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Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, I stared down at the vibrant city lights glittering below , a glass of scotch in my hand. On any other night, I might have taken a moment to admire the restless city beneath but today was far from normal. I rubbed a hand over my chest but it did nothing to soothe the ache that was pressing down my chest ever since I said 'I do'. " I need to do this, for Anna," I muttered the mantra to my self. A sharp image of Valerie laughing at the wedding flashed through my mind and my hold on the glass tightened. In a blinding fit of rage, I hurled the glass against the wall. The glass shattered, and its contents trickled down the wall. A shard of glass spun off and grazed my wrist, leaving a thin red line. I barely flinched. The sting was nothing compared to the fire raging inside me. How dare she laugh after everything she's done. Anna wouldn't have died if not for her and she dared to laugh. "Laugh all you want, Valerie,â I muttered, voice low and bitter. "Letâs see if youâre still smiling when Iâm done with you." The door creaked open and Ian stepped in, sporting a stupid smile on his face. " Who the hell spend their wedding night mulling over at the office? I ignored him and his smile dropped. He fell quiet for a while when he noticed my melancholic state. " What happened? He asked as his eyes went to the shattered mess. " Nothing". I brushed him off and walked over to my desk . I will rather be alone now but Ian didn't seem to get the message. " Did you find anything?" I turned to him. "Or are you just here to bother me?" "Whoa, slow down." That stupid smile was back on his face. "I just came to congratulate my friend on his wedding," he said, grinning like a damn Cheshire cat. "Bullshit." I slid into my chair. "Youâre here to mock me." "Why would I dare?" " You think so little of me, Wellington." He placed a hand on his chest in mock offense, like my words hurt him but I knew better. He was here to remind me of the bet. " Since you have nothing to say to me, you can find your way out." I muttered picking up a folder from my desk. He was quiet for a while and I almost thought he left until his annoying voice cut through the silence. "Whatâs got your pants in a twist? Or rather⌠who?". He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively and I groaned in frustration. I leaned back into my chair and exhaled slowly. He was really testing my patience. "Careful, Ian," I said, my voice frighteningly low. "Youâre not nearly as funny as you think you are⌠and Iâm in no mood for your nonsense tonight." He pouted like a little kid. " Too bad, here I am, thinking I get to keep you company." " I guess I'm no longer needed." He shrugged, letting out a sigh. Ignoring him, I flipped through the papers on my desk. "Found anything suspicious on Valerie's father? I asked. " Changing the topic, I see." I gave him a death glare, daring him to say something stupid . Rolling his eyes,he huffed and continued. " I couldn't find anything on him." I slammed the folder shut and tugged at my hair in frustration. Who the hell was helping him clean his tracks that even Ian couldn't find anything on him. Valerie's father was a crook of a businessman and how he managed to amass great wealth was no wonder. I need to find his connection with my grandfather but there wasn't any lead. I had to blackmail Valerie into marriage because I knew she wasn't going to marry me to help me get my inheritance. She hates my gut and I wonder what she would do when she finds out I need her help more than she knows. " Wondering what Valerie would do when she finds out that the documents you blackmailed her into marrying you are all fake?" I froze. Slowly, I lifted my gaze from the desk. Ian stood in front of me, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face. "I should fire you," I muttered. "You should," he said casually, slumping into the couch at the corner like he owned the place. "But then who else is going to keep your dirty little secrets?" " Theyâre not fake," I said tightly. Ian raised a brow. "Arenât they?" I didnât answer. Because yes...technically, they were forged. Fabricated. But I had to do what I did to get what I wanted. "She doesnât need to know," I said finally. Ian tilted his head. "For now. But sheâs not stupid, Zach. You think youâve got her under control, but Valerie Hampton isnât a woman you can cage." " Iâm not trying to cage her," I snapped. He let out a low whistle. " Wow, talking about the Hamptons always put you in a foul mood." " I should do this more often," he said , throwing his legs over the couch. " It's fun." I glared at his dirty shoes on my couch but as always, Ian wasn't a bit bothered. " Lucky you, I have something that will cheer you up." My ears pecked up at that. Finally, something to salvage this ruined evening. He tossed a wrapped present at me and I caught it right before it hit my face. " What's this? I asked, staring at it suspiciously. " Open it." He urged, grinning. Hiding the slight tremor in my hands, I took a pen and tore the wrapper open. A groan escaped me when I saw what the present was. "You're really knocking at death's door ." " What the hell do I need this for? I asked holding up the box of condoms but the idiot was doubling over in laughter. "Youâre a married man now, Zach,â he said between gasps of laughter. âGotta be prepared!â " For what? I deadpanned. " To strangle her with it." He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and winked. I threw the box at him and he erupted in another fit of laughter. Just then, my phone buzzed. I swiped to answer and pressed it to my ear. " Speak! I ordered curtly. " I followed her as you requested, sir." Came the voice at the other end. " Good." I shot Ian a warning look when I noticed him trying to sneak out. " Anything else? " Sir...." The voice hesitated. " Go on." " She received an envelope right after you left but I couldn't see what was inside." My brows furrowed. âAn envelope?â âYes, sir. A little boy...couldnât be more than five...delivered it.â My jaw tightened. âSomeone surely sent him. Did you find out who?â âI questioned the kid. He said someone paid him to deliver it but didnât know who.