The university was hosting an end of the year dance for the graduating class. It was a huge event, and the students were buzzing about the festive occasion. With everything going on in her life, Emma had forgotten about it. When she stopped by her dorm, the invitation was stuffed under her door. For a moment she contemplated skipping it all together. But she promised herself that she would do her best to celebrate her successes, and enjoy her life despite everything that had gone wrong. “I have to go,” Emma said to herself. She thought of all the dresses Will got for her at Jason’s boutique. She had to put them to some sort of use, didn’t she? But who would even go with her? Will was her “fiancé,” but their relationship wasn’t one where he would take her to an event like that. She may be Cinderella, but he wasn’t the prince that was waiting for her at the royal ball. Either way, she was positive he’d say no. She got home that night, prepared to ask him prepared to be turned
“Hello Vivian,” Emma rolled her eyes. “You really love to assume that everyone is as perverse as you. This is my friend, Spencer.” “Friend?” Vivian laughed. “That looked a little more than just friendly to me. You just move on from man to man, don’t you? Pretty soon you’ll just have everyone on campus.” “I think you’re confusing me with yourself,” Emma spat back. “I know how you work. You know you aren’t good enough for any man, so you move on to the next one before the current man finds out.” “Excuse me,” Spencer stood up. “I don’t know you, but you have the wrong idea. Emma is my friend, and you are incredibly rude.” People had begun to gather around them due to the commotion. “Let me guess,” Vivian continued. “You’re rich and successful. That’s her type, you know. You looked like you could be smart, but it looks like you’ve fallen for her tricks, just like all the rest of them.” “That’s enough!” Emma stood. “Say what you want about me, but leave
The atmosphere was charged with hostility as Will drove. Emma waited for some kind of explanation from him, but he offered none. When she couldn’t take his silence anymore, she decided to get the explanation she deserved on her own. “What was all that about? You said you had more important things to do tonight, that you weren’t my doting boyfriend. Then you show up and put on that show and announce our engagement like that?” Will didn’t answer her. “Say something!” “You shouldn’t have been all over that guy. We’re about to get married, and I walk in to find some random man practically on top of you.” His eyes never strayed from the road and his voice was clipped and measured. “You aren’t serious. You want to talk about me when I know you’re still seeing other women? How could be so hypocritical? You can’t ask me to do something if you’re not going to abide by your own rules. Since we started,” her hands flailed, gesturing between them. “whatever this is, no one else has
Evening had settled in by the time Emma packed up her dorm room. Her old duffel bag was stuffed with her things. She welcomed the time alone. It allowed her to think and sort out the news she had just heard. Had someone told her that Will would take down her arch nemesis, she would laugh at them. But in the same vein, she remembered how he had saved her from Maurice. “Why can’t I figure him out?” she asked the room. “What does he really want from me?” She pondered this on the way back to the apartment. Will was an enigma, a riddle she would never be able to solve. “Have you had a productive day, Miss Emma?” Jack asked as he loaded her bag into the car. “I think so. It will be strange not coming back here. It feels like I’m leaving part of myself behind.” “You have a new life to look forward too,” he said in reference to her upcoming marriage. “Yes,” she forced a smile. “I do. It will take some getting used to, I suppose.” “Mr. Stewart is a good person.
