My heart was pounding and for a second, I did not know what to say. But then the words just flew out of my mouth on their own. “I’m done, your boss is asleep and I need to leave so I can get ready for tonight.” “Oh, you would be back?” He asked, not breaking eye contact with me. “Yes, I would be.” I proceeded to walk past him. But did not just walk away because I knew that I was still having a conversation with him. “That’s interesting,” He chuckled the words out. “Mr. Carrignton never sleeps with the same girl twice.” He looked at his colleagues and they all laughed. “Unless…” The other one said, wiggling his eyebrows. “You know…” He licked his lips. All of them started to laugh once more and I just wanted to get the heck out of there. I did not want to be there in any way. I forced a chuckle. “Alright, boys. I best be on my way.” I sighed internally. “Okay, keep doing what you do,” The head guy said, and they all laughed once more as I walked away. The farther I walked, the b
My blood ran cold at Jojo’s question, her words hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud. I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach, a sickening wave of nausea washing over me at the mere thought. “I…” I did not know what to say. It was not like I had much of a choice. It was either I do that or Fallon would have had my parents harmed, or worse, killed. “You will get used to it,” She replied, giggling as she adjusted herself in the car seat, proceeding to stare out the window, a look of contentment on her face. Get used to it? I did not want to get used to it! I was now a murderer. I had now been sucked into a life that could have only been a nightmare or movie. Thinking of it all now, maybe all of this would have never happened if I had just sat my butt in the mansion, not trying to find something to do in America. But again, my brother still would have found out about the fact that Mitch had been cheating on him. And that was that. “I don’t want to get used to it,” I mumbl
Chris looked at me, concern etched on his face. “Linda, you can tell us. We’re here to help you,” He said gently, his hand reaching out to grasp mine. I glanced at him, feeling a mix of gratitude and fear. If I told them the truth, everything would change. But if I lied, I would have to live with the guilt and the constant fear of being discovered. I think the latter would have to do. Because there was no way that I was going to confess in front of the police. Imagine what Fallon would do to me. “I…I left because I needed some time alone,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to worry anyone.” “Seriously?” Chris obviously was not buying it. “You were running and jumped into a car! Or van, I don’t know.” “Yeah, that does not make too much sense,” Jen added, folding her arms on her chest. “But if that is what you’re going with, then sure thing.” She flashed me a smile. My husband forced a smile and nodded before saying, “Thank you, Officer Jen.
Chris’s grip tightened on my arm, his eyes flashing with frustration, concern, and annoyance. “I need to know what’s going on, Linda. You can’t keep shutting me out like this.” I struggled against his hold, but he was strong. He was holding me tight enough so I could not get away, but not too tight that I would be in physical pain. “Chris, I have nothing to tell. Deal with that, won’t you?” I raised my voice a bit, still trying to get free. “Lies, lies, and even more lies. You ran out of here as if your life depended on it. I saw it all on the security footage, Linda. Why won’t you just tell me the truth? I’m your husband.” I chewed on his words in my mind for a few seconds. But honestly, not telling him would be for his own good. He would be safer that way. My parents would be safer that way. I would be safer that way. So there was no way I would explain what I had done to him, maybe except if Fallon gave me permission, which I highly doubted would ever happen. I shook my head s
“I can’t do this anymore, Fallon,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion. “I don’t want to be like this, hiding behind lies and deception. I need out.” There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, broken only by the sound of Fallon’s soft laughter echoing through the receiver like a sinister melody. “Out?” She repeated, her voice low and dangerous. “Oh, Linda, you should know by now that there is no way out for you. You’re in too deep, and there’s no turning back. You killed a man, dear.” A cold knot formed in the pit of my stomach as her words washed over me, a reminder of the grim reality that awaited me if I dared to defy her. “But if you insist on playing this little game of yours,” Fallon continued, her voice taking on a hint of malice, “Then be prepared to face the consequences. Because believe me, Linda, there will be consequences.” A picture of my parents flashed in my mind before one of Chris did too. I wanted to hang up the phone and just find a place
After those few seconds of acknowledging my presence, he peeled his eyes off me and walked away. I released a heavy sigh and swallowed hard. This was not easy. I loved him. I really did, so our marriage being like this right now was killing me. I decided to get myself out of the house, remembering that I did not have all the time in the world. As I stepped out into the cool air, I could not help but feel a sense of foreboding wash over me. The walk to the front gate was quiet and only a few guards looked my way, not trying to stop me in any way. I knew that I needed a car but I did not want to use one of Chris’s cars. Not like I was not allowed because we were not on good terms, but because I did not want to make things worse than they already were. So finding a cab was my plan it would be the way I would get to the club. Glancing at my watch and seeing that it was already past 11:30 PM, I haired the cab, and gave the driver the address for Vogue’s, my mind racing with thoughts o
Fallon was seated at a table in the corner, surrounded by a group of well-dressed men and women. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight. As our eyes met across the room, a cold smile curled the corners of her lips. I let out a shaky smile as my heart skipped a beat while anxiety silently beat me up. As I walked in her direction, she kept her eyes on me, her creepy smile making me feel like I was in a horror movie. “Hi,” I greeted her when I reached her table. The men and women that were at her table talking all went quiet as they watched me. “I would have to excuse myself, people. I have some important business to be done,” She said as she stood to her feet. The dress she was wearing was very short and it showed off her breasts very well. She flashed her colleagues a smile before walking away with me right on her tail. We went to a much quieter part of the club, and when I said quiet, I did not mean that the
With Fallon’s chilling instructions echoing in my mind, I felt a wave of panic crash over me. How could I possibly carry out such a task? I was no killer; I was just an ordinary woman caught up in a nightmare of lies and deceit. She flashed me a cold smile before walking away, leaving me standing there by myself with so many thoughts running through my mind. What was I supposed to do now? At first, when I had the CEO killed, I did not do it on my own. I had help from Maddie, Jojo, and the guy in the suit. But now, I was alone and the pressure was killing me. The risks were high and I was in no way trained for this. But again, time was running out and I could not afford to hesitate any longer. Taking a deep breath, I tried to push aside the fear and uncertainty clouding my mind. I needed a plan, a way to approach this situation without putting myself or anyone else in danger. But every idea that crossed my mind seemed futile and reckless. With trembling hands, I reached for my ph