â I glanced at Ian. His eyes were already locked on me, serious now. "Alright. Stay close and keep me updated on any suspicious activity." "Yes, sir. And⌠thereâs more. I noticed someone loitering nearby, a hooded figure. Definitely watching her.â I shot to my feet, startling Ian. âWhat?â My voice was sharp. âAnd youâre telling me this now?â âI thought I could handle it.â âCan you hear yourself?â I dragged a hand through my hair, keeping my anger at bay. âJust stay close. Iâm on my way.â âYes, sir.â I ended the call and stood still for a moment. "Ian! I bellowed and he sprang on his feet. " I need you to find someone for me."*VALERIE*Beep. Beep. Beep. The steady rhythm drilled into my skull, dragging me out of darkness.I groaned, trying to roll on my side but a sharp searing pain shot through my arm.My eyes peeled open. Everything was blurry at first. I blinked a few times, my eyelids feeling heavy and slowly, the fog cleared. Harsh fluorescent lights glared from above from the white unfamiliar ceiling.The sterile scent of antiseptic drifted through my nose.A thin tube trailed from my wrist, connecting to the beeping machine.My throat felt like sandpaper...dry and scratchy.I swallowed hard, trying to piece together how I got here.Then it hit me all at once.Panic flared in my chest as I jerked awake.Someone groaned from my side. I stiffened.My head turned slowly and my gaze landed on a figure slumped over the edge of the bed, his messy curls falling over his face.His breath was even, his lips slightly parted as he snored softly.Zachary.His name left my lips in a whisper.Unconsciously, m
*VALERIE*I froze, the cold metal pressed against my temple. My eyes squeezed shut, my heart pounded violently. This is it. I'm going to die. âLower your guns.. or I blow off her skull.âNo one moved. Gareth's fingers pressed against the trigger as he cocked the gun. The officers lowered their weapons and my eyes widened in fear. What are they doing? âStep back! â he barked and they followed his orders.Then he backed away slowly towards the waiting car, the muzzle of his gun still pressed to my head. He pulled open the car door and shoved me inside like a ragdoll. Pain shot through me as my injured shoulder made contact with the leather chair. Without waiting for a second, he swung into the driver's seat and stepped on the pedal. The engine roared to life. Tires screeched as the car lurched forward away from the clearing into the moonlit road.Bullets rained after us as the officers open fire.A bullet hit one of the side mirrors but that didn't stop Gareth.He drove li
*VALERIE*âYou really think you can escape from me, huh?!âGareth's hand striked my cheek and I hit the ground from the impact.Tears burned my vision both from the pain from my shoulder and the crushing weight of despair. I clung to his leg, my voice breaking from desperation. âPlease, let me go,â I croaked out. âI won't say anything, I promise.âHe crouched lower to meet my eyes, his lips curled into a sneer and his eyes...they gleamed dangerously in a way that sent chills down my spine.âYou really want to go to him that bad?â he sneered, grabbing my jaw. I winced as his grip tightened, forcing my gaze to meet his.âToo bad, you belong to me now,â he whispered darkly, then shove me aside.A whimper escaped my lips when his fingers grazed my shoulder, the very one that was injured. Just then, the door bursted open with a force that made the hinges squeak and two of his men stumbled in.Gareth turned sharply to his men.âDid you find her?â he demanded.âYes, boss. She already mad
*ZACHARY*I sprinted into the police station when I made sense of Ian's text. He found the necklace which means there was progress. For the first time in days, I felt hope but it all drained away when my eyes landed on a frail girl, curled up under a thin blanket in a far corner. She hugged her knees, whimpering.Ian met me halfway from the corridor. His eyes were hollowed, dark circles around them like he hasn't slept for days.âWho is she ?â I asked, clearing my throat to mask my disappointment.He stared at me , his jaw tight.âThat's Valerie's sister,â He answered, raking a hand through his disheveled hair. âSheâd been wandering for hours. The tracker kept changing locations, so I tracked the signal. Turned out she has the necklace.âMy feet moved swiftly.I didn't look at the uniformed officers milling about. I went straight to her.Her eyes were unfocused until they locked on me.Something like recognition flickered in themâWhich was odd because I had never met herâand then t
*ZACHARY*âIs it true your wife fled because you were abusive?!ââDo you have anger issues, Mr. Wellington?!ââDid you really stop taking your pills?!âReporters swarmed me like bees, shoving their microphones into my face, flashes exploding in every direction.Their voices melted into one chaotic buzz, each question sharper than the last.One of my men stepped in, forcing them back, clearing a narrow path for me through the madness.News of Valerie's disappearance leaked to the press after I made a report to the cops.They went into work immediately, dispatching their SWAT team to Fort Tilden.I wanted to come along.I couldn't bear doing nothing but the officer in charge sternly warned me to stay put.Now all I can do is wait for their response, even if it killed me every second.I kept my head down as I pushed through the sea of cameras.Flashes lit my vision like lightning, every one of them capturing the worst version of me.The man who couldnât protect his wife.The monster the
*VALERIE* Cara whimpered as she clutched me tighter. Gareth had striked her cheek for talking back at him. âYou coward!â she snarled and his fist connected with her cheek. I shielded her body with my arms as it absorbed her tears. Gareth straightened, running a hand through his hair. His lips curled into a cruel grin. âYou should have laid low,â he hissed, grabbing her jaw harshly. I tried to step in but he shoved me aside. âWe both know you were adopted just to be her plaything.â I froze. How did he know Cara was adopted? I was the only one who knew apart from my father. Cara only discovered it when she fell so ill and needed a blood transfusion. Our blood didn't matched hers . So I told her the truth. âIt's not true,â Cara whimpered, her eyes brimming with tears. âYou really think you're her sister? You are just a pathetic orphan!â Gareth taunted and I lunged at him, grabbing his arms. âStop... please,â I begged desperately, tears burning the back of my vi







