Dominic's drive home with Aaron and Winnie was filled with an uncomfortable silence. He couldn't shake off the feeling of regret that had been building up since he stormed into the bookstore. He had overreacted, and he knew it. He gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, knuckles white against the worn leather. The crisp sea air whipping through the car offered a welcome contrast to the turmoil brewing inside him. Shame gnawed at him, a bitter aftertaste to the initial surge of relief that had flooded him upon finding Aaron and Winnie safe. In his frantic state, fueled by a terror he refused to acknowledge at the time, he hadn't stopped to consider things from the shop clerk's perspective. She'd been responsible, watchful, the very picture of someone entrusted with children's safety. The memory of her calm demeanor, the way she'd scooped Winnie into her arms, contrasted harshly with his own bluster. Logic whispered, loud and clear, that if a stranger had tried to snatch Aar
Dominic sank into the worn leather armchair in his living room, staring blankly at the flickering television screen. The day had been long and filled with stress. Between managing the endless demands of his company and juggling the responsibilities of single parenthood, he felt like he was constantly teetering on the edge of exhaustion. The argument with Lila, Marcus's new employee, had only added to his burdens.He pulled out his phone and dialed Marcus’s number. His brother answered on the second ring.“Hey Marc, it’s Dominic. I wanted to talk about what happened today.”There was a pause on the other end before Marcus’s familiar voice came through. “Hey, Dom. I figured you’d call.”Dominic sighed, rubbing his forehead as he tried to find the right words. “I know I made a terrible first impression with your new employee-”“Lila.”“Yeah, Lila. I just wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean to come off as such a jerk.”Marcus’s tone was understanding but firm.
Lila locked up the cash register and checked her watch. It was almost closing time, and the bookstore was winding down from a busy day. The setting sun cast long shadows through the shop's front windows, bathing the shelves in a warm, golden glow. Marcus was in the back, sorting through the day’s receipts and preparing for the next morning’s inventory. Lila grabbed her coat, gave Marcus a wave, and stepped outside into the crisp evening air.As she walked to her car, she couldn’t help but think about Dominic and their rocky first encounter. He was such a different man from Marcus, with his snapping and rudeness, but remembering Marcus’s words, Lila decided to cut Dominic some slack. Everyone had their bad days, and perhaps Dominic's had been particularly tough.The drive home was short and scenic. The cozy beach house she now lives in was more of a cottage than a house, a far cry from the grand mansion she had shared with her ex-husband, James, but it was a place she could c
The dining room of the family estate was lit with the soft glow of chandeliers, casting a warm light over the elegantly set table. The aroma of roast chicken hung heavy in the air as Annabelle speared a green bean with her fork, but she could barely taste her food. She was too focused on the scene unfolding before her. James, her brother, sat beside Rachel, the woman who had wrecked his marriage to Lila. Rachel was playing the part of the sorrowful, heartbroken woman, lamenting the loss of her baby with a quivering voice and sad eyes. Her mascara-rimmed eyes welled up dramatically. Annabelle’s mother patted Rachel’s hand sympathetically, while their father sat at the head of the table, his face a mask of thinly veiled irritation. “I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to eat properly again,” Rachel murmured, pushing a piece of lettuce around her plate with a fork. “The grief is just too much. I was so looking forward to being a mother.” She sniffled, dabbing at her eyes w
Lila couldn’t help but let her mind drift as she worked her shift at the bookshop. The conversation she was supposed to have with Dominic later that evening kept replaying in her thoughts, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on the tasks at hand. Her eyes kept flicking toward the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes until she could finally clock out and meet him. It wasn’t long before Marcus, who was busy at the counter, noticed her distracted behavior. He didn’t miss much when it came to his employees, and today was no exception. He smirked as he caught her glancing at the time again. “You seem pretty eager to get out of here today, Lila. Got plans?” he teased lightly. Lila tried to brush it off, feeling a bit awkward. “Oh, no, just, you know, looking forward to a quiet evening,” she said, her voice a little too quick to be convincing. Marcus wasn’t buying it. He reached for a damaged book that had been set aside for repair, one with wat
Dominic drove her to a cozy, family-owned seafood restaurant nestled on the outskirts of Sea’s Edge. He smiled as they pulled into the small parking lot, the familiar scent of the sea mingling with the aroma of fresh-cooked food. "This place is my favorite in town," he said, glancing at Lila. "They make the best crab-stuffed flounder you’ll ever have." As if on cue, Lila’s stomach growled loudly. Her eyes went wide with embarrassment, but Dominic just burst out laughing, the sound loud and genuine. The tension that had lingered between them melted away in that instant. "Guess that settles it," Dominic said, still chuckling. "You definitely need to eat. Did you even have lunch today?" Lila shook her head, trying to stifle a smile. "Just breakfast," she admitted. Dominic sighed playfully and shook his head. "We’ll have to fix that. You’re in for a treat here." They stepped out of the car, and the rich smell of seafood hit Lila immediat
