TIMOTHY POV Timothy couldn't shake the weight of his conversation with Josh from his mind as he walked into the hockey arena. The revelation that Bruce had been blackmailing him had shaken him to the core, and it was a burden he couldn't carry alone. But as he laced up his skates and prepared for a
My heart raced like a runaway train as I stood outside the discreet hotel room, fear and determination churning within me like a stormy sea. This was it—the culmination of months of careful planning and nerve-wracking risks. I took a deep breath, adjusting the recorder taped to my thigh, its weight
"No more games, Evie," he hissed, his breath hot against my skin. I struggled against his grip, my heart racing as I tried to wriggle free. "Let go of me, Bruce!" I howled. His laughter was chilling, a sound that echoed with the darkness that resided within him. "You think you can just walk away f
Timothy stepped out of the car, his face a canvas of guilt and disbelief. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, all the words we couldn't say hung in the air between us. Suddenly, he came rushing toward me, wrapping me in a hug that felt all to comforting. Trapped in his warm hold, I could barely c
I wanted to dismiss Timothy from my life after all this, but why did that feel so wrong? The interrogation room was stark and cold, the harsh fluorescent lights casting an unforgiving glare on everything. I sat there, the weight of the events that had unfolded hanging heavy around me. The officers
In the days that followed, I made a conscious effort to regain my sense of agency. I threw myself into my work, channeling my frustration into every task I tackled. Aria and Lucas were by my side, offering unwavering support as I navigated the aftermath of the revelations. Bruce was still in the ho
My plan was going surprisingly well. I guess good makeup and a dress was bound to draw an audience. As I slid into the seat beside him, the man leaned in and chuckled. “Can I buy you a drink?" I returned his smile, my confidence growing with each step. "Sure, why not?" As he ordered our drinks, I
He looped his arms beneath my thighs and hoisted me up, latching back onto my lips as he carried me to the bed. As I flopped onto the lumpy mattress, I looked into his eyes, searching for something—an answer, a sign. But all I found was my own uncertainty reflected back at me. And then, just as the