LOGINKaren Donna
Having my boss trust me enough to tell me his personal issues makes my heart leap with joy.
He's being buying me coffee every morning and a bag of chips is always on my desk every morning.
I take it as a kind gesture, but some people like Elizabeth and Alex don't believe shit like that. They're thinking Peter has a thing for me. Gross.
"You broke up with Mr Logan yet?" Elizabeth raises her brow at me as she applies another layer of red lipstick on her lips. I stare at her from the mirror as I wash my clammy hands inside the washbasin.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
She turns to me, fixing her skirt. Her face is filled with extra makeup. "Isn't it obvious he's cheating."
I sigh, cleaning my hands with a towel, my eyes dart to the mirror. I see my reflection. I'm looking more skinny than the last time.
"I don't know Liz, I think Ralph got the wrong idea about them going out," I say, trying to convince myself that nothing is going on between Mike and Jane.
"You're crazy," she spat out turning back to the mirror and applying blush on her cheeks. "The red flag is already showing girl."
"I think I should ask him." I reach for my phone in my pocket, but it's snatched out of my hand immediately.
Elizabeth shakes her head, truly she's mad at me but I don't budge. Asking him is easy.
"And you think asking him if he's cheating on you is a good idea?"
I nod. "He never lies to me."
She rolls her eyes, letting out a frustrated breath. "I know you're stupid in love, but you don't have to act like a crazy pregnant lady who got dumped by her man." She moved closer to me, her fingers wrapped around my phone tightly. "I have to be straight with you, don't fucking call him! He will lie to you." She spat out, ignoring how I'd feel about her words.
"I'm not trying to hurt you, or separate you from your boyfriend, but think about this. Why do you think Mr Logan sent you this far away. I mean, he has a lot of relatives around Oak Hill, but he decided to bring you this far. It's like a two hours flight, and a seven hours distance by road from New York to Oak Hill. Think about why he sent you this far, far away from him."
I blink in surprise. Why haven't I thought of it yet? Is Elizabeth playing with my fucking mind?
Tears is stinging my eyes, but I blink them back. Everything is becoming clearer now. He sends me far away from him so he can screw my bestfriend without me being the obstacle.
I trusted him, I trusted Jane. I trusted the both of them.
"Chill. You just have to get it off your mind. I'm sure he'll come around."
With that, Elizabeth walks out of the toilet and back into the office. I'm left alone to ponder over her heartbreaking words.
My boss and I have some meeting with the board of directors, and few people who want to merge.
I pack up, ready to leave. Although, I haven't been in my right state of mind, I didn't let my relationship get in the way. I make sure to do my work properly. Peter is back to his old self, and I distance myself from him.
"You look upset." Alex says, placing his bag on my desk. I ignore him and continue packing up. "Jeez, did anyone provoke you?"
"No, Alex, I just want to be alone." I almost snap at him. He knows best to leave than bother me. I'd apologize tomorrow for being rude, but I just want to be alone.
I perceive a really delicious aroma coming from my kitchen as enter inside. Voices are heard in my kitchen. I almost crawl out of my skin. Is there a possibility someone broke into my house.
I use my eyes to search for any weapons, but finds none. I guess I'll use my hands to strangle whosever is in my kitchen.
"Oh, you're here." A voice says behind me. I jump up in fear, squeaking in the process.
Annie?
I hold my chest, trying to calm my rage breathing down. "You scared me." I say, a smile forming on my lips.
She pulls me into a bone crushing hug. "I'm so sorry, we wanted to surprise you."
We?
I let out a chuckle. "You did, but in a scary way." She laughs, and releases me from her tight grip.
"I'm sure you're hungry,go shower and my cousin will serve you dinner."
I nod, a bit happy someone cares about me to the extent of making dinner for me.
By the time I go back to the kitchen, food is already placed on the table.
"Hi, I'm Sapphire. I've always wanted to meet you." She pulls me into a hug before I can speak. I don't even know her.
"I'm Karen," I smile at her.
She smiles shyly. "I know. I'm Mike baby sister. He's said a lot about you."
Ohh, Sapphire, his baby sister he talks non stop about. I've never met Mike's family throughout the six years we dated. I've always been too busy to visit New York, and they are too busy to come over to Oak Hill.