A stream of sunlight went into Emma’s eye and jolted her awake. She had only meant to rest her head, but the sun was out. “Shit!” she cursed, scrambling for her phone. She looked at the time and panic sunk in. She was so late. The phone started to ring and she answered. “Girl,” Sabrina admonished. “I know, I know!” Emma said as she ran around her room like a tornado. “You better get here like right now before Will goes out on a murder spree.” “How bad is it?” “I think he may try to kill the florist any second now.” “Okay. I’ll be there soon.” “Make it sooner.” Emma hung up and hurled herself in the shower, threw on some simple clothes and launched herself out the door. Jack was waiting for her downstairs and she asked to drive as fast as he could towards Jason’s studio where she was supposed to be getting ready. “Thank you, Jack,” she said as he opened the car door for her. “You’re welcome. I’ll be here waiting to take you both to
Before Emma could answer, Will snatched her up in a searing kiss. It felt like an eternity since she had kissed him. While her body was more than willing to keep this up, her mind knew that it was little too much for a wedding ceremony. She tried to pull away, but Will crushed her against him, not allowing her to escape. *God, I missed this,* she thought when she couldn’t fight it any longer. She threw her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Loud cheers erupted around them. The crowd believed that they were passionately in love. Who wouldn’t after a kiss like that? The cameras went wild when he released her. She was sure their kiss would be plastered on every magazine cover. It was the passionate kiss of the most celebrated newlyweds in the city. They arrived at the reception, and even more cameras were present. The extravagant reception sparkled with what appeared to be thousands and thousands of crystals. Garlands of them hung from the ceiling casting glittering l
Emma changed into a simple white dress after a long time of thinking to herself. She wasn’t in the mood for the party anymore, but didn’t want to ruin it for everyone else. She didn’t want to let them down, her dad and Conrad. She was buried with thoughts when Will came and found her in the changing room. “Are you all right?” he came up and asked. “I’d like to go, if that’s okay.” Will sighed. He expected that she’d want to leave. “Not right away, but yes we can go.” “You don’t have to leave.” “If you want to leave, I will leave with you. Come on,” he took he hand and escorted her out. They stayed long enough to have another conversation with Conrad and Emmett. They said goodbye to Sabrina and Alex, and then Will took Emma home. On the car ride back, Will could see that she was still bothered by what had happened. “Listen, about what happened earlier. It’s true, that woman and I did sleep together. But it was only once. We weren’t in a re
Emma frowned, as though she still wasn’t all there yet. “Ugh, my head is killing me,” she mumbled. “Do you have any recollection of this evening’s events?” he teased. “Too loud,” she protested. “Make it stop.” Will chuckled and kissed her forehead and got up to leave, but Emma grabbed his arm. He looked back at her. Her eyes were hooded and red, and her face and lips puffy from crying. But something about that raw vulnerability made her look irresistible. “Stay,” he commanded. When he didn’t move, Emma pulled him back down to the bed and climbed on top of him. She crashed her lips on his in a scorching kiss. Will was equally surprised and turned on by her boldness, but he would not keep this up if she was still drunk. “Emma,” he reluctantly pushed her away. “You’re too drunk for this. You need to rest.” “What’s wrong?” she asked as she began to undress him. “Don’t you want me?” “Holy fuck, that’s hot,” Will muttered to himself. “A while ago you
Six months later “Stewart Industries Landmark building construction was completed today. The twenty-story building boasts retail, commercial, and event space. The impressive building has already become a hallmark of the city with a silver tower as its crown. Glass windows glisten in the sun. And anyone in the city can enjoy the gorgeous public park that surrounds it. It is a gorgeous and shining collaboration of the best and freshest minds in the city. William Stewart has named the structure, ‘The Conrad Tower,’ in honor of his beloved late grandfather. The city awaits now for the building to open and for all the new opportunities it will create. This has been Susanne Winters for Channel 16 news.” They all cheered and toasted the completion of the building, gathered around Will and Emma’s living room. “Here’s to The Conrad Tower!” Will raised his glass. “And to all the people that helped make it possible! I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you all. Thank you.” They raised
The high from the success of the show had worn off, and Will felt himself spiraling. His pulse quickened; a sheen of cold sweat sprouted on his forehead. He held it together the best he could while around others. But alone, with nothing but his memories to accompany him… it was always the worst.As he arrived home and prepared himself for another lonely night, he was greeted by something unexpected. A large truck was parked in front of his home. Men moved in and out of it, bringing things inside.“…The fuck?” he muttered as he parked his car. “Excuse me,” he called out to them. “This is my home. What are you doing here?”“I hired them,” a voice said from the doorway of the house. He looked over towards the familiar voice, not daring to believe it. But there she was, bathed in the light from inside the house. “Hi, Will. I’m sorry if I startled you, but I w
