LOGINMONIQUEMarcus smiles.“Well, not exactly a gift. But something I think you need.” He held out a box.“You… bought me a phone?” I ask, surprise filled in my tone.“Yes. A brand-new one. You didn’t have a phone, and there was no way to reach you unless I called the house. I just thought you should have something of your own.”“Thank you.” I hugged him, fully, gratefully. “Thank you so much.”“You’re welcome.”But as I opened the box, a cold memory of Ryan poured over me.“So… is it new?” I asked.“Yes—why?”“No reason.”“There’s a reason,” he pushed gently. “Tell me.”“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Ryan gave me a phone before after he kidnapped me and… he used it to listen to me. Track me. I just....”“It’s fine,” Marcus said immediately. “One second.”He suddenly reached out and took the phone from me.“What are you doing?” I asked.“We’ll go tomorrow and buy you the phone you choose. Whatever brand you want, whatever it costs. Or the driver can take you. You don’t even have to come with
MONIQUEI sighed before I continued,“He told me about you accusing him of trying to get me to divorce Ryan,” I said firmly. “I already told you, I do not want to be with Ryan. I do not want to be married to him a second longer. It wasn’t Marcus’s decision, and you still went and confronted him.”“Is that what he told you?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.“He didn’t tell me the exact words you used,” I admitted. “But he told me you used some big words.”I took a breath and steadied myself. I didn't want to upset her but I was also really upset at her.“Look… I know just because Marcus saved our lives doesn’t mean we owe him everything or that he’s entitled to know every detail about us. But I would really like it if you didn’t shove it in his face that we didn’t trust him....because honestly? He’s the only one who has our back right now.”“If you’re looking for someone to have our back, there’s Mr Smith,” she countered. “He’s a lawyer. I’m sure, with that worth of yours...he can give u
MONIQUE Detective Mark finally stopped the recording.“Thank you, Ms Moffat,” he said sincerely. “Your statement is detailed. This will move the case forward... I will also contact Detective Hernandez to get a picture of the case.”Patrick nodded, rising beside me, and shook hands with the detective. Then, he placed a reassuring hand on my back as we left the room.Aunt Jane stood the moment she saw us walking out. Patrick gave her a calm nod.“Your turn, ma’am. I’ll be right beside you.”Àunt jane nodded as she clutched her handbag tighter but followed him inside.Detective Mark walked me back toward the front of the station, and the moment Marcus saw me, he quickly stood up and walked toward me, relief washing over his face.He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a warm, protective embrace. A soft kiss on my temple.“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered.“It was just a statement,” I muttered, embarrassed by how shaky my body still was.“I know. But I know how hard this was fo
MONIQUEPatrick rose from his seat, smoothing a hand over his tie, the decision already made.“Alright,” he said calmly, “I’ve already contacted the lead officer. They’re expecting us at the station.”I blinked. “Us?”“Yes.” His tone firmed. “I will accompany you. Both of you.” His gaze moved to Aunt Jane. “Mrs Aster, you are now officially under my protection as a secondary client.”Aunt Jane nodded, visibly relieved.“And Marcus?” I asked quietly.Patrick turned to him. His tone softened with respect, but with boundaries.“Marcus, you’re not part of the legal case, so you don’t need to give a statement today. However,” he offered a polite nod, “you are welcome to accompany them for moral support. But once we reach the station, the legal process will involve only Monique and her aunt.”Marcus accepted that with a quiet nod, as if he had already been expecting that. Patrick continued, voice steady and author
MONIQUEI step out of the car too and walk around to Marcus’s side. He gives me a small smile as he closes the door behind me, but my mind is spinning.I don’t know how to put it into words. I don’t know why it feels like this. But Aunt Jane keeps asking me if I’m sure… keeps repeating it… keeps planting this seed like she wants me to doubt him, like she’s trying to pull me away from trusting Marcus.And the thing is....I already trust him. I trust his judgment. I trust his intentions. I trust him more than I have trusted anyone in a long time.I’m already in this. I’m already doing this. And now she’s messing with my head, right when I need clarity the most.I don’t need her doing that right now. Not now, not today, not when everything is about to change.We walked inside the building and towards the elevators. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, releasing a breeze of overly conditioned air and the faint scent of polished wood. I stepped out first, my pulse echoing faintl
MONIQUEWhen we get back inside, I quickly get changed, and I hurry downstairs to Marcus’s office to see if he’s phoned his friend, if they talked, and to see what’s going on.I knock, and when his voice calls me in, I push the door open. He’s still on the phone. He raises a hand, telling me two minutes, so I sit down and wait.“Okay, we are on our way,” he says before hanging up.Then he turns toward me.“So… what did he say?” I ask immediately.“Okay,” he begins, leaning back slightly. “He’s agreed to take you as a client. Even though he has a huge case going on right now, I called in a favour. He’s personally going to take care of your case. And since this is going to turn out to be a public case, it’s going to be the state against Ryan, so he’ll mostly be assisting the public prosecutor who ends up handling it. But...” He points a finger lightly for emphasis. “He told me he’s going to be with you every step of the way. He’ll guide you, advise you, everything you'll need. He’s got