I would have been so excited to see her if Mikeand I were still as cool like we've been.
A hand pulls me to sit on the dinning table and I stare at the dishes, silently praying Annie didn't cook any of it.
"I'm a chef." Sapphire starts. "I just joined Annie, and my parents are being supportive."
I nod, not feeling too comfortable about the discussion. I chew on the carrot and swallow them. "That's great." I manage to say, not trying to make it look awkward.
"It's so nice meeting you Karen, mum can't wait to see you at our family dinner on Sunday."
"Family dinner?" I ask, taking off guard by her words.
Annie and Sapphire nods, grinning from ear to ear.
"Peter didn't tell you?" Annie asks, shoving a spoonful of food into her mouth.
"No," I shook my head.
"It better I tell you now. Everyone wants to meet you at the family dinner on Sunday. We always do it together."
Mike said so few years ago. He always went down to New York every weekend from Oak Hill for their family dinner, except he's busy then he'd stay back.
"I'll have to ask Mike if he'll tag along." I say. They nod, and resume talking to themselves while I ate my dinner.
I am stressed and want to go sleep, but Sapphire and Annie wouldn't let me. I didn't notice how tired I was. I am upset but don't want to yell at them.
"What movie do you want to watch?" Sapphire asks, placing her laptop in front of us.
I yawn loudly, making sure they notice how tired I am. "I'm really tired and still have a lot of work to do."
"Don't worry about that, I'll have Peter excuse you tomorrow."
I shook my head. They can't just show up at my house and tell me how to live my life. Isn't it obvious to them that I want to be alone?
"We have a big deal tomorrow. I have paperwork's that is due for submission tomorrow.""Don't worry Karen, we got you."
I stand up, ignoring their calls. I enter my room and lock myself up. They can go fuck themselves, I need enough rest. My relationship with Mike is crashing to the ground, I don't have the time to play around some girls who have their life planned out already.
I'm just a girl who wants a better life for herself and her family, not a girl who plays around with rich kids who have everything.
I like their personalities, I like that they are trying to get close to me and not make me feel lonely, but there is a point in life where someone wants to stay alone.
I pick up my phone and log into my I*******m. A lot of message and mentions continues chiming into my phone.
I tap on the message icon and sees message from different people, but one catches my attention.
A verified account is in my DM. I read the name.
PeterWellington_
I gasp in surprise. He sent me a message, and is active.
Why will my boss ever think to message me on my I*******m, and how did he get my handle.
I tap on his message, after contemplating if I should. He means no harm.
___________________________________
PeterWellington_I never knew you're on I*******m. I'm definitely not stalking you.
____________________________________The message had been sent three weeks ago. This is the first time in three weeks I managed to go to my I*******m.
I decide to type in a reply.
__________________________________
Kar_enI'm not much of a social media person.
________________________________I see him typing and decide to go offline.
My phone dings, and I go for it. It's a different message from an unknown contact. I tap on it.
I almost drop my phone on the floor just staring at the picture staring back at me on my phone.
My hands are shaking. I can't help but cry.
