“Let’s go….” Hollis pulled my arm and led me away from the crowd to a seductive balcony overlooking the big garden below. As we stood there, the moonlight casting shadows on his face, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that Sara’s words had planted in my mind.I stared at his face, which was shining with an eerie glow, as if he were hiding a lot of secrets. His gaze fixed on the garden below with a mixture of longing and intensity, leaving me curious about what lay hidden behind his cold facade. As he turned to me with a mysterious smile, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of mystery was hiding beneath his cold exterior. It was as if he held a world of secrets within him, waiting to be discovered. But why do I feel drawn to unraveling those secrets, despite the sense of danger that emanated from him? Why do I care about the darkness that lurks within him when I should be running in the opposite direction? Perhaps it is the thrill of the unknown, or maybe it is simply human curio
“The people inside are like hyenas; they’ll smell fear a mile away. Just keep your cool and follow my lead,” he whispered, giving me a reassuring smile before knocking on the door. “Or they’ll tear you apart,” he warned, his eyes narrowing with determination. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever was to come, as the door creaked open. Inside, a group of angry strangers glared at us. The room was a luxurious one, with velvet curtains and golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Sofas with elaborate designs lined the walls, and a grand piano sat in the corner, waiting to be played. Along with that, intricate paintings and luxurious tapestries adorn the walls, creating an atmosphere of opulence and grandeur. God, if I thought the living room where the party took place was impressive, then this room was downright extravagant. “Look who’s here...” A woman wearing a floor-length gown spoke, motioning towards us with a smile that seemed hidden beneath the layers of makeup
“You can’t get the company from me,” Hollis finally says, his voice filled with defiance. “My father built this company from the ground up, and he was a 45 percent stakeholder,” Hollis said firmly, his eyes blazing with determination. The room falls silent, the air heavy with anticipation, as Hollis stands his ground against those who seek to challenge his ownership.“So what you father is death, and I am the one who holds the majority stake now,” the old man retorts, his tone cold and calculating.“Old man, it’s your birthday, right?” Hollis interrupts, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Let’s not forget my father’s last will and testament,” Hollis said, leaving me standing and walking towards the old man who was sitting in the corner, his face turning pale. “Do you need me to remind you of what is stated in the will or the conditions that must be met before any transfer of ownership can happen?” Hollis asks, his voice dripping with authority. The old man’s eyes widen in realization a
Fuck…Fuck…. Fuck, what have I done? I shouldn’t have kissed Hailey. I knew it was a mistake as soon as our lips touched. This is going to complicate things even more. But I have seen how Justin is looking at us suspiciously, and I can’t shake the feeling that he knows that we are not really dating. I wanted to avoid any drama or conflict, but now it seems inevitable.The touch of her lips as they met mine felt electric; the warmth of her body pressed against mine sent shivers down my spine. Despite the guilt and uncertainty, there was a part of me that couldn’t deny the undeniable chemistry between us. This kiss may have been a mistake, but it also awakened something inside me that I can’t ignore. As if oil had been poured on a smoldering fire, our fake relationship was now at risk of becoming something much more complicated and real.I shook my head, trying to keep my eyes on the road ahead, knowing that this forbidden attraction could lead to consequences neither of us was prepared
Is it normal to feel something for someone for a week? I don’t know, but then why do I feel this way after only knowing Hollis for a week?Why does it hurt me to think that I am not anything but a nanny to him? Maybe it’s because he’s shown me more kindness and understanding this past week than anyone else has in a long time.No one had ever taken care of me like this before; no one had ever asked if I was okay or needed anything. Hollis was the first person to make me feel seen and valued for a long time. And the more he cares, the more I need to understand why I am feeling this way.Am I so desperate for attention and affection that I am mistaking his kindness for something more? I shook my head. It was wrong for me to think that way. Hollis is just being a good boss and a caring person. “You are an employee, and I am your boss. Your health and your well-being are important to me.” I remember the words he said, reminding me that his concern for me was genuine but professional. Then
