로그인MATTIAS’S POV (continued)I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and dabbing gently on my face before moving to dry the rest of my body.Steam clung to my skin, but it didn’t soften anything inside me.I tried……. I really tried……not to think about what happened a few hours ago. I told myself I could control this. I only had to come up with the good plan.The real plan.The one that would expose whoever killed Ryle…..the one that would explain the ‘RIP’ threat on my car…..the one that would make that weird call make sense.But the harder I tried to convince myself… the more the fear slipped in anyway.Because what if I don’t?What if I can’t?………What if I miss one detail and someone ends up in danger again…….someone innocent…….someone I promised myself I would always protect?I stood by the mirror, staring at my reflection like I could force an answer out of it.My jaw tightened.Then the bathroom door opened and Shimma walked in.“How did it go?” she asked, her voice gentle, ca
MR MATTIAS’S POV.I took a deep breath before opening the door to the chief police officer’s office.The moment I stepped inside, my lungs forgot how to work.There he was…….seated across from the chief, relaxed like he belonged there… like he wasn’t a threat to anyone’s life.Mr Beau…….Murderfucker.Wait!…… was it him? The one who fed the cops those silly ideas about me being a suspect in Doctor Ryle’s murder?Son of a bitch.The anger came fast and hot, but I forced it down. Not here. Not in front of the chief. Not with cameras watching.I stepped inside, closing the door behind me…….keeping my face calm as I took my breath again.“Mr Mattias,” the chief said, his voice smooth and a bit loud. “Welcome! Please, you can have your seat.”He gestured to the chair beside Mr Beau.Beau stared up at me, and I swear I saw it…….’that predatory look’ in his eyes. Then it was gone instantly, masked behind an innocent smile.Fuck. This nigga is beyond sick.I looked away, turning to the chief,
MMATTIAS’S POV.“And what if he was the one who did it?” Shimma said, her voice edged with disbelief. “Huh… would accusing him without evidence solve anything?”I frowned, because she wasn’t wrong in the way she said it.Evidence mattered.But the problem was… I didn’t accuse him because I liked accusations.I accused him because something about him had never fit. Not since Doctor Ryle’s death…..nor before.I took a step closer to my wife.“Wh—what are you trying to say?” I asked, my voice barely audible.I could see it in her eyes: she wanted to believe the best version of events. She wanted this house to stay safe. She wanted normal.And I could respect that.But right then, trust felt like a luxury we couldn’t afford.Before she could answer properly, my phone rang…….loud and sudden. Interrupting the conversation.Both of us flinched.I sighed, reaching into my pocket, already annoyed at the interruption.Then I saw the caller ID……..”The chief’s police officer.”My stomach dropped.
SHIMMA’S POV“Mattias,” I called, letting him know……clearly…..that he was taking this too far.His jaw was still tight, his eyes sharp, like he wanted to keep talking until nothing was left of Mr Beau’s excuses.But I couldn’t stand here and watch it happen the way it was happening.Because yes… I knew. I knew Mr Beau wasn’t someone I was supposed to trust. I knew the way his presence changed the everything all the time, the way his calmness never felt genuine, the way he always seemed to arrive like he had been placed there.Still, that didn’t mean every time he showed up, he had to be guilty.What if this was just an overreaction? What if his intentions were completely harmless this time?Maybe he really was trying to help the kids……trying to regain what was taken from them while all of this mess was happening.I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay calm .“Can I talk to you for a moment… privately?” I said to Mattias, my eyes still locked on his.I didn’t look away to give him spa
MATTIAS’S POV.I watched the bastard’s face as he tried to wear innocence like it was a shirt he could put on and off whenever it suited him.“Mattias,” he said again, like my name was something he owned. “I came here so we could talk.”Talk……I scoffed, staring down at my children as they stared at me wide eyed. Like they badly wanted to know what was going on….like they were surprised at the way I spoke to Beau.What on earth did this man do to make my children like him this much? How much of a manipulator was he, that my kids had completely become obsessed with him?I raised a brow and folded my arms, waiting. Let him keep talking. Let him dig. Men like him always did.Because I needed to know why he had the audacity to show up at my house when……when he was still right at the top of my mind as a suspect connected to Doctor Ryle’s death.His eyes slipped to Shimma for a second.Then back to me.That tiny movement told me everything. He wasn’t only addressing me.He was manipulating
Mr BEAU’S POV.Of course they’d notice.Kids always notice the moment their surrounding changes……when a familiar voice returns and the promise of “normal” walks back through the door like it never left.When Nora and Elara came down after Noah, I let my face soften exactly the way it needed to. Not too sad…….never too sad. Just enough warmth to make their confusion feel like hope.‘Let them miss me,’ I told myself. “Let them crave what I can offer.’Because the truth is, tutoring was never just tutoring.It was access.It was time alone with the parts of their lives I could control.It was a reason to be close enough that Shimma would relax……just for a moment……just long enough to forget how suspicious I should be.And Shimma…Shimma was the kind of woman who didn’t relax easily. Not anymore.So I worked with what I had: the children of course.As Nora clung to my sleeves and Elara bounced with that impatient honesty only kids have, my mind quietly mapped everything like a chessboard.
LUCAS'S POV.I knew it! I fucking knew it. I knew something was going on between them, it was so obvious. The day at her office, when he knelt down so close to her. his protectiveness towards her, his sudden cold mood whenever he sees the both of us together. I knew it.This is sick! how could he? How
“Mr. Mattias, you’re not going to lose me,” I reassured him, my tone gentle.He hissed softly, pulling me in for another hug. “It's just that I haven't felt this way about anyone else; it's new, it's strange, yet I don't want to stop,” Mr. Mattias said, hugging me tighter than he did earlier.“I love
SHIMMA.“Let's tell your parents,” He said. I quickly sat up.“Uhh, no, we can't, we can't let them know,” I mumbled, my heart racing.“Why? We can, we just have to make them understand,”“No, I don't think it is a good idea, they won't understand,” I shook my head in disapproval.There was no way my mot
I turned back to the door as it gently opened, revealing my father…..My heart raced as my father stepped into my room, his presence filling the space with a mix of warmth and tension. I have been waiting for this moment, eager, yet anxious to confront the questions swirling in my mind about his rece