Lila’s keys slipped from her fingers again, and she muttered a soft curse under her breath as she crouched to pick them up. Her ears burned from embarrassment. Dominic was still leaning against his car, his arms crossed casually as he watched her fumble with the lock. His presence was both comforting and unnerving, a reminder of the quiet insistence that he stay until she safely entered her home.It had been a simple dinner. Nothing more. They had laughed, shared stories, and indulged in seafood at his favorite little restaurant. And now, as the evening came to an end, Lila felt a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the food. She straightened, keys in hand, and forced the door open. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she gave Dominic a small wave.His car engine rumbled in response, a soft purr that sent a ripple through the quiet evening air. He revved it once more, then twice, before finally pulling away from the curb. Lila stood in the doorway, her hand re
The chime of the doorbell echoed through the empty shop as Lila pushed it open, her keys jangling in her hand. The familiar scent of old paper and ink wafted through the air, a comforting reminder of her routine. She should have felt at ease stepping into the cozy bookshop, but today her movements were sluggish, her eyes heavy from a restless night. She went through the motions of opening the store, flipping the sign to “Open” and organizing the register, but her mind wasn’t in it. Her thoughts were still spinning from the phone call the previous night, the threatening voice that had shaken her from the bubble of safety she’d carefully built around herself in Sea’s Edge. The bell above the door jingled again, and Marcus strolled in, his usual upbeat energy filling the room. He paused at the sight of Lila, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her tired expression. "Morning, Lila," he greeted her, his voice light but laced with concern. "Everything okay? You s
The scent of garlic and curry leaves wafted through the small kitchen as Lila flipped slices of zucchini in a sizzling pan. Annabelle sat at the counter, nibbling on a piece of bread Lila had handed her earlier, her gaze flicking between her ex-sister-in-law and the hot pan she was expertly handling.“I can’t imagine how much Winnie and Aaron must have grown by now,” Annabelle said, her tone touched with wonder. “The last time I saw them, Winnie was still toddling around with that stuffed rabbit, and Aaron couldn’t sit still to save his life.”Lila smiled as she stirred the vegetables, the soft clatter of the wooden spoon filling the pause. “Winnie still has that rabbit, you know. It’s hanging by a thread, but she refuses to part with it. And Aaron... well, he’s finally calmed down a bit, but he’s as sharp as ever. He beats me at board games more often than I’d like to admit.”Annabelle chuc
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together.“You make it impossible to stay away,” Dominic said, his voice rough with emotion.Lila smiled, her fingers trailing along the collar of his shirt. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.Dominic glanced over her shoulder, his nose twitching slightly. “So, these cookies you’re baking,” he said, his tone teasing. “Are they really for the kids, or was that just an excuse to see me?”Lila laughed, the sound light and unrestrained. “I haven’t decided yet,” she admitted, her eyes sparkling.“Well,” Dominic said, his thumb brushing against her hip, “if they’re half as sweet as you, I’m sure they’ll love them.”The compliment was simple, but it made Lila’s heart flutter all the same. She stepped back, her hand slipping into his as she led him inside. “Come on,” she said. “They’ll be out of the oven in ten minutes.”Dominic followed
The sugary scent of cookie dough filled the kitchen as Lila slid the tray into the oven, her fingers still slightly from the dough even though she’d washed them twice. A small hum escaped her lips. It was a song whose lyrics she couldn’t even remember properly, but with how lighthearted she was, she didn’t really care. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this carefree. It had been an ordinary day at the shop until Marcus had decided to close early. The unexpected freedom had left her with free time she didn’t know what to do with.Her first instinct had been to text Dominic. Her hand had hovered over her phone, already composing a message in her mind. Something simple—playful, maybe. But doubts crept in before she even unlocked the screen. Would she seem too clingy? Desperate for his attention?“It’s been too long since I’ve done this,” she had muttered to herself, shaking her head as she shov
Margaret’s face twisted with regret, her hand trembling as she reached for Annabelle. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I took James that night because I knew it would cut your father the deepest. He always saw James as his heir, even if he never said it out loud.”Annabelle’s head snapped up, her chest tightening at her mother’s words. “His heir?” Her tone was sharp, laced with a bitterness she couldn’t suppress. So what was she? The spare?Margaret flushed, rushing to clarify. “Oh, darling, don’t misunderstand. Your father loves you too. Of course, he does—”“Stop.” Annabelle’s voice cracked like a whip, her words slicing through the air. She felt the sting of those words in her chest, the unspoken truth they carried. “I didn’t ask you to justify him. I asked you what happened that night.”
