“Please, stop! I need a ride to Velvro Street! Hey!” I cried, trying to hail a cab. The cars sped off and my knees buckled as a sob escaped my lips. After the call, I raced outside to get a cab, but because of the event, everywhere was booked and locked down. Stupid event. Stupid Atlas. I had to do something, I had to save my chi—“Peekaboo? What are you doing here?” I turned, my eyes locking with Atlas. I had never been so happy to see him. I scrambled to my feet but froze at his appearance. Atlas’ suit jacket was gone, the scent of feminine perfume lingered on him and two scratch marks adorned his neck. His top two buttons had been torn off and… was that red lipstick? I shook my head. I didn’t have time to overanalyze Atlas Volkan. I had to save my kids. “Your car! Where is your car?!” I blurted and he gestured to the left. I snatched the car keys and raced to it, my heart pounding with each step. After sliding in, Atlas entered. “What happened?” He asked as I started the
“At this rate, you’ll end the night in bankruptcy!” I snapped as Atlas handed the fifth driver a blank cheque.He leaned against the wall, his lips twitching. “I have a vast vocabulary, Peekaboo, Bankruptcy is not one of them.” I raised an eyebrow at him for a few seconds before it escaped my lips. A low, soft snort that almost sounded like a chuckle. Atlas froze, his gaze lingering on me as he bit hard on his bottom lip. “Did I just make you laugh?“Do you think you’re funny?” I retorted, rolling her eyes before he could appreciate the win. I hailed another cab and huffed when Atlas smiled and handed him his Patek wristwatch. “Have a nice day!” he chuckled, grinning like a five-year-old with candy. “Where is it?” I spat, tapping my feet against the ground. “Where is what?” Atlas scrunched up his nose. Was he playing dumb now? “Where is your car, Atlas?” “Oh no, are you abandoning project bankruptcy? I don’t know about the abundance of cars in Chicago, but I know that I can
“What the—“ I shrieked, grabbing the first object I saw. Atlas jolted to his feet, narrowly escaping the stable that slammed against his chair. He raised his arms in mock defense. “I am reporting this to HR.”“You’re HR!” I snapped. “Who the heck do you think you are to play games with me?”The dark-haired man sighed, running his hands through his hair before speaking. “Surprise?” He offered and I scoffed. I paced to and fro in the office, sighing loudly before I turned to him. My fingers itched to wipe the smug grin on his face but instead, I fought back a smile. “I am resigning,” I threatened. “Where do I sign?”“Unfortunately Ma’am, you need uh, a thirty-day notice to leave this company? Also, transporting you here took… what? Ah, yeah. About thirty million dollars, and the mansion is about four hundred million and the conveyance—““Yeah, I get it. You win. Okay?” I huffed. “You should read your contracts before signing next time—““I was trying to get rid of you!”“Touch luck
“So, he just agreed?” Greta said as she shoved my clothes into the suitcase. “Atlas is…” She stopped as if struggling to wrap her head around it. “Letting you go?”“Was he ever holding on?” I retorted, despite the ache in my heart. I wasn’t sure what I expected, maybe I wanted him to grab my wrist and stop me, or force me to stay. Maybe even lock us in the knight mansion until I changed my mind. But, the reality was different. Something flickered in Atlas’ eyes, he stumbled as if run over by a truck before his fists tightened in the realization I could not fathom. Then, he just turned and left. He just… he left! My grip on the suitcase tightened. Not a word, not even a second stare, Atlas just… he left me standing there — feeling like a fool for wanting to be stopped? It felt as if he finally understood something and something died in me because I thought… I felt like he understood we weren’t meant to be together. Did I want us to be together? If I did, why was I leaving? “Oh no
The Knight’s estate remained unchanged. As I strolled past the garden, time froze and my childhood replayed before my eyes. I recalled Father’s warm embrace, Lovie’s giggles, and Mother’s watchful eyes as Father spun me in the air, allowing my skin to bathe under the sunlight.It was noon now, though. Those memories were the past in every possible way and as I entered the grand living room, Sylvia’s eyes met mine.“You came,” she whispered with a soft smile playing on her lips.“Today is the anniversary of my father's death, Sylvia. How could I not?”The plan was simple: attend the dinner and say goodbye to the life I could have had. But as green orbs met mine - a few feet away - sat at the dinner table - I knew my plan had already failed.I turned to Sylvia. “You set me up.” The brown-haired woman shook her head, “Julia-”“You used my father’s anniversary to set me up?” My voice cracked as I retreated. “You know what, Sylvia? Screw you. Screw all of you!”I turned to leave but a h
“J-Julia!” My eyes locked on my sister’s wide orbs as she gasped for air. Her body jolted as my hand hovered over the button that would end her life. Despite the situation, my vision blurred with tears as I recalled everything we used to be — all the possibilities she killed. I leaned, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. She reminded me of cinnamon, the scent of our father cooking in the kitchen while his two daughters played tag in the vast Knight Estate. Before the suspicions, before the jealousy, before we were old enough to feel. Before loving my husband, Lovie was just my older sister. The one my father begged to protect as he died from the brakes of my car she tampered with. I swallowed, my hands retreating from the button. Lovie’s body slacked against the sheets as the beeping of the machines drowned under the intensity of our locked eyes. I leaned, pressing my hands on each side of the hospital bed before speaking. “All of this was for him, right?” a