LOGINHe turns to Damon. “I’m sorry, son, for not raising my daughter properly. This is… this is all my fault.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. “Elara has always been money-minded. She pretends she doesn’t care, but money is the only thing she’s ever cared about. Even as a child, she demanded money as if it grew on trees. And we, as her parents, spoiled her far too much. We gave in too easily—never able to say no to any of her demands.”Are they even talking about me?It doesn’t matter, however, because Mom joins in quickly.“Exactly. We… we failed as parents, and that’s why we’re living through this disgrace today. We were too soft, too trusting. If we had been stricter—if we had corrected her selfish ways early on—this shame would never have come knocking at our door. We gave her too much freedom, too much leniency, and this is what it turned her into.”“No, Mom. How can you say something like that?” Hannah jumps in. Of course she does. She holds Mom by the shoulder
[Elara]To say I’m dumbfounded would be an understatement of the century.Because there’s no way in hell I know what’s going on here.Who is this man? Why is he pointing fingers at me? What idea is he talking about? And why the hell would I come up with anything for a stranger like him?“Is this true?” Damon asks, and I look at him, wondering if he feels as confused as I am.“What are you even talking about?” I frown, shifting my gaze back to the man who seems to be making false accusations. “And who are you? I have never seen you before.”“Don’t joke at a time like this, Ms. Graham,” he says, chuckling awkwardly. “Just admit the truth. I’m sure Mr. Blackwood wouldn’t take it too far, knowing you are the one behind it.”“What?”Just then, Hannah walks over and takes my hand. “Don’t make this any more difficult for Damon, Elara. Just admit what you’ve done, and we can all go back to the way things were. Do you really have to put on an act like this? It’s not like you’re fooling anyone.
[Elara] The door shuts behind me, and when I search for my bag—patting my side, hands fumbling for the strap—I realize I don’t have it on me. Shit. Where the hell did it go? I remember picking it up from the table. But then another realization dawns, and I end up sliding down the wall with my back to it. “They took my bag too.” They made sure I contacted no one until they were done with me. Tears stream down my face—not because I feel sad, but because I feel so damn helpless. How did it come to this? Why did I make the stupid mistake of even returning to the Graham mansion? This place had never been my sanctuary, my safe place. The only reason I ever even returned to this place was because I had nowhere else to go. But then I wipe my tears and let out a deep sigh. Perhaps this is all for the good. Maybe I needed this confrontation—to remind myself there’s literally no one here worth staying for. Once the divorce is finalized, Cora and I are leaving for good. This godforsa
They have nothing to say. Nothing at all.And that’s what hurts the most—the fact that they know they’ve been unfair and still chose to do nothing.I let out a soft scoff, not even able to look at her now. “Anyway, if this is what you invited me here for, I should apologize for taking up your precious time. I’ll be leaving now.”I barely get up from the chair when Dad hurls his fork at me. “You—”I shut my eyes, too late to avoid the hit. It strikes my forehead, the pain sharp enough to tell me it’ll leave a mark.“You’re not going anywhere,” he snaps, letting out a harsh breath. “Fine. You want the truth? Here it is. A month ago, on my word, Damon placed an order for his latest equipment with Alan & Sons. They cleared the initial tests without a problem. But now I’ve learned that instead of maintaining the standard, they delivered subpar equipment. Damon thinks it’s our doing—that I took a cut from the deal—and if I don’t give him a proper explanation by tomorrow, he’ll sever all bus
[Elara]The fact that I’ve barely seen my parents in the past five years makes me wary of their invitation now.What do they want? Why would they suddenly invite me over? What is their purpose? And so on and on. Questions like these keep bugging me even after I pull the car into the driveway of the Graham mansion.I’ll be honest—I’m nervous. It has been five years, after all. I haven’t seen them. Not face-to-face. The only times they contacted me in the past were through calls and texts, and those were always to remind me of the projects they wanted Damon to invest in.But the reason they’ve invited me over today—making an exception—makes me wonder what this could really be about.I loosen my grip around the steering wheel, swallow my nervousness, and step out as slowly as possible.The moment I step inside the Graham mansion, I’m met with the same cold, eerie atmosphere that has always greeted me in the past. It reminds me of those days when coming home always felt like the least fav
His calm, practical presence reassures me in a way I’ve never felt before.Whenever I felt the way I did just now, my parents called it overreacting. Hannah mocked me for it. Damon brushed it off, labeling me a scaredy cat. No one ever tried to understand why I was like this. No one asked. No one questioned.As if this was something I chose. As if I enjoyed living like this.I don’t think anyone does.“So,” he says, glancing at the bat with a serious look that doesn’t quite hide the amusement in his eyes, “were you actually planning to swing if things went south?”If my face was hot earlier, it’s on fire now.I grip the bat tighter—not because I’m planning to hit someone, but because I’m wondering if I can somehow make it disappear.“Of course not,” I say. But he isn’t wrong. If the people in the car had tried something funny, I would have swung it, consequences be damned. “It’s just for the scare.”The corner of his lips tips up, as if he doesn’t quite believe me—but won’t push it eit







