The next morning, I woke to an empty bed. Mason had already left for work, but the faint scent of his cologne lingered on the pillow beside me. It was a small comfort, though it did little to ease the unease stirring in my chest. The messages had stopped for now, but the silence felt more ominous than reassuring. Whoever was behind them had wanted me to find the connection to Sandra’s brother, and they’d succeeded. The next question was why and what they wanted from me. I forced myself out of bed, showered, and headed to campus. The routine of classes and tutoring was a welcome distraction, but even as I sat in the lecture hall, scribbling notes, my mind wandered back to Mason. To Sandra. To Charles. By the time I left campus, the sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the streets. I pulled my coat tighter around me, quickening my pace. The feeling of being watched was hard to shake, though every time I glanced over my shoulder, the streets were empty. W
THIRD PERSON POVMason stood stunned, unable to process the video sent to him. His colleague, Daniel, looked up at him, and asked. “Detective Smith, Is everything okay?” No reply. The detective looked up to other people in their office, a questioning look on his face, and they shrugged. “Detective Smith? Can you hear me?” He called again, reaching out to him. “Sorry. What were you saying?” Mason replied, coming back to earth. “Are you okay?” He asked. Mason dragged him out then showed him the video on his phone. “The Fuck?” Daniel exclaimed. “Who sent you this?”“I don't know. It's encrypted.” Mason sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “There was a witness.” “Yes, but it's been almost three years. Why is the witness sending this now?” “And it was sent to me, of all people. I didn't know how he died even though I was the reason he died. And I'm the detective.” “I am a detective too. Anyways, It's too soon to beat ourselves up over this.” “What do you mean?” Mason ask
The kiss lingered, a silent promise exchanged between us, as if words could never fully encapsulate the depth of our connection. When we finally pulled apart, Mason rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, savoring the moment."I don't know what I'd do without you," he admitted, his voice barely audible.I smiled softly, brushing my fingers through his hair. "You won't have to find out. Whatever comes, we'll handle it together."Mason nodded, his resolve hardening. He wasn't just fighting for himself anymore, he was fighting for them. The past had clawed its way back, but he would face it head-on."Tomorrow," Mason said, his voice steady now, "I’ll go back to Amador. There’s more to uncover, and I need to talk to a few more people. But for now, I need you." He growled out, carrying me to his room, and placing me gently on his bed. He moved his right hand in between my thighs, his other hand gripping me tightly. With his hand, he felt my pussy up from my panties. “You are w
Happiness POV My body trembled at the sound of his voice, but soon at the intrusion of his cock in my pussy. I cried out knowing Mason was right about his statement, because that could be his only goal. My mouth opened in pleasurable screams as he rammed his thick cock in and out of me. “Ah. Fuck me, daddy.” “Ugh,” he grunted, as he hastened his thrusts tugging on my hair harder. The pain plus the pleasure momentarily blinded me. “Oh daddy, please.” I was shivering from his cock. He didn't relent. “This feels so good daddy. I'm… gonna cum, daddy.” “I know, cum for me.” He said in between clenched teeth. “Cum for daddy. Daddy's little whore.” His dirty words sent me off the edge, and I came with a hard deep thrust. I screamed my lungs out, my fingers scratching badly at his back as I climaxed violently on his cock. For how long I was cumming, I had no idea. But I did know when he pulled his cock out of my pussy, and placed my still quivering body on the bed gently. I curled inst
THIRD PERSON POV It had taken Happiness nearly an entire day to recover after her night with Mason. Her legs were unsteady as they've never been before, but then she haven't had sex like this before. After their routine and breakfast, they went back to bed to cuddle, later in the afternoon. The room fell silent, the weight of yesterday's conversation coming back at once, settling between them. Mason glanced at Happiness, her expression steadfast despite the fear flickering in her eyes. He wished he could take away her worries, but the truth was, they were both now entangled in this mystery."Do you think this has anything to do with your parents?" Happiness asked quietly, breaking the silence.Mason's jaw tightened. His parents' influence had protected him in the past, but it had also painted a target on his back. "I wouldn’t put it past someone to use this to get at them or at me. But right now, I don’t have enough to go on."Happiness frowned. "Then what’s your next step?""I’ll h
Mason’s entire body went rigid, a cold sweat breaking out as the weight of the threat bore down on him. He replayed the video, his hands trembling. The distorted voice echoed in his ears, each word laced with venom.Happiness stepped closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “Mason… what is it?”He turned the phone toward her, his jaw tight as she watched the video. Her face went pale, her hands covering her mouth as she gasped. “That’s me… but I’m right here. How-?”“It’s a threat,” Mason interrupted, his voice sharp. “They’re trying to scare us, but we can’t let them win.”Happiness shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “What if they’re serious? What if they’re planning to take me?”“They won’t.” Mason’s voice was resolute. He grabbed her hands, his grip firm but comforting. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Happiness. I swear.”She nodded, though fear still flickered in her gaze. “What do we do now? We can’t just sit here and wait.”Mason’s mind raced as he formulated a p