Miscarriage was the only thing I heard before everything went blank and my world shattered into a million pieces. I couldn’t believe it was happening to me.I didn’t want this baby; I never wanted the seed of Ben to grow inside of me. His presence makes me sick, but then why does it matter so much to me? I shouldn’t care, then why do you want to keep it so badly?I can’t lose it. It’s confusing and overwhelming, but I can’t imagine life without it now.Everything went dark in front of my eyes as the words miscarriage through my mind. The thought of losing the baby I never wanted is now unbearable, and I find myself clinging to the idea of its existence. The conflicting emotions are tearing me apart, but deep down, I know I want to keep it.“Stay with me; I will make everything right.” I heard Hollis’s voice echo in my head, filled with both desperation and determination. I knew then that I couldn’t let go of this unexpected but precious life growing inside me.I felt his hand hold min
“But what, Hollis? I stare at Hollis for a moment, waiting for his reply, my heart pounding in my chest. Finally, he took a deep breath, taking my hand in his. “Maybe you should terminate the pregnancy.” His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt a wave of emotions wash over me.“Terminate...” I passed as the words sank in, making my head dizzy by overweighting the realization of what he was suggesting.Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to process his words, feeling a mix of shock and devastation.“Hailey…. shhhh… If you cry like that, I can’t handle it,” Hollis whispered, pulling me into a tight hug.“I don’t want to lose my baby, Hollis,” I whispered, my voice breaking with emotion. “I will marry; I will be a slave... I will take care of your kids for free all my life, but please, I don’t want to lose my baby.” Hollis held me even closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think so low of me that I will make you my slave or force you into anything you don’t wan
“You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I am here for you,” he said, his eyes filled with sincerity. “And from today, you are no longer the nanny for my kids; you are family.”My lashes fluttered with surprise upon hearing his words. “Family,” I repeated, not trusting my ears. It was a title I never expected to have; no one had ever made me feel like I belonged before.“Yes, family,” he confirmed, gently reaching out to squeeze my hand. “We care for you just as much as you care for us.”I stare at the way our hands are intertwined, feeling a warmth spreading through my chest. It was a feeling of acceptance and belonging that I had longed for my entire life. My heart starts to beat loudly, shaking with emotion. I thought I loved Ben, but he never once showed this kind of care, nor have I ever felt so safe and loved in someone’s presence before.“Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his eyes.I nodded my head, feeling tears welling up in my eyes as I whispered, “Thank you
****Hollis****The words hit me like a freight train.“She was poisoned.”I stared at the doctor, my brain refusing to process what he was saying. Lauren wasn’t poisoned. She died in the crash. That was the truth I’d lived with for years—the weight I carried every single day.“This has to be a mistake,” I muttered, my voice barely sounding like my own.“I’m afraid it’s not,” the doctor replied, his tone flat. “The toxicology report shows traces of a rare, slow-acting poison in her system. It weakened her heart considerably. While the crash was still a factor, she wouldn’t have survived in her condition. The poisoning was deliberate.”Deliberate.The word was a knife to my chest, cutting through the carefully constructed walls I’d built to contain my guilt. All this time, I thought I’d killed her. My decisions, my choices—I believed they had led to her death. But now there was someone else to blame. Someone had done this to her.“Hollis?” Hailey’s voice broke through the haze, her hand
Hollis couldn’t breathe.The weight of his guilt pressed down on him, suffocating him with every breath he tried to take. His chest felt tight, as if the air had turned thick and heavy, and no matter how deeply he inhaled, it wasn’t enough. His hands trembled, clenching into fists at his sides, but the shaking wouldn’t stop. It was as if his body was betraying him, revealing the truth he couldn’t escape.The words he had spoken still lingered in the room, each syllable like a stone in his chest. "I killed her."He wanted to look away from the reflection of his misery in the window, but it was too much. His vision blurred, and his heart ached with a rawness that felt endless. He had spent so long trying to bury it—the guilt, the pain, the truth. He’d told himself that if he just kept moving and kept putting one foot in front of the other, it would eventually fade. But it didn’t. It never would.His voice cracked, hoarse from the strain of holding back tears. “I thought... I thought if
Hollis couldn’t breathe. He leaned against the doorframe, his chest tight, his breath shallow, like he was drowning in a sea of guilt that was rising faster than he could ever hope to escape.The weight of the words hung between them—"I killed her."His eyes burned as they blurred with tears that never seemed to fall. But the ache—the unbearable, unshakable ache deep in his chest—never went away. He had thought if he buried it enough, maybe he wouldn’t feel it. If he didn’t look too closely at the truth, maybe he could pretend that he wasn’t a monster. That he didn’t have blood on his hands.But that was all he ever felt now—the blood. The guilt that wrapped around him like a noose. And no matter how much he tried to push it away, no matter how hard he tried to keep his distance from everyone, especially his children, the truth was there. It was always there.His voice cracked as he forced himself to speak again, though every word was a struggle, like he was choking on his own guilt.
