SEBASTIAN I froze, Ethan’s words cutting through me like a knife. My chest tightened, and my fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms.“You… you killed him” I asked, my voice trembling with fury.Ethan laughed, a low, mocking sound that made my blood boil. “Yes I did, Sebastian, because he was going to tell Callie. He thought he was doing the right thing, exposing the truth, saving her from me.” Ethan leaned closer, his smirk widening. “But what he didn’t realize was that no one messes with me and gets away with it.”“You bastard,” I growled, taking a threatening step forward.Ethan didn’t flinch. If anything, he seemed to revel in my anger. “Oh, don’t look so shocked,” he said, his tone dripping with condescension. “You told him everything, didn’t you? About the whole marriage thing, about my mother’s little… extracurricular activities. Did you really think he’d keep his mouth shut?”The rage inside me boiled over. Without thinking, I lunged at him. My fist connected wit
SEBASTIAN It had been days since my encounter with Ethan, but the pain lingered, sharper than any physical wound. The memory of Callie’s horrified expression haunted me. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t even focus on work.She hated me now. She believed Ethan’s lies, and I didn’t blame her. He’d spun his web perfectly, painting me as the monster.I buried my face in my hands, wishing I’d made a different choice… wishing I’d never listened to my father. If only I’d left with Callie, far away from this wretched family, from the schemes and betrayal. She might still be with me, looking at me with love instead of disdain.A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I straightened, wiping a hand down my face.“Come in,” I said.My secretary, Emily, entered, holding a clipboard and a file. She looked at me with the same carefully composed professionalism she always had, though I could feel her gaze lingering on me a second too long.“Good morning,” she said briskly. “Her
CALLIEBefore I could react, the handlebars clipped my side, throwing me off balance. I stumbled forward, colliding with a woman walking ahead of me. Her coffee cup tipped, the steaming liquid spilling all over the front of her coat.“Oh no!” I gasped, taking out my earbuds as the kids sped away, one of them shouting, “Sorry!” without even slowing down.I turned to the woman, horrified. She was patting her now coffee-stained blouse with a napkin.“I am so, so sorry,” I blurted, my words tumbling out in a rush. “I didn’t see them coming, and then I… oh my god, your coffee! I’m really sorry.”The woman looked up at me, her lips twitching into a weary smile. “It’s okay,” she said, though it was obvious she was frustrated by the way she sounded. “I just really needed that coffee.”“Please, let me buy you another one,” I insisted, feeling really guilty.She waved a hand dismissively. “It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it.”“No, I insist,” I said. “I feel terrible. Please, let me make i
EMILYThe door creaked open as I stepped inside, greeted by the familiar scent of lavender. My mother was seated in her favorite armchair, her sharp eyes lifting from the book in her hands. “Welcome back, darling,” she said, closing the book. “So? How did it go?”I couldn’t help but smile wickedly as I slipped off my coat, hanging it neatly by the door. “It went perfectly,” I replied, sauntering into the living room. “The plan worked better than I expected.”“Tell me everything.”I flopped onto the couch, crossing my legs. “It wasn’t hard. All I needed was a couple of kids and a few bucks. I told them to ‘accidentally’ hit her with their bikes. They thought it was just a fun prank.” I chuckled, recalling the scene. “That took care of the rest. Callie was so guilt-ridden, she practically begged to buy me another coffee.”“And?” my mother prompted, leaning forward.“We exchanged numbers,” I said, my grin widening. “She already trusts me. She has no idea what’s coming.”A satisfied smil
CALLIEThe door swung open, and there he was… Ethan, standing in the doorway, his eyes widened and mouth slightly opened. For a moment, he looked like he wasn’t sure if this was real or some vivid dream.“Callie,” he breathed, his voice filled with surprise and something else… desire. His eyes roamed over me, taking in every inch.I smirked, taking a step toward him. “You’ve been working too hard,” I said softly. “I think it’s time we both took a break.”Ethan’s eyes darkened with pleasure, but there was a hesitation in his gaze as he took a cautious step closer. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.I tilted my head slightly, letting my hair fall over one shoulder as I stepped forward, my body language dripping with intention. “Isn’t it obvious?” I replied, my voice teasing as I leaned against the wall, one leg bent slightly, showcasing the curve of my body. My eyes locked onto his, daring him to close the gap.Just as Ethan took another step toward me, his phone buzzed loudl
CALLIE Sunday mornings were supposed to be sacred. I had promised myself a day of rest, no interruptions, just me and my peace. Thankfully, Ethan wasn't around. Monday was close by, and I needed every ounce of energy to survive another week at work.But of course, life had other plans.My phone buzzed beside me, dragging me out of my blissful laziness. It was a text from Emily.Emily: Hey, can we meet? It’s urgent.I sat up, frowning. Emily rarely sounded this serious. We’d only known each other for a few weeks, but we’d already met up a few times, and I could tell she was a really good person. Her warm, nice personality had quickly made her a friend I could rely on.Curious and slightly worried, I replied:Me: Of course. Where?Emily: The usual spot. But please, don’t come with your car. Just take a cab.That last part was odd, but I didn’t question it. If Emily needed me, I wasn’t about to let her down. I grabbed my bag, threw on a brown short dress, and hurried out.****The cab p
CALLIEThe drive was indeed a long one. I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable, but my mind wouldn’t let me. Ethan still didn’t know about this trip, and I had no way to contact him. Anxiety gnawed at me, but I shoved it aside. Emily needed me more right now.Emily suddenly turned to face me, a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes playing on her lips. “Thanks again, Callie,” she said softly. “You’ve made this mission so easy for me.”I blinked, caught off guard by her choice of words. “It’s no problem,” I said, brushing off the odd feeling creeping up my spine. “That’s what friends are for.”Emily nodded, her gaze lingering on me a moment longer before she turned back to the road.I glanced out the window, my thoughts drifting to a time I rarely revisited. “You know,” I started quietly, “when I lost my parents years ago, I had no one. It was just me, bearing all that pain alone… burying them without any help.”"I swallowed hard as the memories played back. “So, I get it. I
ETHANPanic clawed at my chest as I paced the length of my parlour. It had been 24 hours since Callie’s phone last connected. I couldn’t go to work, couldn't sleep, couldn’t think. Every second stretched into an eternity, my mind replaying the worst scenarios.The police were notified, but it was like they weren't doing anything. “We’re on it,” they had said, as if that would bring her back. I had called my parents. They were already on a flight, promising to be here as soon as possible.I grabbed my phone again, dialing the housekeeper. “Did Callie tell you where she was going? Anything at all?”“No, sir,” she replied. “She didn’t mention a thing.”I clutched the phone tightly. “Did you actually see her leave the house?”“Yes, sir,” the housekeeper replied. “She dressed up in a brown dress and walked out. I thought she might’ve mentioned where she was going, but she didn’t say a word.”A brown dress. My mind raced, trying to recall any mention of plans or places. “What time was thi
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