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Karen fell asleep in Peter’s arms again, her breath warm against his chest, her fingers still loosely curled around his shirt as if afraid he might vanish the moment she let go.Peter didn’t sleep.Not even for a second.He held her, but his eyes stayed fixed on the shadows dancing across the safe house walls, his mind replaying every threat, every warning, every move Mark could be making right now.The storm outside had died down, leaving a heavy, almost unnatural quiet.Too quiet.His phone buzzed on the table.Karen stirred, but Peter gently stroked her back until she relaxed again. He reached for the phone, shielding the screen with his hand so the light wouldn’t wake her.A single message flashed across his screen:“You can’t hide her forever.”No name.No number.Just the message.Peter’s eyes narrowed. He deleted it immediately.The safe house wasn’t compromised—not yet. But someone was watching. Someone was trying to get into his head.And unfortunately… it was working.He shi
The storm had passed, but the air inside the safe house still crackled with something fiercer than thunder.Peter set the lamp on the floor, its low flame throwing long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The golden light caught on Karen’s face cheekbones sharp with exhaustion, lips swollen from biting back everything she couldn’t say. She sat curled into the corner of the couch, knees hugged to her chest, drowning in his jacket. The sleeves swallowed her hands. She looked small. She looked like his.He crossed the room in three slow strides and dropped to one knee in front of her, close enough that the heat rolling off his body cut through the damp chill clinging to her skin.“You’re shaking,” he said, voice rough.“I’m not cold.”“I know.”Her eyes flicked up to his, dark and glassy with unshed tears, and something inside his chest tore wide open.He reached for her face. She let him. His palms framed her jaw, thumbs sweeping across the wet tracks on her cheeks. The touch was care
The night thickened as if the darkness itself was listening. Karen fell asleep in Peter’s arms, her breathing shallow but steadier than before. Peter kept his eyes open, his hand stroking her back in slow circles while every sense in him stayed alert.He didn’t trust the silence.Not after the shadow he’d seen outside.Not after Mark’s message.Karen murmured something in her sleep and tightened her fingers in his shirt, as if afraid he would vanish the moment she drifted too far into dreams. Peter pressed a kiss to her forehead, his jaw tightening with resolve.She wasn’t safe yet.Not even close.He eased out from under her slowly and laid her gently on the couch, covering her with his jacket. Then he moved to the kitchen, opened the old storage cabinet, and pulled out a black metal box. Inside it was everything he might need his father’s handgun, a flashlight, two burner phones, and a small pack of cash.He hadn’t used this box in years.He never thought he’d need to.But for Karen,
Night settled heavily around the safe house, the kind of night that pressed against the windows like a warning. Inside, Karen curled on the small couch, knees drawn up, one hand resting protectively over her stomach. Her eyes were swollen from crying, but the tears had finally stopped. Exhaustion had replaced them.Peter stood by the window, barely breathing, watching the empty road like it might sprout danger at any moment. The safe house was hidden behind thick bushes, a forgotten bungalow his father once used for storage during his construction days. No cameras. No neighbors. No one to ask questions.But safety felt thin tonight. Too thin.Karen’s voice broke the silence. “He’ll find me, Peter.”Peter turned. The fear on her face nearly ripped him apart. She wasn’t the Karen who snapped back, who insulted him for every little thing, who tried to prove she didn’t care. She looked fragile. Almost breakable.“He won’t find you here,” Peter said, crossing to her. “I promise.”“Mark alw
Night settled around the safe house like a heavy cloak.Karen slept curled on the sofa, one hand resting protectively over her stomach, her breaths shallow but steady. The soft glow of the lamp outlined her face, making her look fragile,too fragile for the storms chasing them.Peter sat beside her, wide awake.He didn’t blink.He didn’t relax.He didn’t trust the silence.Every few minutes he rose, checked the locks, checked the windows, checked the shadows outside.He was a man who had mastered boardrooms, crushed rivals, controlled markets,Yet right now, none of that mattered.Only this woman.Only their unborn child.Only keeping Mark away long enough to think.The fire crackled low.The wind rattled branches outside.And thenHis phone buzzed.A message.No name.No number.Just three words.I will find her.Peter’s grip tightened around the device until his knuckles whitened.He looked toward Karen.She stirred slightly in her sleep, a soft whimper escaping her lips, as if some
Immediately Mark left, Peter was so sure he would not let Karen stay at home because mark could plot another one of his mischievous evil on Karen.He didn’t dare.Not after seeing Mark wandering the estate like a wolf searching for blood. Not after hearing his voice dripping with hatred for the child Karen carried.As he carried her through the dimly lit back pathway, Karen clung to him, her arms around his neck, her face buried in the warm space between his shoulder and jaw.He could feel her trembling.Not from cold.From fear.From exhaustion.From everything she’d endured in the last hours.“Peter,” she whispered weakly, “where where are you taking me?”“Somewhere safe,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against her forehead. “Somewhere Mark doesn’t know exists. Somewhere not even Jane can find you.”Her fingers tightened in his shirt.“Why do you sound like you’re saying goodbye?”He didn’t answer.Not yet.He carried her to his car behind the maintenance building his backup vehicle,







