I push open the door of my apartment easily and look around. Now that I’m safe and free from danger, I feel very lethargic. I have so much to do so we can get out of here by tomorrow, and to make matters worse, Victor isn’t happy with the decision. I thought he’d be happy. That was what gave me the strength to leave. Things have never been as messy as they are now. I put my bag on the couch, and sit down next to it. I stare at the screen of the television for a long time while I try to organize my thoughts. It’s impossible, though, because all I keep seeing is Julius being shot, and tremors travel down my spine in the process. He died right when he had to. Right when he was going to scare me for life. All thanks to Evan. Gratitude is the last thing I ever thought I’d feel toward the man who ruined my life and allowed me to hit rock bottom for years. I had to struggle to keep afloat. Having a baby so young with no means to provide for it was a challenge that I’ll skip in the nex
Evan’s POVThings have been a mess after Julius’ death, and I’ve had a lot of fucking cleaning up to do. Staging a murder as a suicide takes a lot of effort, particularly because you don’t want to leave signs that a murder could’ve been involved. I made it seem like he killed himself by placing the gun strategically in his hand, and cleaning up all the prints from absolutely everywhere that I could’ve touched. Now that the job’s done, all that’s left for me to do is stand aside and comfort the ladies. Phillippa has come back, and she’s devastated by the death of her uncle. It’s like the last few days haven’t happened at all. Honestly, I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that it hasn’t been that long at all. It feels like weeks since she left to live with her mother. She’s now relying fully on me to comfort her and it’s like we never separated. Barbara is a different story. I don’t like the way she’s looking at me at all. She’s suspicious of the whole thing and
Two weeks later…Thomas nuzzles the side of my neck and wraps his arm tighter around me. “Good morning, my love.”I find myself smiling as I move inch to him. He begins kissing the side of my neck and I shudder with delight. For the past few weeks, we’ve been in the honeymoon stage of our relationship. Everything has been so wonderful and perfect. I’m glad that I decided to stay, even though my decision upset Anthony, who’s been on my side since day one. He wanted me to leave because he never trusted Evan and he thinks I’m making a mistake. I understand his concern, but at the same time, I can’t stop living my life because I’m afraid of Evan. I have to move on. And this is how I want to move on. For such a long time, I’ve been bitter, and my heart has been cold. Thomas made me feel alive again, and the more time we spend together, the more certain I become of my feelings. “Morning,” I murmur. “I wish I could stay in bed with you all day,” he tells me. “But I have work today. Unfo
“Listen here, you pretentious bitch!” I curse at the top of my lungs. I don’t care if there are people listening, and I don’t care how bad a scene will make me look. “I have nothing to do with Hector, and even if I did, it wouldn’t be any of your business!”This woman has crossed the line with me before, and I won’t let it happen again. If she thinks she’s dealing with someone who’s afraid of her, she’s mistaken. Her gasp is loud and full of indignation. “Excuse me!?”“You heard me,” I claim. “If you ever speak to me the way you have again, I promise you that you’re going to regret it!”“Oh, will I!?” she asks, stepping forward. “Maybe you’re the one who’s going to regret the challenge you’ve presented me with. Do you think that I don’t know that you and Hector are together? That you’ve both somehow planned Julius’ death!?”The mention of Julius almost makes me draw back, but I can’t show weakness. In the coldest voice I can muster, I say to her, “You’ve lost your damn mind. I had no
More and more people keep showing up and it's starting to make my head hurt. I'm tired of hearing the condolences. I'm tired of the many heartfelt words that people are pouring down on me. I just want to be able to grieve the death of my parents in peace. Is that too much to ask? It's been a week since the car crash and my heart is still heavy with pain. I don't think this pain will ever go away. They were the only people I had in my life and I feel lost without them. Utterly lost. What do I do in this big house? How will I manage the estate and the company all by myself? Anthony, my father's best friend, promises that he'll help me and that he'll never leave my side and to be honest, I don't know what I would've done without him. He's been there for as long as I can remember and my father trusted him. I should trust him, too. The last guests leave and I show them the door. I force a smile on my face and allow myself to feel grateful because at least they were the only ones who
“Leo," Anthony says as he follows me around the room. His voice is dripping with disbelief. "You can't be serious. I refuse to believe that you're saying this to me." "Well, it's the truth," I answer as calmly as possible. He pauses and runs his hand down his face. His eyes are wide as he beholds me. "But you barely know the guy! You don't know anything about him. You're seriously serious about marrying him? After only a month of knowing him?" I check my reflection in the mirror one last time before stepping back. My hair is in a half-updo and the rest of it is hanging low, nearly down to my butt. My makeup up is simplistic but my lips are a dark red color that my makeup artist told me suits me well. The baby pink dress I'm wearing is simple and perfect for the event. I didn't want anything over the top. It's a very small engagement party. Anthony is still staring at me. I still haven't answered him. "Leonora." I turn my head slowly to look at him. "I don't know what yo
The day of our wedding arrives, and I couldn't be happier. I'm over the moon. It's finally happening. It felt like waiting endlessly for the best day of my life and now that it's here, I just want it to happen so I can experience all the things I've been dreaming of ever since he asked to marry me. Tonight will be a full moon, so the date is auspicious. Oddly enough, our wedding ceremony is even smaller than our engagement party. The only guests are Anthony, his uncle Charlie, and some of the staff from our house. Well, the ones who could come. Anthony will be the one to walk me down the aisle of the small chapel. I thought I'd go alone but he insisted last minute, claiming that he didn't want me to do this alone. I appreciate him for it even though I don't agree with how he treats Evan. We're standing at the door. I'm in my wedding dress, which is a mermaid-style dress that huge my slim body perfectly. The sleeves are made of lace and are long, and I have a long veil trailing beh
I sit up, holding the sheets up to my neck. I look around the room but don’t spot him. “Evan?” I say loudly. No answer. Could it be that he went downstairs for some reason? My concern gets me to my feet and I walk into the bathroom. I have to shower and then throw some clothes on. Perhaps by the time I’m done, he’ll come back. I spend only five minutes in the shower. Yesterday feels like a fever dream but I don’t dwell on it too much. I’m too distracted by the fact that Evan isn’t here. I know it’s ridiculous to feel this magnitude of concern but this is our first morning as a married couple. He should’ve been here when I woke up. That makes me a little upset. I open my briefcase and opt to wear a long, flowy dress. I meant to wear this to breakfast. I finish getting ready and Evan still isn’t back. I place my hand on my hip and then decide to call him. I’m sure he took his phone with him. I sit on the edge of the unmade bed and hold the phone against my ear. I frown when I he