“Of course I do,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Especially when it comes to keeping you safe.”
The sun was beginning to rise outside, casting a warm, golden glow over the horizon, as the couple huddled together, discussing their next steps. Time was ticking—Flora’s meeting with Janice was only hours away, and they needed a plan in place. Flora ran her fingers through her hair, staring out the window at the early morning light. Damien leaned forward, his eyes fixed on her. “We need to assume Janice and Alice might be working together." Flora had just been thinking the same. Such a thing would be exactly what she'd expect someone affiliated with Alice to do. "I need to hide the real deeds. Somewhere Janice can’t find them, just in case she’s playing us. If she’s got Alice in on this, it’s possible they’re trying to trap me." Damien considered this for a moment, then nodded slowly. "That’s a good idea. We can’t risk her getting heFlora led Olivia back to her room, guiding her stepsister with a gentle hand. The moment they entered, Flora was struck by how much Olivia’s room had changed over the years. The once chaotic space was now serene and minimalistic. The loud posters of metal bands, with their garish colors and rebellious poses, had been stripped away. In their place, the walls were bare except for a single framed photograph of Olivia at a serene beach, her smile bright against the backdrop of a setting sun. Flora’s eyes drifted to the large bookshelf that used to be cluttered with figurines from animated shows, now replaced with neat rows of classic literature and motivational books. Even the magenta wallpaper Olivia had begged Alice for, a blindingly bright statement of tween defiance, was gone. Now the walls were painted a cool, calming shade of sea green, giving the room an air of maturity and peace that hadn’t been there before. The bed, once covered in colorful mismatched pillows, now had a simpl
Olivia nodded miserably, fresh tears spilling over her already reddened cheeks. “I did. I wanted it so badly. I’ve wanted it for so long. And I… I don’t regret what we did. I was into it just as much as he was. That’s not the problem.”Flora’s confusion deepened. “Then what is the problem?”Olivia’s hands balled into tight fists in her lap as she took another shaky breath. “It’s what he said after, Flora. It’s what he did after.”Olivia’s voice was filled with anguish, her body trembling with the weight of the memory. She bit her lip, trying to keep her voice steady, but the pain in her heart was too much. “When we were done… he looked down at me with this look on his face—this look of annoyance, like I was just some inconvenience to him. Like I had gotten in his way.”Flora’s eyes widened in disbelief. Annoyance? After everything?“And then,” Olivia continued, her voice cracking, “he told me… he told me that what had just happened was a one-time thing. That he w
“I mean, I’ve been spending time at Defendwise lately,” Flora explained, “but I’ve never seen you there. I didn’t even know you worked there.”Olivia shrugged weakly, her gaze still downcast. “I’ve been at Cyprus’ office a lot, but you probably haven’t had a reason to go up there, right? You’ve been meeting with the directors or staying in your office mostly.”Flora thought about it and realized Olivia was right. She had never had a reason to go to Cyprus’ office, even though he was the face of the company. “I guess that’s true,” she admitted. A sudden pang of guilt hit her. Maybe if she had gone to Cyprus’ office more often, she would’ve noticed something. Maybe she would’ve seen how Olivia looked at him, or how Cyprus behaved around her. Maybe she could have seen the warning signs, seen the pain Olivia was in before it had come to this.But what could she have done? She hadn’t even known.Flora’s gaze softened as she looked at Olivia, who was still trying to c
Flora’s stomach dropped as she listened, already dreading what Olivia would say next.“He wasn’t talking to her like a colleague or friend. He was… flirting with her, Flora. And I don’t mean light flirting. He was telling her things… things he hadn’t even said to me all night. How he missed her. How he couldn’t wait to see her. I didn’t know what to do. I felt frozen. Stuck in the kitchen, listening to him make plans with her, all while I was cleaning up the mess from our… perfect evening.”Olivia’s hands trembled as she spoke, her voice growing more broken with each word. “I don’t know how long I stood there. It felt like forever. I wanted to scream at him, but I didn’t. I just… I finished washing the dishes. I didn’t even confront him. I couldn’t. When I walked back into the dining room, he acted like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just been planning to see another woman.”Flora closed her eyes, her heart aching for her stepsister. She had known Cyprus was sleazy
