”I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not serious,” I muttered, lightly hitting his head playfully. "You had to make sure everything went according to plan, even the guests."He chuckled softly. “Callie, you’re the one who’s always thinking things throu
CALLIEMy eyes were locked on Charlotte, blood staining the carpet around her. Why wasn’t anyone else reacting? Then, without warning, the doors burst open.Police officers flooded the room. I didn’t even have time to breathe before Nora walked in. She was followed by two other officers, their hands ready on their holsters.She moved toward Charlotte, her eyes scanning the scene slowly. The entire room seemed to tense as the officers approached Charlotte, who was still writhing on the floor, her hands desperately clutching at her bleeding legs."Charlotte Lawson," Nora’s voice rang out, echoing through the room, "You are under arrest for attempted murder. You’re also charged with the murder of Damon Wright and the murder of your son, Lucas Lawson."My heart skipped a beat. Attempted murder? Who’s Damon? Charlotte let out a painful, strangled scream as Nora and the officers knelt beside her. Her eyes were wide with terror, disbelief written all over her face. She tried to push hersel
CALLIEIt was my day. My fucking wedding day.They were doing my makeup, but I couldn’t stop staring at my reflection. The brushes moved across my face like they were supposed to, but my mind kept drifting, wondering how the hell I had ended up here. This was supposed to be the day I’d dreamed about since I was a little girl, the perfect celebration of love and happiness. But instead, all I could think about was how surreal it felt. Was this really happening? Was I really about to marry Sebastian?The makeup artist was still blending foundation on my cheeks, oblivious to the whirlwind in my head. The soft smell of flowers, the faint noise of voices around me…it all seemed like a dream.How did I get here? How had I gone from feeling like I was losing everything to standing here, about to walk down the aisle with the man who’d promised me forever?I caught my reflection again, my eyes roaming over the dress. It was beautiful, something I never thought I’d get to wear.The past few mon
SEBASTIANI kept my eyes on the road, but my attention was mostly on Callie. She was sitting there quiet, her fingers tapping nervously against her knee. I knew she was still upset about Charlotte… hell, I was too…but this surprise... it was meant to take her mind off things. It was meant to make her forget all about that witch and focus on us.I glanced over at her, and for a moment, our eyes met. I could see the worry still clouding her thoughts, but her lips curled up just slightly. That was all I needed. I wasn’t giving up. I had promised her everything, and I would keep that promise.I loved Callie more than anything. The thought of her standing by my side for the rest of our lives filled me with a sense of pride I couldn’t put into words. But today… today was about proving it. I wasn’t just going to let some meddling woman ruin our joy. Not today. Not ever.I pulled up to the curb, the tires rolling over the gravel, and stopped in front of the building. My heart was racing, my
CALLIEThe bell chimed softly as we stepped into the cake shop, the rich scent of vanilla and chocolate filled the air. The baker, a cheerful woman in her forties with flour dusting her apron, welcomed us with a bright smile.“Good afternoon!” she greeted. “You must be the Thompsons?”“That’s us,” Sebastian replied, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Or at least, soon-to-be Thompsons.”I smiled, still thinking about my wedding dress. I had just bought my dream wedding gown… a simple but stunning straight dress. I couldn’t wait to wear it as I walked down the aisle to marry the man standing beside me.The baker ushered us to a cozy table near the counter, where a variety of cake samples had already been laid out. “Alright, let’s get started. These are some of our most popular flavors. Feel free to let me know if there’s something specific you’d like to try.”We sat down, and I immediately reached for a small fork, eager to dive in. Sebastian, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair
CALLIEI was in the kitchen, still in my pajamas, hair tied up in a loose bun, trying to focus on slicing tomatoes without nicking my fingers.The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and I found it comforting as I hummed softly to myself.I was just about to layer the slices onto the bread when a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me gently against a warm chest.“My fiancée,” Sebastian’s deep voice purred into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine, “what are you cooking?”I smiled, not even bothering to turn around. “My fiancé,” I replied, mimicking his tone, “I’m making sandwiches for breakfast.”He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my back. “Sandwiches?” he murmured, his lips grazing my neck. “I don’t want to eat sandwiches.”I paused, raising an eyebrow as I turned slightly to look at him. “Oh? What do you want to eat then?”Sebastian grinned, his dark eyes gleaming mischievously as he leaned closer. “You.”I rolled my eyes, though I cou
SEBASTIANCallie looked at me, her eyes filled with concern. "What's wrong?" she asked gently, sensing the shift in my mood.I let out a deep breath, leaning back in my chair. "Charlotte was released from prison."She blinked at me, clearly not processing the news at first. "What? How? Why?""Yeah," I sighed. "Turns out, they didn’t have enough to hold her. So, she’s free."Callie’s eyebrows shot up, her lips parting in shock. "She’s free? Just like that?"I nodded. "Yeah, just like that. But it’s fine. I’m meeting with Nora tomorrow. We’ll figure this out."She leaned forward, concern etched on her face. "But if she’s out, doesn’t that complicate things? What if she comes after you again?"I smiled, a slow grin spreading across my face. "Charlotte thinks she’s smart, but I’m smarter. I’ve got a plan. A backup plan."She lifted her head. "Backup plan?"I leaned in a little, lowering my voice. "Plan B. It’s time to put it into motion."Callie sat back in her chair, eyes locked on mine
CALLIE The videographer approached us, his camera now lowered. “Congratulations,” he said warmly, extending his hand to Sebastian. “This turned out beautifully. I’ll have the footage edited and sent to you by tonight.”“Thanks, Matt,” Sebastian replied, shaking his hand. “You did an incredible job.”Matt nodded at me with a kind smile. “You’re going to love this when you see it. Congratulations again.”“Thank you,” I said, still slightly dazed by the realization that this entire moment had been documented. As Matt packed up his equipment and walked away, Sebastian turned to me, his hand resting lightly on my back.“Come on,” he said, steering me toward a table set up a few feet away.The table was set with twinkling candles, a crisp white tablecloth, and an array of dishes and wines.I stopped short, taking it all in. “Sebastian… this is incredible.”“I wanted it to be perfect,” he said simply, pulling out a chair for me. “For you.”The music continued to play softly in the backgroun
CALLIESebastian parked the car in a reserved spot, cutting the engine before stepping out. I barely had time to open my door before he was already there, holding out his hand for me like some kind of gallant prince.“Seriously?” I teased, slipping my hand into his as he helped me out of the car. “You’re making me feel like we’re about to walk a red carpet.”He chuckled, his grip gentle as we strolled toward the venue. The pathway was illuminated with fairy lights that twinkled like stars. The soft hum of live music floated through the cool evening air.I glanced at him, shaking my head with a bemused smile. “Sebastian, I don’t understand anymore. Isn’t this just dinner? You’re acting like this is some kind of royal event.”He stopped walking for a moment, turning to face me. His dark eyes softened as he brushed a strand of hair off my face. “It’s not just dinner, Callie. You’ve been through so much lately, and I wanted to give you something... magical. You deserve it.”My heart did t