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A sigh escaped Lucas’ lips as he stood outside Ivan’s bedroom door, his hand resting on the polished doorframe. Soft blur lights illuminated the space, giving off a dreamlike vibe. Inside, Ivan lay curled up into a ball on his bed, his eyes shut rather too tightly for someone sleeping. It’d been four days now, and he still wouldn't talk to him. Phoebe had initially suggested he stay away for a while while she and Marcy talked to him but it seemed the little man had already made up his mind and remained unmoved, no matter what they said to him. Earlier that day, she’d finally given him her consent to talk to him. A painful pang hit his chest and he pulled himself into the room, taking deep breaths to pacify himself. Many times in the past, he’d thought and feared about this day, the day when Ivan would begin to ask questions. But he’d never imagined it to be done so soon. A frown marred his face as his thoughts drifted to his mother with him realizing that she was the one who had

Trevor’s nose picked up the scent of onions and seasoned stew as soon as he walked into the house. The door was left open just like always.“Hi Mom,” Trevor called out, even when he was sure she’d heard his car drive into the compound. “I’m in the kitchen,” Mrs. Maddox shot back from a distance, her voice echoing slightly.Nostalgia hit him as he dragged his feet through the familiar route to their kitchen, his heart tugging weirdly. Even though he hadn't wanted to visit her, he couldn't deny that he had missed her so much. They had been close and that was why it hurt him so much to know that his mother would rather fight for Mary even after he’d proven to her on countless occasions what kind of woman she was. When Trevor reached the kitchen, he found her standing beside the stove with a red apron tied around her waist. She looked up, gave him a tight-lipped smile, and immediately turned back to the pot. The scent of onions grew stronger, his brows jamming together. When was the la

“Trevor, It's Marcy. Listen…I don't have much time. You have to prepare yourself for the meeting. Three days from today,” Marcy’s electronic voice echoed through the room as soon as he picked up. Dropping the glass of scotch on the table, Trevor steadied the phone on his ear as he adjusted on his bed. His brows furrowed, the sharp edge of something ugly crawling into his expression. Was she being serious right now? He wondered inwardly as his face contorted more. Anger boiled within him and he shut his eyes, taking deep breaths to reduce how his chest tightened. It’d been a week since they’d decided to hire Liam to aid them in soiling Lucas’s and Phoebe’s marriage but all that while, Trevor hadn't heard anything from either her or Mrs. Cory. He’d tried their numbers to no avail and no day passed by without him thinking of a thousand things that must have gone wrong. More than a dozen times, he’d made mental notes to travel back to New York to see things for himself but he’d never

Time ticked between them and for a few minutes, Phoebe’s breath seized, her heart tightening and sending unbearable pain down her spine. Her weight suddenly felt too heavy for her legs to carry but somehow, she managed to face him, forcing a smile on her face. “Hey sweetie. You should be in bed by now,” She said, tucking a strand of her hair in place as she approached him. Ivan remained rooted in his position, his gaze fixed intently at Lucas while a frown marred his features. His eyes flicked to her, a lone tear gliding down his cheeks.Lucas sighed, running a hand through his now tousled hair as he approached the toddler but then, Ivan moved away, his hand grasping thin air instead. “Why were you shouting at my Mommy,” he asked a second time, glaring at Lucas. Tears brewed within him as his voice became unsteady, sounding both cracked and firm_protective. Her eyes met with Lucas and for a long time, neither of them said a word. Releasing a sigh, he crouched down in front of the

Phoebe squinted her eyes as she walked towards him and slowly, a smile formed on her lips as recognition hit her. “Wait…you’re the guy from the store. My fan who….” “Bumped into you and almost un_alived you,” Liam interrupted, smiling awkwardly. “Yeah, that guy.” She laughed, her eyes darting towards the car to see there was no real damage, just a scratch. But then, a small crease tainted her features. “Just like I almost did now.” “We’ll both live. It’s nothing serious. “Looks like your car loves mine so much,” he added, laughing at his own jokes as he pushed his hair away from his face. She chuckled. A minute passed between them as Phoebe took in his appearance. His hair, unlike the last time she saw him was tousled like he’d ran a hand through it countless times, giving off a causal vibe. He was also dressed in a plain white T shirt and tailored black slacks. Does he know about the picture? She wondered as she parted her lips, wanting to ask but no words came out. On sec

The door opened before his hands could reach it, revealing Stella, the maid who his mother had sent to drug Phoebe. She wore her usual navy blue uniform, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. As soon as her eyes landed on him, they lit up with recognition and something close to guilt. “Mr. Lucas_”Lucas brushed past her without saying any word. He felt her eyes drill holes in his back but he kept on walking, the hallway quieter than he could remember. The echos of his step filled the hall like a voice too loud in a cave. The parlour door was open and his eyes caught his mother’s figure seated on her favorite one sitter, a book open in her lap, but she wasn’t reading it. Her blue orbs had already locked his. “Lucas,” She called, her eyes sparkling with an emotion he couldn’t explain. “Mom.”For a minute or two, none of them spoke as the sounds of maids working in the kitchen broke the silence. Lucas exhaled a breath as he walked slowly across the room, stopping by the fram