THIRD PERSON POV Mason's voice rang out, cutting through the oppressive silence. “If you wanted revenge, you’d have done it by now. Why go through all this trouble? What’s your real endgame?”The voice laughed, the sound hollow and mechanical. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t about you, Detective. You’re just the pawn. She’s the queen. And by the time you figure out why, it’ll be too late.”The light above him flickered again, and a second later, a loud thunk echoed through the space. Mason spun toward the sound, his gun raised. A steel door slammed shut behind him, sealing him inside.“Dammit,” he muttered under his breath. His pulse quickened as he scanned the room, looking for anything out of place. A camera, a hidden assailant, an escape route. Anything.The voice returned, this time closer, clearer. “Twelve hours, Detective. That’s all you’ve got. But you won’t make it out of here alive if you don’t start playing by the rules.”“What rules?” Mason demanded, his eyes narrowi
THIRD PERSON POV He quickened his pace, stopping in front of a heavy steel door. A keypad blinked beside it, demanding another code.His phone buzzed again. Another message from the unknown number: “Final test. Solve this, or she dies.”Attached was a riddle:“I’m taken from a mine, and shut inside a wooden case, from which I am never released. What am I?”Mason’s mind raced. The captors were toying with him, but he didn’t have time to waste. He focused on the riddle, breaking it down.Taken from a mine… shut inside a wooden case… never released…“Pencil,” he muttered. Graphite was mined, encased in wood, and never removed.He typed 736245—the corresponding numbers for the letters P-E-N-C-I-L.The keypad beeped, and the lock clicked. Mason shoved the door open, his gun raised as he stepped inside.The room was dark, save for a single spotlight illuminating Happiness. She was tied to a chair, her head snapping up as the door opened. Relief flashed across her face when she saw him.“Ma
Mason’s POVPeter narrowed his eyes. “Love?” He scoffed. “Love is easy to say, Mason. But it doesn’t pay bills. It doesn’t build a stable future.”I nodded, unfazed. “You’re right. Love alone isn’t enough. But commitment, effort, and respect? That’s what matters.”His jaw tightened. “And you think you can give her that?”“I know I can.”Silence stretched between us.Then, he leaned forward, voice low. “Tell me, Mason. Where do you see yourself with her in five years?”I didn’t hesitate. “Married, or about to.”Happiness sucked in a sharp breath beside me. I felt her grip on my hand tighten, but I didn’t look away from her father.Peter’s gaze flickered, just for a second. He wasn't expecting my answer.His fingers drummed against his arm. “And kids? A family?”“When she’s ready.”His eyes narrowed. “So, you’d wait?”“For as long as it takes.”His wife let out a soft sigh. I could tell she was beginning to waver. Peter, however, wasn’t done yet.“You’re a detective, Mason.” His tone tu
Happiness POV I had just stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around me, when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I wiped my hands hastily before picking it up.Mom.My stomach twisted. Mom doesn't call me directly, she prefers to send texts or let Dad handle any serious conversations.Something was wrong.Bracing myself, I answered. “ Hi Mom?”Her voice was clipped, controlled. Too controlled. “Happiness, you need to come home.”I froze, gripping the towel tighter. “What? Why? Is everyone okay?”“Yes. Your Dad and I need to speak with you. In person.”A cold chill spread through me. They knew. They had found out about my relationship.I forced a weak chuckle. “Mom, I have classes to…”“This is more important than your classes.”My heart sank. Mom never interrupted my education, no matter how upset she was. If she was doing it now, whatever they had learned was serious.I swallowed hard. “Did… did something happen?”There was a pause. Then, “We’ll talk when you get here.” The f
Happiness POV The rest of the day passed in a blur. I stayed in my apartment, trying to distract myself with schoolwork, but my mind kept drifting back to my conversation with Mason. And Uncle Max. And the growing weight of keeping this secret.By evening, I still felt restless. I needed air.Pulling on a jacket, I grabbed my phone and stepped outside. The cool breeze hit my face as I walked down the quiet street, my hands buried in my pockets.Maybe I was overthinking everything.Maybe Uncle Max’s question about Mason had been casual.But deep down, I knew better.I turned a corner, heading toward the small café near campus. I didn’t plan on staying long, just needed enough time to clear my head.But as I pushed open the door, my breath caught in my throat.Sitting at a corner table, talking in hushed voices, were Uncle Max and Mason.My stomach dropped.I barely managed to step back before they could see me. My heart pounded as I pressed against the wall outside, peeking through th
