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I sat in my car, staring at Eloise’s house, watching the curtain move with the wind. I’d been doing this for two weeks now, waiting, wondering."Are you telling me the CCTV was broken that night?! Did you even check it properly?!" I snapped, gripping my phone tightly.I could hear the person on the other end try to explain. "The footage is corrupted, Mr. Dawson. We've tried everything, but it’s not recoverable."I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "There has to be something you missed. I need answers! I need to know what happened that night!"Another long pause. "We’ll keep looking, but I’m telling you, there’s nothing left…"I gritted my teeth, the anger boiling inside me. "You better find a way! I’m not giving up on this!"I hung up, my mind still racing.I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, frustration taking over. "What the hell, Elijah? Get it together," I muttered to myself, but it didn't help. No matter how hard I tried to piece things together, it was like e

I sat across from the CEO of the hotel, the air between us heavy with tension. He was trying to maintain composure, but I could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Good. He should be nervous. "I’ll ask you one last time," I said, my voice cold and deliberate. "Where is the CCTV footage from that night?" The man fidgeted in his seat, his hands clasped tightly together. "Mr. Dawson, as I explained before, the footage from that evening was corrupted. Our team tried to recover it, but it was—" "Spare me the excuses." I leaned forward, my glare cutting through him. "You expect me to believe that the CCTV conveniently stopped working on the night of the company’s event? Do you think I’m stupid?" "Of course not, Mr. Dawson," he stammered, his voice trembling. "But I assure you, we did everything we could—" "You didn’t do enough." My tone was sharp, each word slicing through his weak defenses. "Either someone tampered with it, or you’re covering something up. Which is it

After that chaos, I found myself sitting on the plush leather couch in Elijah's penthouse. The city lights twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow on the sleek and modern interior.It's been months since that last time I went here. Elijah paced back and forth near the window, his hands raking through his disheveled hair. He was still shaking, his movements stiff, as if the adrenaline from earlier hadn’t worn off. He hadn’t spoken much since we got here, just murmured something about needing me to stay with him tonight.I wanted to ask him why—why he was so adamant about not letting me go home, why he looked so broken, why his voice cracked every time he said my name—but I held back. Today wasn’t the right time. Not when he looked like this.“Elijah,” I finally said, my voice soft but steady. “You don’t have to keep pacing. I’m fine. I wasn’t in the car when it happened.”He froze mid-step, his back turned to me. For a moment, I thought he didn’t hear me, bu

I knew this was exactly how they’d react.With a heavy sigh, I slammed myself onto the sofa, crossing my arms as I watched the two of them bicker like kids fighting over a toy.“This is ridiculous,” Elijah snapped, his hands flying up in frustration. “How is living together even a solution?!”“Exactly! I don’t want to live with you either,” Noel fired back, pointing a finger at Elijah. “And I sure as hell don’t trust you to be around Eloise 24/7.”I rolled my eyes, my patience hanging by a thread. “Are you two done?” I said, my tone sharp enough to cut through their shouting.They both turned to me, momentarily stunned into silence.“Good,” I continued before either of them could start up again. “Because this isn’t about either of you. This is about the baby, and if you can’t set aside your egos, then maybe I’ll just raise this child on my own.”Elijah’s jaw tightened, his gaze flicking to the floor. Noel crossed his arms, but I noticed a flicker of guilt pass across his face.I leane

Every morning for the past few weeks, my day started the same way—puking my guts out in the bathroom. It wasn’t exactly how I envisioned pregnancy would be, but here I was, head over the toilet bowl, with my hair tied messily, praying for it to be over.As I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes wandered to my stomach. The small bump was starting to show, barely noticeable to anyone else, but to me, it was glaringly obvious. I looked...bloated, as if I had one too many meals at a buffet.I sighed, pulling down my shirt and walking out of the bathroom. The sight of Noel and Elijah already in the living room greeted me—like they always were. This weird cohabitation arrangement still felt strange, but at least they weren’t trying to kill each other. Well, not openly.“You two,” I called out as I passed by. “What’s for breakfast? Your baby’s hungry.”His head snapped up from his laptop, his brow furrowing. “My baby,” he corrected, standing up quickly. “And don’t worry