We roamed the halls like shadows.For a building so guarded on the outside, the inside felt... ordinary. Almost too ordinary. White walls. Polished floors. A faint scent of paper and air freshener. It looked like any high-end office complex you’d find downtown—quiet, professional, boring even. No alarms. No red sirens. No looming sense of dread.Except, maybe, the one hammering in my chest.We moved carefully, glancing around every corner before slipping into rooms. Most of them were unlocked. I half-expected to find people inside, or something, anything, that screamed you shouldn’t be here. But all I saw were shelves stacked with binders, boxes labeled with codes, and desks that were probably neatly cleaned.“This is anticlimactic,” Dominic muttered as he flipped through a folder marked F04-Secondary Entry Logs.“Keep your voice down,” I hissed, scanning another stack of documents that meant nothing to me. Numbers. Charts. Reports that could’ve belonged to any logistics firm in the c
I got home late that night. Way too late.The driveway was empty and quiet, and the porch light was the only thing still on. I stood outside for a moment, staring at the house. It looked the same as always, but I wasn’t. Not after what I saw, not after what I heard.I don’t want to be affected by what’s happening, but I am…and I don’t know how to stop this feeling coursing through my heart. Sigh.I opened the door quietly and stepped inside. The living room was dark, the silence stretching far too deep. I didn’t even bother turning on the lights. My legs moved on their own, carrying me upstairs. I just wanted to see Blake to calm myself down. I pushed open his door slowly trying not make any noise as possible. He was curled up beneath his blankets, his tiny fists tucked under his cheek as his chest rose and fell slowly. I let out a quiet sigh, one that seemed to drag all the weight from my shoulders. I watched him for a few more seconds, just making sure. Then I gently closed the
It was quiet, almost too quiet, when I finally found the courage to ask.I looked at Hayden, his face slightly turned away, as if avoiding what he knew was coming. My heart felt like it had been wrung out, twisted and bruised from the weight of everything I had learned, everything I had seen, and most of all, everything he had failed to say."Why did you lie to me?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper.Hayden didn’t answer. Not immediately. His jaw tensed. His hands fidgeted at his sides. But his eyes, his eyes couldn’t meet mine.The silence between us wasn’t just silence. It was loud and deafening. It pierced through the walls I had tried to build for myself."Can you really not tell me?" I asked again, softer this time.He turned his head slowly, eyes finally meeting mine. There was pain in them. Pain and conflict. He hesitated, then shook his head.My heart sank, but I nodded. I tried to understand. He must have his reason for not telling me.I stepped forward and cupped his fac
The morning passed by quickly. I really wish I could go home and take a long nap. But unfortunately, I can’t. Whoever said adult life gives you more freedom. They’re liars. I had barely taken a proper sip of my coffee when my assistant, Mia, knocked lightly on the door of my office. She peeked inside, holding her tablet close to her chest.“Ms, just a quick reminder—you’ve been invited to the Heritage Gala this evening. It's happening at the Grand Atrium Hotel. The car is supposed to be ready by five."I blinked. Right. The Heritage Gala. I had completely forgotten about it."Thank you, Mia. I’ll wrap things up early then."She gave a polite nod before disappearing down the hall.Despite the early chaos, the rest of the day seemed to breeze by. I felt oddly light. I smiled to myself as I grabbed my coat and bag, ready to leave.But as soon as I stepped out of the building and into the parking lot, the sight that greeted me made my stomach sink.My car tires—both on the driver's side
My body tensed slightly, the air growing a little too heavy, and I didn’t know why. Something just didn’t feel right.Cedric turned to me with a glint in his eyes that I couldn’t quite read. I thought this guy was simple, but I guess in this room full of people, the word “simple” wouldn’t sound right after all. “So, Isabella,” he began, his tone light but I could sense he was just pretending. “Are you Hayden’s girlfriend?”The question caught me off guard. My lips parted, but the words didn’t immediately come out.Cedric continued before I could even respond, “You know, my sister and Hayden have a long history.”I blinked at him. “Fiona and Hayden are close?” I asked, trying to steady my voice, even though my chest felt like it was tightening.Cedric chuckled softly, tilted his head, then glanced at Dominic. “Not Dominic, Cassie,” he clarified, enunciating the name clearly. My heart stopped.He turned back to me, still smiling. “I mean, the three of you did have a long history toget
In a dimly lit room, a woman's breath was resonating so loudly as she panted for air, seemingly uncomfortable as she arched her back, clawing at the sheets beneath her body, her face and neck red, completely intoxicated, her eyes looking left and right as if searching for something. The door suddenly creaked open, allowing the light from outside to enter. Isabella saw this and her eyes darted in the direction of the door. She saw a figure coming in and her body trembled even more. “What do we have here,” A dark voice penetrates her ears and for some reason, the heaviness she felt in her body subsided upon hearing the man's dark yet alluring voice. “Tsk! It seems Alfred is taking my joke too seriously, actually bringing a woman into my room,” Isabella can feel the mattress shift down as the man sat beside her. The man reeked of alcohol, probably drunk. In the dark, she could see his faint appearance. The light of the moon perfectly casted on the man's face. “Did you purp