Happiness POV I was half asleep when my phone started buzzing. Groaning, I fumbled for it, squinting at the bright screen.Uncle Max.My heart stuttered. Why was he calling me this early?A knot tightened in my stomach as I hesitated before answering. “Hello?”“Happiness.” Uncle Max’s voice was calm, but I could hear the undertone of something else. Something that made my nerves spike. “Are you home?”I sat up immediately, my sleepiness vanishing. “Yeah… why?”“There’s something we need to talk about, and It'll be better if we see. The Edisson's Home, right?”I clutched the phone tighter. “Yes. What is it about?”A pause. “Just be ready.”The call ended before I could ask anything else.I stared at my phone, my pulse hammering.Uncle Max never called unannounced. And the way he’d spoken… like he was preparing for something difficult.Panic clawed at my chest.Did he know?Had Dad called him? Had he already figured it out?Throwing off the blanket, I rushed to my room, pulling on a fr
Happiness's POVThe door clicked shut behind my parents, and I finally let out the breath I was been holding. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to stay upright until I heard the sound of their cab driving away.Only after then did I sink onto my couch, burying my face in my hands.That was too close.Dad’s suspicion was growing, and Mom wasn’t fooled either. She wasn’t pushing now, and it was only because she was waiting for me to come to her on my own.But I can't do that.Not now.I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to refocus. I needed to be careful, to make sure they didn’t dig any deeper.A sharp knock at the door made me startled.My pulse quickened. I wasn’t expecting anyone.I hesitated before standing up and making my way to the door. Peering through the peephole, I felt my stomach drop.Mason.I hesitated before unlocking the door and pulling it open just enough to see him. “What are you doing here?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied me, his sharp eyes scann
Chapter 50Happiness's POV I forced a smile, though my palms were already sweating. “Dad, would you believe me if I said this is all just a misunderstanding?”Dad crossed his arms. “Try me.”Mom, ever the peacemaker, glanced between us and sighed. “Darling, maybe we should continue this conversation when we get back.”“No,” Dad interrupted, his eyes locked on me. “I want an explanation now.”“Peter,” Mom called her face stern, and her voice was soothing. “We already attracted an audience.” I glanced around, and noticed that people are looking at us already. Dad does too, and he sighed. He went back to our table, packed his belongings and left. Mom followed him, but not before throwing me a “fix this” look. I swallowed hard, and tottered behind them. Dad already flagged down a cab when I got out. Mom got in after him, leaving the space beside the driver empty. I got in, and glanced at my Dad, but he wasn't even looking at me. Mom looked at me pitifully, but didn't say anything.I
Chapter 49Happiness's POV I looked at Drake as he jogged happily towards us, unaware of the dark thoughts running through my Dad's mind. Do I pity him? Yes. We haven't had a conversation in a while now, considering I've not been in school. I just hope he doesn't spill that fact. His steps faltered when he got closer, and noticed I wasn't alone. He continued towards us. “He's handsome.” Mom muttered, and recivedd a hot glare from Dad. She shrugged, then smiled innocently before going back to her food. “Hello Happiness.” Drake said. “Good day sir, Good day ma'am.” He greeted my parents. Dad was still glaring at him so he didn't get a reply. “Hello dear,” Mom said sweetly, like her husband wasn't glaring at the poor boy. “And who might you be?” “My name is Drake ma'am. I am happiness's course mate and friend.” Drake replied cheekily, unaware that Dad is plotting how deep his grave would be. I snickered at that thought, and that brought their attention to me. “Honey, won't you
Happiness's POV I immediately pulled away from him. My eyes widened as I stared at the door of the room, my mind an array of jumbled mess. Oh my God. Are they here already?I snapped my head around, having a panic attack. They can't see him here. We're going to be dead. How am I going to hide him?I glanced at Mason, who seemed frozen, his eyes blinked rapidly as he tried to process what we heard. I ran to the door, and checked through the peephole, my hands trembling as panic consumed me.Is that Emma? I clicked the door open before I realized I'm not with clothes, and went back to dress. Thankfully, Mason has gotten over the shock, and got up to meet me. “Are they here?” He asked, taking a deep breath as if preparing himself for what to come. “It's Emma.” I replied. “Emma? I thought they'd left.” “My thoughts exactly. Let me see why she's here.” I moved back to the door and opened the door for her. “Emma? Did you forget something?” I queried baffled. “No, I didn't. I met so
Happiness's POV I glanced at Mason, who has the same shock written on his face. He seemed to be at a loss for words. “What am I going to do?” I muttered shakily as I dialed my Dad's number. “Pick up Dad. Please.” I waited for him to pick the call, but the line went dead. I tried again but it's switched off. I dialed mom's number, but it turns out her phone is dead too. Happy, they're probably on the plane already. “Happiness,” Mason's voice snapped me out of my panic mode. He shot me a firm look, telling me to calm down despite this chaos. I have to be calm to think , else we wouldn't leave this mess. I nodded at him, and he strode towards me hugging me tightly. “We've got this.” He whispered determinedly. We drove back to my apartment, with my belongings. Thankfully, I didn't pack all of my stuff when I came to Mason's place. I had always wanted to come back, but the plan always flopped. I'm grateful for it now though, because it'll make this believable. Mom and Dad would b