IT seems that both of the Greyson girls need some serious help...
[Angelica]I have to warn Cordelia. Something is coming, something bad.Magnus called me last night right as I was getting ready for bed. I almost didn't reach it in time with my movements as limited as they have been since the accident. It has become so inconvenient, stuck in this wheelchair even with all of the help my parents hired. He was brief and to the point. Essentially, I'm being replaced. By Sydney. I'm not surprised really. As soon as she showed up I knew my days were numbered. Ironic considering she is the one person we've been able to find to save me from my other problems. "What have you done to win Atlas back?" Magnus demanded. "You should be of better use to me injured and weak, but you have missed a perfect opportunity to guilt Atlas into wanting you."He's right and I know it. But to be honest, I don't care anymore. I stopped caring the moment he pushed me in front of that bus. I am so tired of all this bull. I miss Jude. If Jude were here, I probably wouldn't ev
[Cordelia]I can barely catch my breath as my body rocks with the ferocity of the pleasure his fingers just gave me.Did he just ask me to marry him? Tonight?"Marry you?" panting, I push him away just enough to see his face. "Are you serious?" I gasp. "Like tonight? But what about a wedding and...""We tried that before and it didn't work out," he reminds me as he smooths down my skirt and helps me steady myself. "And I don't need all the drama and cameras and everything else that comes with it, do you?""I don't want the mess from last time," I admit. It was a nightmare. Not only was it a grand, glorious affair with all the trimmings, but both the bride and groom were miserable, simply meeting the requirements of a contract signed when a different bride stood in my place."So you've agreed," his eyes light up, a boyish grin spread from ear to ear. Grabbing my hand he pulls me with him, "Let's go.""No wait," I pull back. "I didn't m
When Atlas Steele is determined, he is a force of nature. While we did just set a future wedding date, two weeks from today, he's got it in his mind that he can somehow manifest my real parents so that the date could be moved up.As he frantically makes calls to investigators, attorneys, and authorities in British Columbia in his studio office, I try to calm him down by reminding him that no matter how crazy he makes himself today, he isn't going to find my parents in the next 5 hours."Try me," is all he said in response to that as he hung up with one person only to search his contacts for another.After about an hour of insanity, he finally realizes that it won't be today. I am lying out on his office couch trying to take a little nap when he closes his phone and makes his way over to me."Well well," he swaggers over to me."What do we have here?"I crack open a single eye before shaking my head."Is this an actress on th
[Atlas]The explosion rocked the foundation. I watched in amazement as the building shook but still stood. I was certain that would be the end of Steele Industries. "Is anyone still in there," I turned to Theo, who was trying to rally the department heads for a head count. "I'm not sure, Sir." She's frantic, looking down the names. "We're missing a few from sewing, a couple of people from accounting, and a handful of others from different departments, but I'm not sure if they didn't get out or just called in sick. We are trying to confirm their status right now. ""Good," that was better than I expected. "And the other businesses in the building?""The modeling agency was on location, thank God, and the printing press in the basement is all evacuated," she confirmed. "We are still waiting to hear from the bridal salon, but considering how many white dresses are in the parking lot, I'm going to say that they got out as well."Clapping her on the back, I gave my thanks and went back to
[Cordelia]"I love you," Atlas smiled sadly before turning his back to me and heading into the building. "I love you too," I called after him. What I want to say to him is much longer and would hurt much more, but there is no time. I cannot stop him, and the sooner he goes, the better chance he has of returning. Damn it, Atlas, you better come back to me. We only just found each other.For the sake of the baby, I need to calm down. The doctor warned me that any more big shocks to my system I could end up on bed rest. Or worse in the hospital. And for what, a sense of dread that is probably me just overreacting. I breathe long and slow as I watch the firemen enter the building. Atlas, knowing the building the best, opens a side door and heads straight for the studio where we had been recording earlier today. I watch through what remains of the large lobby windows as Atlas shakes hands with the fire chief and then heads in the opposite direction. In an attempt to calm my nerves, I be
[Cordelia]Time stopped having meaning to me when I saw that building collapse.I was sedated, taken to the hospital, put on more monitors than should be legal, and forced to sit still as they checked all of my vitals and informed me that bed rest was no longer optional."How far along is she?" Everyone was talking around me as if I were not there capable of answering for myself, making my medical decisions for me."26 weeks," a nurse looks at a chart."Put her on a steroid. We need to develop those baby's lungs in case of an early delivery."The heart rate monitor starts beating erratically and they notice my eyes are open and I'm gasping, my heart beating out of control."Not my baby! Please," I gasp. "Save my baby! He can't be born yet, it's too soon!""Sedate her again!" the doctor orders as something is injected into my IV. "You need to rest, Ms. Greyson. Sleep now."The nex