Flora sat quietly with Olivia still nestled against her, arms wrapped around her step-sister as though she could shield her from the emotional storm that had engulfed her. Olivia’s breath hitched as she prepared herself to say something difficult, her voice small and heavy with a mixture of regret and exhaustion. "I knew Cyprus fancied you," Olivia admitted quietly, as if the words themselves were a burden too heavy to carry alone. “Even before everything happened, I could see it.” Flora didn’t respond immediately, choosing instead to gently stroke Olivia’s back. She had sensed that her step-sister didn’t need judgment or even consolation just yet—she needed space to say what was weighing on her heart. So Flora let her continue, her fingers still moving softly in comforting circles. Olivia swallowed hard, her next words filled with a sadness that seemed to have been lodged deep inside her for years. “Cyprus is the first man I’ve fallen
Flora bit her lip, her eyes filling with a strange mix of sadness and guilt. She had never asked for any of the things Olivia was bitter about. She had never lorded her wealth or her looks over anyone, least of all Olivia. Yet, she could now see how her existence had become a constant mirror in which Olivia saw all her own perceived shortcomings reflected back at her. Olivia’s fingers fidgeted with the hem of her nightgown as she spoke, her words growing quieter, more tentative. “It didn’t help that Alice… my mom… she always compared me to you. She pushed me so hard to be better than you in some way, and when I couldn’t, she’d berate me. Every time you came out on top, it was like another failure in her eyes.” Flora’s heart twisted at the mention of her snake of a stepmother. She had always known she had a sharp tongue, but she hadn’t realized the extent of the damage Alice had caused in Olivia’s life. It explained so much—the rivalry, the jealousy, t
Flora smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Olivia’s face. “Of course. I’m not going anywhere.” With that reassurance, Olivia closed her eyes, her breathing slowly evening out as she drifted into an uneasy sleep. Flora sat beside her, watching her step-sister’s chest rise and fall, her mind wandering as the room grew quieter. As Olivia slept, Flora found herself reflecting on their relationship—the rivalry that had shaped so much of their lives, the unspoken resentments, the deep wounds neither of them had fully acknowledged until now. The irony wasn’t lost on her: Olivia was technically the older sister in their patchwork family, but time and time again, Flora found herself in the position of being the one who had to hold things together. It was Flora who comforted, Flora who reassured, Flora who tried to make sense of the chaos that surrounded them. It made Flora smile, albeit a little sadly. Life had
The warm water poured over her, but her mind was already elsewhere, running through the events of the morning and the plan ahead. She had to keep her cool with Janice, no matter what the woman threw at her. And she had to make sure she didn’t give away any sign that she was onto whatever Janice was scheming, and if Alice was in on it with her. By the time Flora finished her shower, she had her plan mapped out in her head. She wrapped herself in a towel and padded back into her bedroom, moving with purpose now. She grabbed her blow dryer and began drying her hair, all the while thinking about what she would wear. She needed something casual, something that would help her blend into the crowd and not draw attention. If Janice was watching her, she couldn’t afford to stand out. Once her hair was dry, she rifled through her closet, pulling out a pair of slim-fitting dark jeans and a simple black top. Over that, she threw on a light, tan trench coat—nothi
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Two Weeks Later The evening had settled into a comfortable warmth as Flora parked her car in the driveway of Damien’s estate. The sky was a gentle gradient of fading sunset hues, a perfect close to what had been a long but fulfilling day with Eva. They had been going over the offers from several publishing houses and TV studios, that wanted to monetize Flora's experience with Alice and Janice. It had been exhausting, but there was a sense of peace that came with knowing everything with Alice was truly over. Justice had been served, and Flora was finally free. With a content sigh, she gathered her things, pushing open the front door. The house was unusually quiet, save for the faint rustle of the breeze outside and the distant clinking of glass from the kitchen. A cozy warmth greeted her, the familiar scent of home wrapping her in comfort as she stepped inside. "Hello?" she called out softly, slipping off her shoes and setting
Flora’s breath caught in her throat, but she held her composure, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. She cast a glance across the courtroom and met Alice’s eyes. There was no fire in them, no anger or hatred. Only resignation. This was her fate, sealed and unchangeable. Alice would spend the rest of her life in jail. There would be no escape, no return to the life she once knew. She would die there, alone. The judge then turned her attention to Janice, who sat trembling in her seat. “As for Janice Holden,” the judge said, her tone unwavering, “for the charge of conspiracy to commit murder, and for the misuse of her professional authority as a nurse, resulting in the death of Vera Wicks, this court finds the defendant guilty.” Janice sobbed openly as the judge delivered her sentence: twenty-five years to life, with the possibility of parole only after serving the minimum term. But even with parole, Janice would never fully escape her crimes.
