MasukGrayson walked.The night air was cold against his face, but he barely felt it. His legs were heavy, his head was spinning, and the world around him blurred at the edges. Every step took effort.People stared as he staggered but he didn't care.He walked into a signboard — stumbled back, cursed, kept walking. He knocked over a trash can, sending garbage spilling across the sidewalk. A car screeched to a halt inches from his knees. The driver yelled something. Grayson looked up, flipped him the middle finger and kept walking.The private road to Thorne estate stretched out before him. The gates loomed ahead, and security spotted him immediately."Mr Thorne?" One of them stepped forward. "Is everything alright?"Grayson didn't slow down. "Mind your fucking business."The security guards exchanged glances. Neither of them said another word.He walked further. The mansion came into view — dark, looming, cold. Just like him.He slammed the front door open.The sound echoed through the foye
Roman’s blood ran cold. The name hung in the air like a death sentence. Salima’s hands flew to her mouth. Bernard’s face went dark. Victor raised an eyebrow.Roman stepped forward now.“Grayson?” He repeated. “You’re sure.”“Yes,” Gina said, staring into thin air. “I’m sure.”“How and why?” Roman asked. “Did you see him do it?”Gina shook her head, her hands trembling. "No. But he came to the house earlier. And he kept asking for Tessa. I didn't want to let him in but he knew she was in there and he wasn’t going to leave, so Tessa told me it was okay and said she’d talk to him.”Gina paused and sniffed. “I told her it was a bad idea but she wouldn’t listen.”Gina broke down, the tears falling now.Salima moved quickly to sit beside her. “It’s okay Gina.” She said softly. “What happened next?”Gina swallowed. “He started confessing his love to Tessa, telling her how much he cared and how much he wanted to be with her now that Roman was out of the picture. He said he had changed and h
The grocery bag slipped from Gina's fingers and shattered on the pavement.Wine. Glass. Groceries. All of it forgotten.Her house was on fire.Flames clawed out of the windows, black smoke rolling into the night sky. The heat hit her face from across the street. Neighbours were already gathering — some on their phones, some just staring."Tessa," Gina whispered.She ran.Her legs moved before her brain could catch up. She crossed the lawn, the heat growing stronger, the smoke thicker.Through the living room window, she saw her.Tessa was tied to a chair. Her head was slumped forward. Her body was limp. Smoke clouded her. The fire was spreading toward her faster than Gina realised. "TESSA!" Gina screamed. Gina tried the front door. She slammed her palm against the wood, but the heat was already too intense. “Don’t go in there.” One of the neighbours shouted.But she didn’t listen. She tried to get in but the moment she opened the door, thick smoke escaped like a fog. She couldn’t m
Tessa sat curled on the couch, the television flickering in the dark. Gina had gone out to grab a few things from the grocery store — nothing major, just wine and snacks. She'd been gone maybe twenty minutes.Should be back soon, Tessa thought, pulling a blanket over her legs.Then a knock came at the door.She didn't move at first. Then another knock — harder this time.Tessa smiled slightly. "Gina? Is that you?”No one answered.Tessa stood. “I didn't know the grocery store was close by. That was quick."Still silence.She frowned. "Gina?"She walked to the door, unlocked it, and pulled it open.Her blood turned to ice when she saw Grayson standing on the porch.His face was pale. His forehead was red, and blood caked down the side of his cheek. His eyes were wild — black, blown wide, pupils swallowing the colour. His clothes were rumpled. His hands were shaking. And at his feet sat a red plastic container."What are you doing here?" Tessa's voice came out tight, barely controlled.
Grayson didn’t go home.He drove straight to a dark, loud club on the edge of downtown.The club was drowning in noise.Bass rattled the walls hard enough to shake the glasses behind the bar. Colored lights flashed through clouds of cigarette smoke and perfume, painting strangers in shades of red and blue.Grayson sat in a private booth near the back.Across from him, three men lounged lazily against the leather seats, all of them drunk, all of them high, all of them too interested in a story that should have ended hours ago.The table in front of him was littered with empty glasses. Shot after shot after shot. He had lost count somewhere around seven. Or maybe it was twelve.It didn't matter. Nothing mattered."Okay." One of the guys leaned in, his voice slurred, his eyes bloodshot. "So tell me what this bitch did again?"Grayson laughed — a hollow, jagged sound."So I went to her house," he said, pouring another shot. "Not even her house. Her friend's house. 'Cause she's homeless as
Grayson parked at the corner of a block thinking of his next move. He didn’t know where Tessa was. But he knew she wasn’t at Blackwood mansion. Roman had kicked her out long ago. So now she only had two options—her brother or her best friend — Gina.Grayson had only met Daniel once. Back when he and Tessa were still in their honeymoon phase. Daniel never approved of him but he didn’t care. Daniel didn't approve of anyone.And Gina? Well, he'd know her for a really long time. But that didn't matter now because he only cared about one person — Tessa.“Where are you?” He murmured to himself.He didn’t know the location of Daniel’s new home but he knew Gina’s, so he would start there.“Ready or not… here I come, Tessa.” He grinned, starting the car and pulling off.Thirty minutes later, Grayson pulled up to Gina's block.The windows of the house were open, but it was dark inside. The only light bounced around in different shades — like something off a television.Grayson moved. He walke
Tessa hesitated then climbed into the car without a word. Roman waited until she buckled up, then drove through the gates, tyres crunching on the gravel drive.The mansion lights glowed ahead. Roman kept his eyes on the road, but his knuckles were white on the wheel.He parked in front of the house
FOUR HOURS AGOThe bank smelled faintly of printer ink and air freshener that tried too hard.Nandini stood at the counter, fingers curled around her handbag strap, forcing her shoulders to stay straight.“I’d like to change some money,” she said politely.The teller barely looked up at first, eyes
Alec didn’t move.For a second, it felt like the world inside the foyer had stopped breathing.“Mom?” he said again, quieter this time, like the word itself might break if he said it too loudly.“Alec—“ Nandini didn't waste a second, she rushed to him and wrapped her arm around his neck, almost cho
Roman burst through the warehouse doors with his mother’s weight still heavy in his arms.Cold air slapped him hard as he crossed into the open lot, breath tearing from his chest.Snow and sand crunched beneath his boots as he carried Salima toward the car, his focus narrowed to one thing only — ge