[Cordelia]"Bryant?" I look up at the elegant woman. "As in Sydney Bryant.""The very same," she sighs. "Sorry about my daughter. She was always a bit of a handful. I know she's caused you a bit of stress."A bit of stress? This woman is a bit delusional. But she's nice, so I don't want to hurt her feelings by saying so. "She's been...challenging," I try to smile, but I must look strange because the woman laughs and it sounds like the tinkling of silver bells. "You can be honest, dear," she encourages, shaking her head. "I might be her mother, but I'm not blind or ignorant of her shortcomings. She's always been a bit of a spoiled brat and I'm afraid that time with her father hasn't helped that."She gracefully takes the chair next to my bed as Clark and Tilly excuse themselves to give us some time alone."So you and Mr. Bryant...are not together."She raises an eyebrow at the personal question. "Technically we're still married, although we have had separate households for the last 15
[Clark]Telling my brother's pregnant fiance that he might never be found was one of the hardest things I've had to do. I love Cordelia as family, and seeing her hurt, seeing her break, broke me a little too. No, it broke me a lot. Angelica's body was easily found when the dogs were brought in. We expected to find Atlas then as well since he was looking for her, but he must not have ever found her. For all we know he died from inhaling smoke or dust or from the explosion itself. Depending on where he was at the time of the blast, he may have died before he even realized the bomb had gone off. I was hoping that by the time she woke up, we'd have good news to share. I wasn't prepared for the worst. Dogs, men, and drones have been searching day and night, but even our wealth has its limits, and the city just can't afford to keep searching for people who are most likely dead. They've suggested we start planning the funeral, even if we don't have a body for the casket. I haven't told T
[Cordelia]Once we were airborne and free of Canadian airspace, the tension level of the passengers on the plane immediately relaxed, as if we had passed some kind of test.Even Suzanna breathed a sigh of relief when we landed in New York City. But then she does something I wasn't expecting. She dismisses most of our guards. They nod, taking her word as a commandment, leaving us with only three security members in one of the largest airports in the United States. "This next leg of our trip will be on a commercial airline," she explained as we gathered our belongings. "We will call too much attention to us with that many guards. I'm calling in some of my own for when we arrive." She replies when I question her judgment. "Magnus likely put a tracker on this plane. We need to trick him, and there's no better place than New York City. But if we continue to move in a large pack, we're bound to attract attention." "Reste près," my mother Cristine held out a hand for me to hold as she hel
[Atlas]Delilah Fisher steps around the corner in a long, silver gown, her makeup flawless, and her smile large and welcoming.She looks so much like Angelica did when I first met her that my heart stutters. I love Cordelia with my entire being, and yet a part of me still reacts to the memory of the shining girl who captured my attention almost a decade ago. But this isn't Angelica. Delilah, while beautiful and poised, lacks the immaculate grace that Angelica exuded. Each of the sisters has a unique nature that shines through, despite having almost identical faces."Atlas Steele," her heels click in the silent room as she steps into the light. "Why is it so hard for you to believe your brother? Haven't you seen enough wonders in this world yet to understand that anything can be possible?""There's no such thing as mind control," I repeat. "Believing in psychic powers is for fools.""And you pride yourself on not being one," she smirks, amused. "But a true wise man would keep his mind
[Jude]Sydney. Now that she has me under her control, I'll never be free of her. When I came to save her, I was convinced she was pregnant with my child. She had sent a distress signal to me using our private channels letting me know of her pregnancy and it was enough to get me to betray the Steele family and derail their plans to find their cure. Using what I knew about Atlas' missing mother was just a distraction.My goal had always been to claim my son.But then I discovered that beyond all logic Angelica is still alive.I should have realized this was possible and known that Magnus wouldn't give up such a valuable tool so easily. Angelica had been Magnus' toy for years before she was sent into my world. I knew he had modified her, and turned her into the perfect weapon, but I had no idea how deep those modifications went until I saw her face staring at me on that magazine cover.She shouldn't have survived that explosion. And yet here she is, unscathed, awaiting a new uterus in