The next few days blurred together, filled with a whirlwind of action and emotion as Flora set the final stage for justice. Filing the formal report against Alice was both cathartic and devastating, but it was something Flora knew she had to do. This was the final step in a journey that had begun when her life was torn apart by betrayal, and now, she was finally fighting back. Alice was arrested almost immediately after Flora's report, and to everyone's surprise, she didn’t resist. For the first time in their long and painful history, she didn’t fight back. There were no screaming matches, no attempts to manipulate or twist the situation in her favor, no venomous remarks hurled in Flora’s direction. Instead, Alice turned herself over with an unsettling calm, submitting a written confession detailing her involvement in both the death of Flora’s mother and the accident that had left her father a prisoner in his own mind. Flora knew Alice’s cooperation wasn’t born
A chill ran down her spine, and she stammered out the first question that came to mind. “Olivia…are you—”Before she could finish, Olivia let out a bitter laugh, the sound filled with a weight of sorrow and exhaustion. It wasn’t a happy laugh, but one of disbelief at her own situation.“Yes, I’m pregnant,” Olivia confirmed softly, cutting off Flora’s stumbling attempt to find the right words. She rubbed her palm lightly over her stomach as if to comfort herself more than anything else. “And before you ask, it’s Cyprus’s.”Flora’s breath caught in her throat. Cyprus. Of course it was his. Her mind flew to that one disastrous night that Olivia had had with the arrogant vice president of Defendwise Ventures.“Olivia…” Flora whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. “What are you going to do?”The question hung in the air like a fragile thread, and for a moment, Olivia seemed lost, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the supermarket, beyond the immediate rea
Olivia’s face was puffy, her eyes rimmed red and swollen from crying. She looked utterly devastated, her usual composed demeanor shattered. Her bottom lip quivered as she attempted a smile, but it was weak, trembling at the edges. "Flora," Olivia whispered, her voice cracking. Flora stepped forward, unsure whether to close the distance between them or keep some space. She could see the exhaustion written across Olivia’s features, the turmoil swirling behind her eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of what had brought them here pressing down on both of them. Olivia broke the silence first, her voice barely above a whisper. “I—I didn’t know.” She choked on the words, shaking her head as fresh tears welled in her eyes. “I didn’t know what my mother was capable of. I swear to you, Flora, I didn’t know any of it.” Flora stood still, absorbing Olivia’s words. She wanted to believe her. Desperately. But the betrayal of the past day,
The buzzing of Flora’s phone startled her out of her thoughts. It was Olivia. The message read:“Can you meet me in thirty minutes? There's a small 24-hour supermarket called "Pinegrove Market" not far from the estate. I’ll be there. Please, Flora, I really need to talk.”Flora’s pulse quickened as she read the message. Thirty minutes? She glanced at the clock. It was late, and while her body still ached with exhaustion, the urgency in Olivia’s words cut through any hesitation. Something in her gut told her this couldn’t wait. Without overthinking it, she typed a quick reply:“I’ll be there.”She stood up from the couch, assessing her loose pants and short-sleeved top. They would have to do for such an impromptu meeting. She padded quietly upstairs, not wanting to disturb the peaceful quiet of Damien’s home. He was fast asleep, one arm draped over his eyes, his breathing steady and calm. Flora felt a pang of guilt for slipping out, but she had to do this. Bending dow
Just as the words left Eva’s mouth, the kitchen door opened, and Damien stepped inside. He looked at Flora, his gaze soft and warm, and without a word, he crossed the room and kissed her gently on the temple. “Eva’s already started drafting the court papers,” he said, finishing Eva’s sentence. His voice was calm, matter-of-fact, as though they were discussing something far less monumental.Flora blinked, still processing everything. “Has Alice made a move since we left the estate?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady.Damien shook his head. “No,” he replied. “I think she knows this is the end for her.”The weight of his words settled over the room, and for a moment, there was nothing but the soft sound of the stew bubbling on the stove and Whiskerton’s contented purring. Flora exhaled slowly, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over her.That night, after dinner had been cleared away and Catarina and Eva had gone off to bed, Flora sat alone on the couch in t
Flora blinked, her eyes stinging with fresh tears. She knew who had orchestrated this—who had called Catarina and Eva, who had made sure that when Flora woke up, she wouldn’t be alone. It had to be Damien. He had seen how close she was to breaking, how much she needed the people around her now. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Flora looked between Catarina and Eva, her lips trembling with a bittersweet smile. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for coming.” Catarina patted her cheek affectionately. “You’re stuck with us now,” she said with a soft almost motherly smile, before turning back to the stove to finish serving the stew. “Now, sit down and eat before you collapse. I made your favorite.” Flora’s stomach growled again in response, and she let out a soft laugh. Their presence, combined with the savory aroma of the stew, filled the room with a sense of comfort that Flora hadn’t realised she'd been craving .