LOGINThe silence inside the car didn’t last long.It just felt like it did.Arielle stared at the back of Roman through the windshield, her breathing slow but deliberate now. The initial panic had settled into something sharper.Focus.Her wrists burned where the rope pressed into her skin. She shifted again, slower this time, twisting just enough to test the give.Still tight.But not impossible.She glanced toward the door Roman had stepped out of.Closed.Unlocked?She leaned slightly, shoulder pressing carefully against it.No sound.Good.Her fingers flexed again, feeling for any weakness in the knot.Think.Not fear.Think.Outside, Roman paced a few steps away, phone pressed to his ear.“Yes,” he said quietly, his voice low enough that it didn’t carry clearly. “I know what I’m doing.”A pause.His jaw tightened.“No. This wasn’t part of the plan.”Another pause.Roman’s gaze flicked briefly toward the car.“I said I’ll handle it.”He ended the call abruptly.For a second, he just st
The air inside the car had gone stale.Too quiet.Too still.Arielle shifted slightly against the seat, testing the restraint around her wrists again. The rope scraped against her skin, rough enough to remind her that this wasn’t something she could talk her way out of in one sentence.Not yet.She lifted her eyes slowly.Roman hadn’t moved.Both hands on the steering wheel, even though the engine was off. His shoulders were tense, like he was holding himself in place.Watching him carefully, Arielle spoke.“Why are you doing this?”Roman let out a short breath through his nose.Not quite a laugh.Not quite irritation.“I told you,” he said without looking at her. “I don’t need a reason.”Arielle tilted her head slightly, studying the side of his face.“That’s not true.”His jaw tightened.Still not looking at her.“You think people just wake up and do this for no reason?” she continued, her voice calmer now, softer. “You’re not that reckless.”That got a reaction.Small.But there.H
The house no longer felt like a home.It felt like a control room.Phones ringing.Footsteps moving quickly across marble floors.Low voices layered over each other, urgent but restrained.Lucien stood in the middle of it all, one hand braced against the edge of the table as he listened.“No,” he said into the phone, his voice low but firm. “That route is too exposed. If he planned this, he wouldn’t take the main road.”He ended the call before the person on the other end could argue.For a second, he didn’t move.His fingers pressed harder into the table.Then he pushed off it and started pacing.Not fast.But not calm either.Measured steps.Back and forth.His mind running faster than his body.“Any update?”Henry’s voice came from behind him.Lucien didn’t turn immediately.“Not yet.”Henry walked further into the room, hands loosely clasped behind his back.“Interesting,” he murmured.Lucien stopped.Slowly turned.“What is?”Henry met his gaze.“The timing. The execution. This w
The music didn’t come back on.At first, people assumed it would.A brief pause. A technical issue. Something small.But as the seconds stretched into minutes, the silence began to settle in a way that felt… wrong.Arielle still hadn’t returned.Lucien stood near the center of the garden, his gaze fixed on the entrance to the house. He hadn’t moved in a while, but there was nothing relaxed about him. His shoulders were set, his jaw tight enough that the muscle ticked faintly beneath his skin.Around him, conversations had started again but softer now. Less carefree. People were watching.Waiting.“Lucien.”Mary.He turned.She was already walking toward him, a polite smile still on her face for the benefit of the guests around her. But the moment she got close enough, the smile slipped just slightly.Not completely.Just enough.“What is going on?” she asked under her breath, her eyes flicking briefly toward the crowd before returning to him. “Why has the music stopped?”Lucien didn’t
The music didn’t stop.That was the strangest part.Even as the whispers began to spread, the soft violin in the background kept playing like nothing had changed.Arielle could hear it.Too clearly.It mixed with the low murmur of voices around her.“…only one person?”“…from her side?”“…that’s odd…”She kept her smile in place.Not too wide.Not stiff.Just enough.Her fingers tightened slightly around the champagne glass in her hand.Cold glass. Slippery.Grounding.Beside her, Lucien hadn’t moved.But she felt it.The shift.His posture had gone still. Too still. Like he was holding something in place.Someone laughed too loudly across the table.Arielle didn’t look.Didn’t react.But she felt the weight of it.Nina stood a few steps away, holding a drink she clearly wasn’t interested in. Her eyes kept darting between Arielle and the crowd, confusion written all over her face.She hadn’t signed up for this part.Arielle inhaled slowly.Then exhaled.Steady.“You should have told m
The house woke up before sunrise.Arielle didn’t.She had been awake long before the first footsteps started echoing through the hallway.Voices came and went. Doors opening. Soft knocks. Someone dragging something heavy across the floor downstairs.She stared at the ceiling.The events of last night sat quietly in her chest.Lucien’s hand.His mouth on hers.The way neither of them had said anything after.She turned to her side.The room felt too still compared to the noise outside.A knock came.“Miss Laurent?”Arielle sat up.“Yes?”“We need you downstairs in thirty minutes.”“Okay.”The door closed again.Arielle exhaled slowly and swung her legs off the bed.Today.She stood and walked toward the window.The garden looked completely different in daylight.Chairs arranged neatly.Tables dressed in white.The stage standing still and waiting.Everything looked perfect.Too perfect.Her gaze lingered there for a moment.Then she turned away.No more thinking.Just get through the d