Isabella opened her eyes when she felt warmth on her face. The light of the sun casted perfectly in her bare face, creating an enthralling scene that would surely hypnotize men who would see her.Her eyes glowed with a leisure glint in them as she assessed what was happening around her, drowsy from the event that happened last night.She tried to move and get the white blanket off of her but the moment she made the slightest movement, a nerve-wracking pain spread all throughout her body.“What the…” She hissed, touching her buttocks. She gritted her teeth as she placed her feet down the floor.“Where am I, and what happened? Why do I feel like I got run over by a train?” she mumbled to herself, massaging her temples.She got up, still suppressing the pain from her lower body. When she got up, she was about to walk away when she saw in her peripheral vision, the tinge of blood in the white cover of the mattress. “What is this?” Her heart raced, and not a second passed, sh
“Are you crazy?! You left home, where are you going to sleep now?” Isabella’s friend, Kara stressfully waved her arms around in front of her.They were now at her apartment, she is the only person she could run to. They’ve been best friends ever since they were kids, so they’re bond was naturally closer. Kara’s mother was her mother’s helper, but after her mother’s death they had to move out, but nevertheless they still kept contact. “I was hoping I could stay here for a while till I figure things out.” She replied, smiling sheepishly at her friend who was eyeing her as if she was crazy. “Bella…You do know I’m not rich like you right? I can barely keep up with my rent, you can’t expect me to provide for the both of us.” Kara said, sighing heavily as she sat down beside her.“I care for you Bella, really. But this…I have a lot of responsibilities on my hand, with mom’s medication and my college fees…” Kara stopped, then her brows knitted together as her eyes moved to Isabella’s
My body tensed slightly, the air growing a little too heavy, and I didn’t know why. Something just didn’t feel right.Cedric turned to me with a glint in his eyes that I couldn’t quite read. I thought this guy was simple, but I guess in this room full of people, the word “simple” wouldn’t sound right after all. “So, Isabella,” he began, his tone light but I could sense he was just pretending. “Are you Hayden’s girlfriend?”The question caught me off guard. My lips parted, but the words didn’t immediately come out.Cedric continued before I could even respond, “You know, my sister and Hayden have a long history.”I blinked at him. “Fiona and Hayden are close?” I asked, trying to steady my voice, even though my chest felt like it was tightening.Cedric chuckled softly, tilted his head, then glanced at Dominic. “Not Dominic, Cassie,” he clarified, enunciating the name clearly. My heart stopped.He turned back to me, still smiling. “I mean, the three of you did have a long history toget
The morning passed by quickly. I really wish I could go home and take a long nap. But unfortunately, I can’t. Whoever said adult life gives you more freedom. They’re liars. I had barely taken a proper sip of my coffee when my assistant, Mia, knocked lightly on the door of my office. She peeked inside, holding her tablet close to her chest.“Ms, just a quick reminder—you’ve been invited to the Heritage Gala this evening. It's happening at the Grand Atrium Hotel. The car is supposed to be ready by five."I blinked. Right. The Heritage Gala. I had completely forgotten about it."Thank you, Mia. I’ll wrap things up early then."She gave a polite nod before disappearing down the hall.Despite the early chaos, the rest of the day seemed to breeze by. I felt oddly light. I smiled to myself as I grabbed my coat and bag, ready to leave.But as soon as I stepped out of the building and into the parking lot, the sight that greeted me made my stomach sink.My car tires—both on the driver's side
It was quiet, almost too quiet, when I finally found the courage to ask.I looked at Hayden, his face slightly turned away, as if avoiding what he knew was coming. My heart felt like it had been wrung out, twisted and bruised from the weight of everything I had learned, everything I had seen, and most of all, everything he had failed to say."Why did you lie to me?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper.Hayden didn’t answer. Not immediately. His jaw tensed. His hands fidgeted at his sides. But his eyes, his eyes couldn’t meet mine.The silence between us wasn’t just silence. It was loud and deafening. It pierced through the walls I had tried to build for myself."Can you really not tell me?" I asked again, softer this time.He turned his head slowly, eyes finally meeting mine. There was pain in them. Pain and conflict. He hesitated, then shook his head.My heart sank, but I nodded. I tried to understand. He must have his reason for not telling me.I stepped forward and cupped his fac