Annabelle blinked, the words hitting her like a well-aimed punch. She stared at her mother, her mouth slightly open in shock. Of all the things she had expected, this wasn’t one of them."Rachel’s affair?" Annabelle repeated slowly, her voice laced with disbelief.Margaret nodded miserably, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.Annabelle shook her head, trying to make sense of it. "Mother, how could you possibly know about Rachel’s affair? How long have you known?"Margaret pressed her hands to her face again, as though trying to block out Annabelle’s questions. "I didn’t mean for it to get this far," she whispered, her voice muffled. "I didn’t mean for it to spiral like this."Annabelle’s chest tightened, a cold dread creeping over her. "Mother," she said carefully, "what are you talking about? What do you mean you didn’t mean for it to spiral?"Margaret lowered her hands, her eyes bloodshot a
Annabelle was halfway up the stairs, her mind still buzzing with the revelation she’d gotten from her conversation, when she felt a hand grab hers, sharp nails digging painfully into her skin. She gasped and turned around, expecting to see Rachel had come after her to take their fight to a physical level. But the face she saw wasn’t Rachel’s—it was her mother, Margaret’s.Her irritation flared for a moment, ready to scold her mother for sneaking up on her like that. But the harsh words froze on her tongue the moment she saw Margaret’s face. Her mother looked almost unrecognizable from the elegant beauty Annabelle was used to seeing. Her skin was deathly pale from so many days of shutting herself up in the house instead of going out into the sun. Her usually soft, pleasant features were twisted with panic, her wide eyes darting around like a frightened animal. Her thin frame seemed even smaller beneath the loose, stylish robe she wore.
Rachel’s silence was all the confirmation Annabelle needed. Her pale face and trembling hands told a story louder than any words ever could.Annabelle tilted her head, her smile turning razor-sharp. "You played your cards well," she admitted. "Using that baby to manipulate James into throwing Lila out of the house? It was a bold move when it wasn’t even his. But here’s the thing about lies, Rachel—they have a way of catching up to you." She leaned forward, her smile fading as she fixed Rachel with a cold stare. "You lied," she said quietly, the words cutting through the air like a blade. "You lied to James, to my family, and you ruined Lila’s life for nothing. All because of your selfish, disgusting games."Rachel’s breathing grew uneven, her hands trembling as she gripped the edge of the table. "You... you don’t have proof," she said weakly, though her voice lacked conviction.Annabelle laughed softly, a sound devoid of
Annabelle took her time, stirring her tea with a deliberate air of calmness as she watched Rachel from the corner of her eye. Across the table, Rachel sat stiffly, her hands resting in her lap, the only betrayal of her unease being the slight trembling in her fingers. Annabelle glanced up briefly, noting the tension in Rachel's jaw, the way she refused to meet her gaze. It was amusing, really—this woman, who thrived on manipulation and deceit, was fidgeting before her without Annabelle needing to lift a finger. Annabelle couldn’t help the satisfaction that curled through her. Setting her spoon down with a soft clink, Annabelle folded her hands on the table. "So, shall we talk about Victor Nolls?" she began smoothly, her voice filled with mock politeness. "Are you going to deny it? Or would you rather get it all out in the open now?"The reaction was instantaneous. Rachel’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with shock. For a quick moment, her compo
She met Rachel’s gaze evenly. "Some of us prefer silence over unnecessary chatter."“I’m just making an observation.”Annabelle didn’t look up from her plate. "And you seem overly interested in my mood this morning. Something you’d like to say?"Rachel didn’t hesitate, as though she had been waiting for this exact opening. "My cards have been restricted."Annabelle blinked, taking a small bite of her toast. She chewed slowly, savoring the crispness of the bread as Rachel’s words sank in. After swallowing, she finally said, "And how is that my problem?"Rachel leaned forward, her manicured nails tapping against the table. "I was out this morning to get a coffee. Just a coffee, Annabelle. And both of my cards declined. Both. Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?"Annabelle cut a piece of her toast in half, her expression neutral as she buttered it. "Sounds like you should t