I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, the weight of the past bearing down upon me like a burden too heavy to bear. "She always seemed more like… a confidant, or an acquaintance," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. Lucas's brow furrowed in confusion as he processed my words. "What do you m
As I stood in the dimly lit living room, the weight of Andy's words bore down on me like a leaden cloak. The air felt charged with tension, crackling with unspoken accusations and unanswered questions. Andy's face was drawn, his eyes clouded with worry, and the creases on his forehead deepened as he
As I stood in the dimly lit living room, the weight of Andy's words bore down on me like a leaden cloak. The air felt charged with tension, crackling with unspoken accusations and unanswered questions. Andy's face was drawn, his eyes clouded with worry, and the creases on his forehead deepened as he
TIMOTHY POV Timothy sat alone in his cramped cell, the dull gray walls closing in around him like a vice. His mind raced with thoughts of his impending court appearance, the uncertainty of his future weighing heavily on his shoulders. But as the hours ticked by, a glimmer of hope pierced through t
He wouldn’t blame her if she decided to save face and not show up. His reputation was screwed up enough. He didn’t want her going down too. As the minutes stretched into hours, the weight of uncertainty settled over him like a heavy blanket, smothering his hopes with each passing moment. Outside
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the tarmac as we arrived at Andy's private hangar. My heart hammered in my chest as I followed him, my footsteps echoing in the empty space. Doubt gnawed at the edges of my resolve, a voice whispering in the back of my mind, questioning
The plane's descent feels like a plunge into the unknown abyss, a journey into darkness with no guarantee of survival. Beside me, Timothy’s hands gripped the armrests, his knuckles white with tension. We exchanged a glance, silent communication passing between us like a coded message in a war zone.
Timothy's gaze softened, a sigh escaping his lips as he relented. "There's no point in stopping you," he conceded, his tone tinged with resignation. "But let's try to be tactful about it." With a nod of agreement, I led the way, my heart pounding in my chest as we made our way to the penthouse sui