[Atlas]I twist my arm away from the guard in black. His face is blank as he reaches forward again. "Don't." My voice carries forward, and although it isn't loud, it holds a note of command that makes the armed guard pause."Sir," he blinks retracting his hand. "You are trespassing. I was ordered to take you into holding." My face remains still as my voice rings out again, "You will not touch us. You have no right." The guard swallows, taking a step back, my words hitting him with the force of a slap. "We will leave," I inform him. "You will report our apologies to your boss." He nods, accepting my command. "Atlas," Clark calls my attention to our situation. Blinking I snap awake, and pull my gaze from the guard. As soon as I blink, the guard stumbles backward shaking his head in confusion, as if my words and stare alone were enough to entrap him in some kind of trance. Around the edges of my vision, I see more guards headed in our direction. If we are going to make it out of h
[Atlas]Damn it, Cordelia!"Pick up, pick up, pick up," the phone rings but nobody replies. "This number is unavailable as dialed, please try again," the message on the other end informs me as my blood pressure rises and my hands shake.A moment ago I had been talking to my wife. And then the line was dead. I sent her to Canada to keep her and our children safe, and she chose to bring herself to Magnus' attention. Sending a quick message to the guards in charge of watching over my family, I stare at my screen waiting for word of their status. "Atlas, is there anything I can do to help?"Blinking away from the screen I look up at my brother as our rented van parks a few blocks away from the luau. Our driver informs us of our arrival and waits for further instructions."I'm sorry, Clark," I close my eyes, rubbing my temples. "You were saying something?""Is everything okay?" He tries again and I groan. "No." I groan honestly. "Or at least, I hope everything is fine. Lately, it seems
[Clark]The message "Tilly SOS" flicked across the screen three times before winking out, leaving my screen blank. I open my email that I keep under an alias on a secure server. There is a single message alerting me to new information available on my server. I've used this system when working with people who needed to keep their identities safe and their messages secret. The last time I needed it was working with Jude while he was still under Magnus' watch.Even though it has been months since I used it, my fingers remember the passcodes. Soon, I'll be on the server. Two emails are waiting for me, both are from Tilly's parents. In the first message, they inform me that they have landed and are settling in their new place. It is a secure facility, surrounded by several acres of land, disconnected from the distant towns and cities. The Madisons, sparing no expense, went to extra lengths to include copious additional security.They are, after all, securing their legacy. Tilly is their o
[Cordelia]There is a loud explosion just to the right of the airplane. "What was that," I lower the phone, turning it off as I gaze out the window to see what had caused the noise. "Nothing, Ma'am," the co-pilot says over his shoulder, "Just a little turbulence.""Turbulence?" I shout back as another boom resounds just outside the passenger's cabin as a curtain goes up between the pilots and the rest of the plane, blocking our view. "But we aren't even in the air yet!""Calm yourself, Mrs. Steele," Jake, the security guard, takes his phone from my numb hand. "Sit next to your children and trust your staff to get you out of here safely. We've got this, Mrs. Steele."He almost seemed offended in my lack of faith as he types into his phone what I'm guessing is a message to Atlas to calm his nerves and let him know we are alive. "But nobody is telling me what's happening," I grumble as I buckle in next to Jasper and the little girl I've decided to call Saphira until I learn her real na
[Atlas]"What do you mean gone," I barked into the phone, my hand clenching it tight enough to hear it crunch. These new smartphones seem to get flimsier with each model. I've broken 3 in the last 6 months from anger or nerves. I love my wife, but I'm pretty sure she's going to stress me into an early grave. "Your mother created a distraction, Sir," my lead guard, Jake, apologizes over the phone, not making excuses as much as stating facts. "Mrs. Suzanna Steele arrived late last night along with a young man she called Sasha. The next morning, while your mother and Ms. Devaroux kept me distracted searching for a false threat, your wife and this young man escaped."Cordelia has always been sneaky when she needs to be, and until this point, he had been very good at keeping her from falling into mischief. I wasn't expecting my mother to be part of the problem. At least now I know where she ran off to. Her room had been empty when I returned to the boat yesterday. "Are you sure it is m
[Clark]There are things that I need to keep secret from my brother, not because I do not trust him with my secrets, but because I do not want to burden him with them.Which is why I needed to get away. Without Tilly, there is no reason for me to stay on the boat."I'll meet you later, when it's time to go to the luau," I promise Atlas as I give him a hug and take my leave. I know that I could just stay at our family hotel, but I need to be somewhere else, somewhere that nobody recognizes me. And also, I want to ensure that what I am about to do is as untraceable as possible. "Mr. Janus," the man at the front desk smiles when I hand him a wad of cash in exchange for a key card. "Enjoy you stay. Please call down if you need anything."Adjusting my sunglasses, lower the bill of my baseball cap, grab my small bag, and make my way through the other guests milling around in the hotel lobby. Located along the beach it has a spectacular view of the the ocean.And the location of tonight's