LORA My phone rang just when I was going to get the house's layout. I hurried into my room to take it. Anton was calling, and I had a pretty good idea why. "Well, this is quite a surprise," I drawled when I picked up the call. "Hello again, Lora," he said quietly. "The real surprise is you turning up at Damian's... again. I thought you were finally out of his life after the last time." "I'm not trying to come back into his life. I told you, my boyfriend-" "Oh, come off it, Lora. Let's not rehash that story. Look, I think it's best that you leave Damian's house. Stay in a hotel like he suggested. Trust me, it's going to be awkward living in the same house with his wife-" I fell back on the comfortable bed. If only Anton knew that he was wasting his time! I fought to keep the smile out of my voice as I said, "His wife was the one who said I could stay. So, I'm staying." "She obviously didn't know what she was-" "And when she said I could stay, Damian didn't put up a
AMELIA I heard voices, hushed voices, as I approached the indoor pool. One clearly was Lora's, and the other was... Damian's. I rounded the corner and blinked at the sight that met my eyes. A naked Lora had her hands on Damian's shoulders. Her clothes were pooled on the floor close to her feet. She was talking to him in low whispers, but what she was trying to talk him into was very clear. I couldn't tell if Damian was responding to her sexual overtures. Lora's body blocked him from my view. I must have made a sound because their heads whipped towards me at the same time. Lora gave a small scream and dived for her clothes. "Um- sorry," I mumbled, but I didn't think either of them had heard me. Lora had taken a couple of steps forward and seemed to realize it would be ridiculous to run into the house stark naked, so she settled for quickly getting dressed. I met Damian's eyes. He had an odd expression like he was expecting me to do something. But what? I turned away, wa
AMELIA My first impression of Petra was that she was a charming, glamorous, middle-aged woman, but then, when one really looked at her, I could see that her beauty was somewhat marred by the fact that she was perpetually wearing a sneer. It looked like she had some dirt under her nose and was trying to escape the smell. She was impeccably dressed, almost to the point of garishness. Her low-backed sequinned gown belonged more to a glamorous dinner party. So did the fur stole she had wrapped around her shoulders, the pearl drop earrings, and the really high heels. She looked like she had stepped right out of the pages of a glossy fashion magazine. Her gaze immediately swivelled to Anton, who had muttered her name purely for my benefit, it seemed. "Yes, Anton. It's me," she said in a throaty voice. Anton visibly flushed. He had clearly not expected her to have heard him. Instantly, I was reminded of what Damian had said about Petra not being a woman to underestimate. I
AMELIA "She's sleeping in the second master's bedroom, the one you were sleeping in before," Damian said quietly as he shut the door of his bedroom quickly behind him as though afraid he would be overheard. The reality was that he was. We were all terrified of Petra and what she was up to. I didn't blame him. Lora and Petra in the house called up the image of a pair of hounds, hot on the scent. Petra had just insisted on being shown into her room, taking it for granted that she would be asked to spend the night here. Now, I would have to spend the night, and probably many nights after that, in Damian's room. The same thought seemed to have occurred to him because he looked very uncomfortable. He hurried into the bathroom and took a shower but was fully dressed in his pyjamas before he came out. I was already lying in bed before that, having previously locked the door. I honestly wouldn't put it past Petra or Lora to try to peer in on us to find out if Damian and I were cu
AMELIA It was a grey day, I thought as I fed the car more gas and accelerated. The clouds were grey. The sky was grey. If I were to describe my mood in one word, I would say it was grey. Hell! Even the car behind me was grey. Frowning, I sat up straighter and looked again at the car in my rearview mirror. It was a grey sedan. Hadn't I seen it behind me just as I drove out of the spa's parking lot? But there had to be hundreds and thousands of grey sedans in this big city. A moment later, my fingers tightened on the steering wheel, and I continued thinking about what had just happened. I should not have gone to the spa with that witch, Lora. The sneering way she had spoken of me... it made my blood boil. I wondered who was worse between her and Petra. I made a hard right at the next intersection and, without really thinking about what I was doing, glanced again in my rearview mirror. My heart leapt into my throat. The same grey sedan was still behind the car next to mine.
AMELIA While I walked to Damian's bedroom, I tried to remember where exactly I had kept the list of supplies for the bakery. Was it on the dressing table, the chest of drawers or... I stopped in my tracks. Sounds were coming from inside the bedroom. Had Damian come home already? That couldn't be. He wasn't due back for hours. Some hidden instinct made me tiptoe the last few paces to the door and gently push it open. I saw Petra rifling the drawers. She had already brought out some of its contents. She tugged at the last drawer, swore under her breath when she found it locked, and began to grope on the dressing table for the key. "What are you doing?" I asked quietly. Petra squeaked and nearly jumped a foot in the air. "Amelia!" she cried. "You scared me!" "No. You scared me. I almost thought you were a burglar." Petra flushed crimson. "But you didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?" She straightened slowly, caught sight of her hand and snatched it o
DAMIAN There was a nasty sort of silence after Petra's declaration. Amelia looked dreadful. She pressed her hands between her legs, probably to stop them from shaking. Petra looked around at everyone to take in the effects her words had caused. She looked exultant like Christmas had come early. "And how did you come by that information, Petra?" I finally asked. Petra splayed her fingers on the table and leaned forward. "What does it matter? That's not the point. The point is that now I know all about your dirty little secret. You must show a representative of the firm the contents of that box so they'll have all the proof they need to convict you as a bloody manipulator. You think you're so smart, huh? How does it feel to feel the rug pulled from under your feet? And you-" She pointed a finger at Amelia, who instantly shrank back. "-He's going to go down, and you're going down with him." She glowered at Harry. "Well, what the hell are we still doing here? Let's go, get the
AMELIA I was in shock. I hadn't seen what had just happened coming at all. I stole a glance at Damian, who was sitting on the phone, talking to a member of the firm that handled his uncle's will. With hardly a pause, he ended the call and called talking to Anton, filling him in on what had happened. We had taken an Uber to the house while Petra rode to the house with Harry. She had been shouting so much that Damian insisted on it. I was bursting with questions, but we got home all too soon. Ahead of us, Harry's car stopped in front of the house. Petra didn't wait for it to stop moving before she got out and stormed into the house, shouting and shaking her fists angrily. When I got closer, I noticed that Harry seemed more harassed-looking than before. He muttered something under his breath and shook his head at the front door through which Petra had just passed. I expected she had given him quite an earful during the short drive from the bank to the house. "Why are y