ANMELDENI want to say she’s wrong—that she has misunderstood my family’s intentions—but I’d be lying.
She’s right.
Save for Grandpa and Grandma, no one in my family has ever treated her the way she should have been treated. And I hate it even more to admit that part of the reason for their contempt is me.
I never corrected them. Never scolded them for their behavior. Never took a stand for her.
I just let her endure everything my family threw her way.
I didn’t care
I remember him once telling me that the Gordons had always given birth to the most courageous people in the world—that courage wasn’t just something they admired, it was something woven into their very blood, something no one in their lineage had ever betrayed by turning their back on an enemy.Back then, his words had felt distant, almost unreal, like they belonged to a legacy I wasn’t sure I had any claim to.But now, as he looks at me with that steady, unmistakable pride—his eyes brighter, his shoulders straighter—I can’t help but wonder if this is what he sees.Not doubt. Not hesitation. But certainty.As if, in this moment, I have finally become everything the Gordon name stands for.The daughter who stood her ground. The daughter who chose to fight. The daughter who didn’t just live up to his legacy—but made him prouder than he had ever expected to be.The thought should make me feel proud.Instead, it sits heavy in my chest—like a weight I don’t quite know how to carry.Because
The next morning, I don’t give myself the luxury of overthinking.I shower, throw on a pair of denim jeans and a plain white top, and tie my hair back into a quick ponytail.The flight to Raventon is long, and I’d much rather be in sensible shoes than struggle through it in heels I’m still not used to wearing.When I head downstairs, I’m caught off guard to find Lucas and Nora already waiting in the dining room. And not just them—on the laptop placed on the oak table, Mom, Dad, and my other two brothers are all staring straight at me.Right. Totally not strange at all.“Good morning, sis,” Levi says from the screen, waving a hand and smiling softly. “Ready to take on the world, I see.” He teases, and I’m glad he does, because the tension in the air feels almost choking.I smile at everyone. “Hi, guys. What is this about?”“You’re asking us that?” Amber says, her brows knitting together, worry etched so deeply into her face it almost makes her look unwell. “We should be the ones asking
Even long after Griffin turns and drives away, my heart keeps racing like it's going to burst out of my chest.I continue to stand there, pressed against the wall, not able to think of anything but the words he painted in my head.What did he mean by "figure it out yourself"? What was he talking about?Was that something he said sarcastically? Or did he actually mean what he said? Was there really a mystery that I was supposed to uncover?I squeeze my eyes shut and drag in a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.It doesn't help.I don't know what's happening to me—why my body reacts the way it does every time he's near. It's like my senses sharpen, my skin prickles, and my mind goes blank, leaving me completely vulnerable to him.It's terrifying.And yet...I don't hate it.I shake my head, pushing those thoughts away. Now is not the time to get distracted.I need to focus.I need to prepare for tom
I'm not surprised that he learned of my plan in less than a day. It's no foreign knowledge that Lucas and he are close—secrets don’t stay secrets for long when it comes to them. What I didn’t expect was this reaction.This… intensity.I mean, even if he cares about me—and I know he does, I’ve seen it in the way he shows up, in the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention—considering the time we’ve spent together, intimately at that, we’ve been nothing more than friends. At most.That’s the line I drew. The one I never let either of us cross, no matter how blurred things got.Because naming it something else would mean acknowledging things I’m not ready to face.And friends don’t react like this.They don’t look at you like you’ve betrayed them just because you didn’t keep them updated.They don’t carry this kind of
[Elara]Griffin doesn't even blink at my surprise.He simply stares at the wet patch and the very exposed black bra underneath as if that's the source of all the evil in the world.For a moment, it's as if the entire restaurant has faded away, leaving only the two of us locked in this awkward, charged silence. His expression, though unreadable, holds a hint of something—amusement? Disapproval? I can't tell, and that uncertainty gnaws at me, making my pulse race even faster.Then, with the kind of practiced elegance that makes me feel way more flustered than I already am, he shrugs off his jacket, drapes it over my shoulders, and buttons it up, covering me completely."Thank you," I whisper, adjusting the lapels. The jacket is way too big on me, and it smells like him—crisp, expensive, and just a little too intoxicating. But I don't mind. I appreciate the gesture, if anything. "I'll have it returned once I'm done."He doesn't even acknowledge the offer.Instead, he reaches down, grabs
So close. So close to spilling everything and emptying my heart in front of her.But then I stop. I want to tell her everything, but I know that would mean pulling her into the war I’m about to start.Sarah has been kind to me—a friend I’ve always needed—and I can’t repay that kindness by dragging her into my mess.Maybe when everything is over—when I’m done crushing the Blackwoods into the depths of hell—I’ll invite her out for a nice evening and finally tell her everything.She would be mad, sure, but she would be safe.And right now, that’s all I want for her.“Wait. It’s not about Dr. Wolfe, is it?” she asks, unintentionally giving me a way out.I grab onto the generous opportunity for dear life.I frown. “Dammit. Is it written on my face? How did you guess it so well?”She looks at me for a second with a serious expression, as
[Beatrice]“That’s all for today,” I say, dismissing the staff.One by one, they file out of the room, and I finally get a chance to rest my back.I close my eyes. “Any word from Damon?”“No. Not yet,” Celine replies, sounding rightfully annoyed. “It’s already been three days since the funeral, but
Later, Jordan brings me back inside.All the guests have left. The music is gone. The house is eerily quiet. He sits me down on a chair in the living room, then brings me a glass of water."Sir," he says gently. "The officers are still waiting. We have to go."I stare at the glass in my hand, my re
[Damon]I look at the bright red ruby ring sitting proudly in the black velvet box.Nervous—for the first time.What if she doesn’t like it?What if she thinks it’s too little?What if she thinks it isn’t sincere enough?I sigh. Whatever. This is the first time I’m giving her something so expensive
[Damon]Everything stops.The music halts. The chatter dies down. All eyes turn toward the entrance where two uniformed officers stand, their expressions grim and impassive.I straighten my tie, forcing myself to walk toward them with my head held high, even though my heart is pounding like a drum