****Hailey****The air in the house was suffocating, pressing in from all sides like a heavy weight on my chest. I hadn’t expected to feel like this. I hadn’t expected anything, really. Hollis had walked out, leaving behind nothing but the echo of his words that hung in the air like a storm cloud. And I knew, in the pit of my stomach, that something had broken. But it wasn’t just my heart.It was everything.I sank into the couch, clutching a pillow to my chest, as if it could somehow shield me from the storm swirling inside me. Every breath felt shallow, every thought like it was coated in the sharp sting of the past few hours. What had just happened? What had I learned? Hollis’s grandfather—his presence had been like a blade, cutting through the walls I’d built around myself, leaving me exposed and raw. His words still echoed in my mind, cutting deeper with each passing second. And then that smile. That knowing, cold smile.It wasn’t just what he said. It was how he made me feel—lik
****Hailey****The air was thick with tension as I stood frozen in the doorway. The man on the porch didn’t belong in this world of warm lights and soft edges. His presence felt sharp, jagged, and entirely unwelcome.Hollis’s grandfather.He stood there, tall and unyielding, his sharp features chiseled with an air of authority that made my chest tighten. His piercing eyes swept over me with something too calculating to be mere curiosity.“Hailey,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue like a dark promise. “We need to talk."The words lodged in my throat as Hollis stepped in front of me, his broad shoulders blocking the older man from my view. The tension in his body was palpable, coiling like a spring about to snap.“You’re not welcome here,” Hollis growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine.The older man chuckled, a sound that seemed to carry years of malice. “Is that any way to greet your family, boy?"“You’re not my family,” Hollis spat, his words cutting l
*****Hailey****The car hummed softly beneath us, the road slipping by in a blur of lights and shadows. My mind was still foggy from the meds, exhaustion dragging me under, but as we left the hospital behind, everything felt too sharp, too real. I was going home. But nothing about this home felt like it did before.Hollis sat beside me, his hand barely touching mine but enough to ground me. He hadn’t said much since we left the hospital. His silence was a weight that sat heavy between us, but I didn’t need him to speak. I knew he was thinking the same thing I was—about the life that had been torn apart, about the cracks we couldn’t fix. The questions that had no answers yet.The drive felt endless, the world outside blending together in a haze, like I was stuck in two worlds at once—one that nearly destroyed me and the one I was supposed to return to. I wasn’t the same person who’d left, and neither was he. Neither were his kids.When we finally pulled into the driveway, I could feel
****Hollis****The room was quiet—almost too quiet—except for the steady beep of the heart monitor beside the bed. It felt like the world outside had stopped, leaving just the two of us in this small, sterile space. Hailey was asleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath, but there was still a hint of tension in her face. I could see it, even in her sleep—the weight of everything that had happened, the unspoken pain that clung to her like a shadow. I couldn’t stop looking at her, though. Every time I thought about what she’d been through, it made something inside me tighten. This room had become both a sanctuary and a prison. In a way, I didn’t want it to end. But I knew it had to. She was about to be discharged. And that meant everything would be real again. Real in a way I wasn’t ready for. Lying with her in this small hospital bed, I wished I could freeze time and protect her from the world outside these walls. But I knew she was strong enough to face whatever came next
*****Hollis*****The hospital room was heavy, suffocating with silence that cut sharper than any scream. Hailey hadn’t spoken much since the day we lost everything. She stayed curled on her side, her back to me, staring at the wall like it held answers to questions she couldn’t voice.I sat beside her bed, my elbows resting on my knees, watching her. I didn’t say anything. She wouldn’t respond even if I did. But the weight in her eyes, the sharp edges of grief and rage, were deafening.Finally, she stirred, her voice breaking the quiet.“He did this."I straightened in my chair, her words slicing through the thick air between us.“Ben,” she said, her voice trembling with anger that barely held back the tears. “He took everything from me. My baby. My peace. Everything I fought to rebuild."Her hands clenched the blanket so tightly that her knuckles went white. When she turned her head to face me, the look in her eyes hit me like a freight train.“I hate him,” she hissed. “I hate that I
***Hailey****The room was suffocating, every breath tinged with the sterile sting of antiseptic, every corner thick with the oppressive weight of loss. I couldn’t seem to escape the constant hum of the machines, the feeling that time was moving, but I was stuck, suspended in a moment that stretched on forever. But then, a small voice cut through the quiet, a voice that always made my heart race with love.“Mommy?”It wasn’t just the sound of her voice that broke the stillness, but the urgency, the concern, the love. I snapped my head toward the door, and there she was—Summer. My little girl, her face framed by the doorway, her big brown eyes wide with worry. She was so small, yet she carried the weight of the world in those eyes. And right behind her, waddling with all the grace of a two-year-old, was Max, holding onto her hand like he didn’t quite know what was going on but was determined to follow her anyway.Summer’s eyes found mine instantly, and without a moment’s hesitation, sh