Their days were filled with appointments. Every time they turned around, there was somewhere to be. Will had been discharged and had the company to take care of. With the building finally underway, Stewart Industries was thriving again. It was a rare moment that he got time to himself. And even when he did, everyone else was busy with their own hectic lives. Will floated around his giant, empty home. He went to work, came home, did his physical therapy exercises, and went to sleep. Alone. He found, in recent days, that alone was not a good place for him to be. Nightmares plagued his sleep, and he jumped at the slightest noises. Monsters had moved from under the bed and in the shadows to inside his mind.He hated it.Emma hadn’t been able to make good on her promise to move back. Things were hectic, and no one had time for anyone anymore. It had been almost two weeks before he saw anyone. They all called and messaged each other, but it wasn&rs
Will’s recovery was slow. The doctors had informed him that taking that bullet as such close range did a lot of damage, but it was the reason he wasn’t dead as nothing major was hit. He wasn’t out of the woods yet and would need a good round of physical therapy. The medical staff agreed that he needed to stay in the hospital for at least a week so they could monitor him. Emma and Alex fussed over him, making sure he listened and did everything according to the doctor’s orders.On the fourth day, he was restless and just wanted to leave. Alex was in the room with him, telling him off for not listening.“You’re being a brat,” Alex scolded him.“I just want to get out of this bed,” Will whined.“Try getting out again, and I’ll break both your legs.”“How very Mafia of you,” Will smirked.“Shut up,” Alex swatted at
Chaos exploded around them. Shouts and screams filled the air as Captain Whitlock ordered that Ghost be apprehended and an ambulance be called. Ghost dropped his gun and raised his hand in surrender as his fantasy came to life right before his eyes.“Beautiful!” he said over the din. “It’s more beautiful than I could ever imagine.”“Shut up,” Captain Whitlock spat as he wrenched Ghost’s hands behind his back. “You’re going to go away for a very long time. They may even make a case for the death penalty against you.”“I hope they do,” he said with a contented sigh. “I’ve done all I have ever wanted to do.”“Take this vile piece of shit. And read him his rights. This arrest needs to be perfect. I swear if this fucker gets out on a technicality, I’ll fire the lot of you!”An officer took Ghost a
Will turned around and the world moved in slow motion around him. About ten feet away from them, there he stood. Ghost. Denis. The man responsible for all the pitfalls in his life stood ten feet away from them, the sunlight glinting off the barrel of an ornate silver gun. How could he have been so careless?“Surprise,” Ghost sang.“How…” Will began to ask.“How did I get so close?” Ghost finished. “Without anyone noticing. Hmm…” he used the gun to scratch his temple for a moment and then pointed it back at them. “I’m the monster in the dark. The one under your bed. The one your parents warn you about. Oh wait… your parents wouldn’t warn you about anything. They’ve been trying to sacrifice you to the darkness for years,” he said with feigned contrition.“What do you want?” Will asked. His eyes darted around, looking for
They really thought they were smart, huh? They thought he would fall for their little traps. However, he couldn’t deny that they had presented him with the perfect opportunity. Will was serving himself on a silver platter. It would be so easy to just take care of him then. His ultimate fantasy could play out the way he’d always dreamt of. The very public murder of William Stewart was just something he couldn’t pass up.What reason was there even to hide anymore? They had revealed his identity. Everyone knew who he was. So, what purpose did the shadows serve him anymore? Perhaps it was time to come out into the light and end this charade. His last card against Will had been used up. He’d run out of games.“Let’s play,” he chuckled, loading his gun. “No plans. No backups. This is it.” His heart raced with elation as he envisioned a bullet ripping through Will. Hearing his loved ones cry as his body crump
The interview was a smash. The city was on high alert, and Ghost’s name was on everyone lips. The few times Sabrina went out, it’s all she could hear anyone talk about. She couldn’t help but feel a little proud. Captain Whitlock received dozens of calls and tips. Many people said how they knew Denis, and how there was no way he could be Ghost.Others said that they’re surprised they never saw the signs. Some offered clues and places that Denis used to frequent. He traipsed the city, following these clues. Most led to nothing. Just traces of an old that Ghost himself probably wouldn’t recognize. But there was one call…“Um… hi. Is this Captain Whitlock?” It was hesitant man’s voice.“Yes, how can I help you?”“I’m calling about Denis Ratcliffe.”Captain Whitlock received so many of these calls he was numb to them.
Will let the water wash over him as he tried to steady his frenzied heartbeat. The truth was that they were terrified. For Ghost to be so brazen as to just waltz into the police station and open fire did not bode well for any one of them. It was clear that Ghost was just as ready to end this as they were. He leaned his forehead against the cold tile, letting the rhythmic beating of the water of against his back soothe him.Soon enough, a shower wouldn’t be such an event. At least not the ones he took alone, anyway. Steam rolled off of skin as he emerged from the shower. Emma had laid out some clothes for him. Just a white t-shirt a pair of gray sweatpants. He laughed. Now that he was free and clean, he wanted to hold his baby.He went downstairs, back to the dining room where everyone was gathered.“Where is Lizzie?” he asked.“Right here,” Emma said. She stood behind him, holding a