I got home late that night. Way too late.The driveway was empty and quiet, and the porch light was the only thing still on. I stood outside for a moment, staring at the house. It looked the same as always, but I wasn’t. Not after what I saw, not after what I heard.I don’t want to be affected by what’s happening, but I am…and I don’t know how to stop this feeling coursing through my heart. Sigh.I opened the door quietly and stepped inside. The living room was dark, the silence stretching far too deep. I didn’t even bother turning on the lights. My legs moved on their own, carrying me upstairs. I just wanted to see Blake to calm myself down. I pushed open his door slowly trying not make any noise as possible. He was curled up beneath his blankets, his tiny fists tucked under his cheek as his chest rose and fell slowly. I let out a quiet sigh, one that seemed to drag all the weight from my shoulders. I watched him for a few more seconds, just making sure. Then I gently closed the
We roamed the halls like shadows.For a building so guarded on the outside, the inside felt... ordinary. Almost too ordinary. White walls. Polished floors. A faint scent of paper and air freshener. It looked like any high-end office complex you’d find downtown—quiet, professional, boring even. No alarms. No red sirens. No looming sense of dread.Except, maybe, the one hammering in my chest.We moved carefully, glancing around every corner before slipping into rooms. Most of them were unlocked. I half-expected to find people inside, or something, anything, that screamed you shouldn’t be here. But all I saw were shelves stacked with binders, boxes labeled with codes, and desks that were probably neatly cleaned.“This is anticlimactic,” Dominic muttered as he flipped through a folder marked F04-Secondary Entry Logs.“Keep your voice down,” I hissed, scanning another stack of documents that meant nothing to me. Numbers. Charts. Reports that could’ve belonged to any logistics firm in the c
Dominic.He was standing outside my car, eyebrows raised, arms crossed with that maddening smirk.I had no choice but to slowly roll down the window."Fancy seeing you here," he said, peering inside like some nosy neighbor. "What are you doing in a place like this, Bella?""That’s none of your business," I snapped, sitting up straighter, trying not to look guilty.He laughed—really laughed, like it was actually funny. I stared. It was strange. His face looked lighter. Less grumpy, less tired. He didn’t have that usual broody air around him. Instead, there was something... approachable? Tsk, I must be going crazy, this man, approachable? "Oh come on, don't give me that look," he said with a grin. "You look like a squirrel caught stealing almonds."I groaned and got out of the car, shutting the door a little harder than necessary. "Why are you here? Are you following me?""Please," he scoffed. "Not everything is about you, Bella. I just happened to be in the neighborhood. Saw your car
I woke up with a plan.This wasn’t something I was proud of. It felt like a betrayal in itself—snooping around, following someone you care about. But what choice did I have? The way Hayden had been acting lately left me no room for comfort. Something had shifted in him, and while I tried to ignore it, the unease inside me only grew stronger with every passing day.So, I took a day off. Told him I needed rest. He didn’t question it.Blake came down the stairs, rubbing his eyes, his uniform a little crumpled. I smiled and helped fix his collar before kissing his forehead. "Be good at school, alright?""Yes, Mama," he replied sleepily, climbing into the backseat of the car.I stood at the doorway and waved until the driver pulled away.Hayden stood in the living room, sipping coffee, dressed casually but neatly. "I’ll be heading out too," I told him, grabbing my purse and keys. "Need to check on a few errands."He gave a nod. "Alright. Be careful, okay?""I will. You too," I added, step
The days that followed left a tight knot in my chest.Hayden was different.Not in the obvious, physical ways—not the kind of different that could be explained away by memory loss or his change in routine. It was something subtle, something deeper. A silence that stretched too long. A gaze that flickered away when mine searched his. A tone that felt rehearsed rather than real. And I noticed every bit of it.Lately, he wouldn’t meet my eyes, as if afraid that I might see something there—something he didn’t want me to know. Every time we talked, there was something careful in the way he replied. Like each word had been weighed and filtered. The easy conversations we used to have were gone, and it was slowly driving me insane.Blake didn’t say much either. I couldn’t tell if he noticed since kids are always keen with changes, or if Hayden had told him to keep quiet. The atmosphere at home shifted. Everything looked the same, but it felt completely different. Colder.One particular aftern
The door slammed open with a loud bang as I rushed inside, heart pounding and panic boiling under my skin. I barely noticed I had kicked my heels off somewhere by the door. My bag hit the couch as I sprinted toward the living room, my breath caught in my chest.Because of the adrenaline I didn’t even notice how strange it was that the house was calm and quiet. Shouldn’t it be at least…well…chaotic?The moment I arrived at the living room, confusion immediately made it’s way to my face. Hayden was sitting on the couch, gently patting Blake's head. Blake was curled against his side, his small shoulders trembling despite the soft hush Hayden whispered above him. The sight froze me in place.Blake’s eyes were swollen, his cheeks full of dry tears. He looked like he’d cried himself raw."Hayden," I breathed out, my voice hoarse. "What happened?"He looked up slowly.And smiled.It wasn’t a warm smile, not the kind that softened his face and lit his eyes like before. No. This one sent a ch