ARIANA My eyes fluttered open slowly, the world around me swimming into focus with disorienting slowness. Everything was blurry at first—a haze of light and shadow that made no sense. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog from my vision. As the room finally came into view, my heart sank.The space was unfamiliar, clean, and expensive-looking—like a hospital room, but not quite. The walls were a soft cream colour, adorned with minimalist artwork, and the furniture was modern and sleek. A faint smell of antiseptic lingered in the air, making my nose wrinkle in discomfort. The muted beeping of machines filled the quiet room, each sound a jarring reminder of where I was. A sense of dread began to claw its way up from the pit of my stomach, making my heart beat erratically. The events leading up to this moment began to flood back, one after another, like a terrible montage playing in my mind. The pain, the blood… the realisation hit me with brutal force. I slowly moved my shaking
ARIANA I stared at Mathew, my mind spinning as I tried to process his words. “Wait,” I said, cutting him off, my voice laced with disbelief, “who did you say brought you here?”Mathew looked at me with a calm, steady gaze, his eyes filled with concern. “Your husband,” he repeated gently, as if saying my husband would somehow make it more believable.I blinked, my heart skipping a beat. Grayson? The same man who hadn’t bothered to show his face in four days? The same man who left me alone, broken, and grieving? Why would he do that? It didn’t make sense. Nothing about this made sense.“Grayson did?” I asked again, my voice a mere whisper as I tried to make sense of it all. The idea that Grayson had reached out to my brothers—that he had thought of me, of my need for my family—felt like a cruel twist of fate. It clashed violently with the image of him I had held onto, the cold, detached man who seemed to care for nothing but his own needs.Mathew nodded, his grip on my hand tightening
GRAYSON I cracked my eyes open, my head pounding like a drum. Through the blur, I saw the door creak open and caught a glimpse of Ariana’s face. Her eyes widened in shock before she quickly shut the door, disappearing from view. Damn it. My head felt like it was about to split in two, the hangover, a brutal reminder of last night's excesses.I groaned, forcing my eyes open fully. The dull light in the room did nothing to help the pounding in my skull. I glanced down at the woman beside me—the one I'd dragged back from the club. Her bleached hair was tangled across the pillow, her makeup smudged and smeared. I felt a wave of irritation wash over me. I didn’t even remember her name, and I sure as hell wasn’t in the mood for this.“Get dressed and get lost,” I muttered, my voice gravelly and harsh. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her upright, ignoring her soft whimper of pain. My patience was thinner than a razor’s edge. I needed her gone. Now.I reached for my pants on the f
GRAYSON As I stared at the video, my emotions tangled in a mess I couldn't unravel. My thumb hovered over the screen, ready to close it and shove the feelings back into the box where they belonged. But before I could, a notification banner appeared at the top of the screen.Lord Andre: Why didn’t you tell me your wife had a miscarriage?My heart stopped, then kicked into overdrive, thudding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My grip on the phone tightened, my knuckles going white. How the hell did he know? I made sure that everything that happened inside my house stayed there. I’d made damn sure of it. Without thinking, I hurled the phone across the room. It hit the glass window with a sharp crack, the sound echoing in the quiet office. The glass didn’t shatter, but a thin spiderweb of cracks spread across the surface, matching the fractured chaos inside my mind.I leaned back in my chair, trying to steady my breathing, but the anger and confusion boiled inside me, refusing to se
GRAYSON Lord Andre’s face remained hard as stone, his eyes never leaving mine. He didn’t move, didn’t blink, just let the weight of his words sink in. The silence stretched between us like a taut rope, ready to snap. Without another word, I turned and walked out, not bothering to look back.As I stepped outside, the cool evening air hit me, but it did little to cool the fire raging inside me. My thoughts were a whirlwind of anger, confusion, and frustration, the photos still flashing in my mind like a bad dream.I barely noticed Deborah standing on the porch, her arms wrapped around herself as if shielding against the chill in the air. She shifted slightly as I approached, her arms crossed as if trying to hold herself together. As I passed her, she spoke, her voice tentative but laced with desperation. “Have you… have you heard anything about my husband?”I stopped in my tracks, my jaw clenching. Without turning to face her, I replied coldly, “I have no business with your husban
ARIANA I woke up to the warm weight of Grayson’s arm draped over me, his body wrapped around mine like a protective shield. My heart hammered in my chest, the rapid thudding echoing in my ears as I took in the situation. I could feel his steady breaths against the back of my neck, each exhale sending shivers down my spine. I shut my eyes tightly, willing my heart to stop its frantic race. The memories of last night came flooding back—his quiet request for me to stay, the vulnerability in his voice, the way he held me without a word, just needing my presence. And now, here we were, entangled in a way that felt both terrifying and…comforting.I swallowed hard, carefully prying myself from his hold. My movements were slow and deliberate, every inch I gained feeling like I was tiptoeing around a lion. I finally freed myself and sat up on the edge of the bed, but as I moved, my gaze fell on his face, and my breath caught in my throat.He was still asleep, his face softened in slumber, so
ARIANA I sat at the dining table, absentmindedly stirring my spoon through the bowl of oatmeal in front of me. The sounds of clinking utensils and quiet chatter filled the room, but my mind was elsewhere. Every few minutes, my eyes would dart toward the door, scanning the hallway for any sign of Grayson. But he never appeared.Why was I waiting for him? The question kept gnawing at me, yet I had no answer. Maybe it was because of what he’d said earlier. Maybe I just needed to see him to understand if he really meant it—if he was truly ready to let me go.I chewed on my bottom lip, the taste of breakfast completely lost on me. Across the table, Matthew was happily shovelling food into his mouth, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing inside me. I didn’t know how he could be so carefree, especially after barging into Grayson’s room earlier, like a bull in a china shop."You gonna eat that or just stare at it?" he mumbled through a mouthful of toast, raising an eyebrow as he motioned t
ARIANA I stood frozen for what felt like hours, my mind spinning as I tried to process everything the old woman had just said. My cheek still stung from her slap, but the pain was drowned out by the flood of questions crashing through my thoughts. I straightened up, my fingers trembling as they brushed against my cheek one last time. Then I took a steadying breath, squared my shoulders, and made my way out. As I walked down the corridor towards the foyer, I stopped in my tracks, a sudden thought crashing into me like a wave. The cameras. Grayson had cameras in almost every corner of this house. Could he have seen or heard what just happened earlier? I looked up, scanning the ceiling for the usual glint of the small black cameras that dotted every corner of the mansion. My heart sank.There were none.Why are there no cameras here? I murmured under my breath. My eyes swept the hallway again. It didn’t make sense. Every hallway, every room seemed to have surveillance, yet this o