Masuk~Sara~The car glides to a stop outside the mansion where Mom has been staying, courtesy of Alex.Sandra kills the engine, and we step out into the early-morning chill. The sky is still dark, and the street is quiet except for the occasional roar of a car rushing past.I inhale sharply, steadying my heartbeat as we walk toward the mansion.Inside, the nursemaid—the same one we met during the stalker brouhaha—stands waiting. She’s still in her nightwear, hair slightly disheveled, lips pressed into a disapproving line, clearly ready to lecture us.As soon as we close the door behind us, she crosses her arms and narrows her brows.“It’s about time we discussed you two always dropping into this mansion abruptly without so much as a text or phone call.” She says.I tilt my head, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “We thought it best to come early. Hope it’s not too much of a surprise.”She rolls her eyes and clicks her tongue, then waves at us to follow, whispering that Mom
~Sara~Everything blurs around me.A sharp ringing pierces my skull.I sit up on the floor, eyes hazy, barely able to grasp the movements before me.People rush toward the crushed ambulance, but they move like molasses.Someone bends over Rachel’s body, pulling her from the wreckage. Others lift stretchers and shout to each other, but it all feels unreal, as though I’m watching from behind a glass pane.“Sara!”Someone yells, cutting through my haze."Sara!"They call again."Saraaa!!!"I blink and look up to see Sandra in front of me, eyes wide.She stoops to my level and grips my shoulders, darting her eyes frantically over me as she shakes me slightly. “Sara! Look at me! Sara!”I don’t respond.No. I can’t respond.I want to say something. To scream. To shout. To yell. Anything to pull me away from this nightmare. But my lips won’t move.Everything plays on a loop, detached, like I’m only a spectator to my own life.Then slowly, my vision blurs completely. Air vanishes from my lung
~Sara~Sandra chokes violently beside me.Jeremy’s mom looks genuinely horrified. “Excuse me?”“Oh please,” I continue angrily. “You walk around looking like a rich man's fourth divorce settlement and somehow I'm the problem?”Her mouth falls open slightly.The woman actually looks offended.Deeply offended.“How dare you speak to me that way?”“How dare you judge me without knowing a damn thing about me!”“I don't need an introduction to recognize a manipulative little gold digger when I see one.”“Oh my God,” I let out a laugh. “And you wonder why Jeremy has attitude problems.”Her face twists in outrage. “You insolent little..."“Sara.”I ignore Sandra and continue glaring at Jeremy’s mom.“You don't get to stand there and act morally superior when your entire personality screams luxury alimony.”“Sara,” Sandra says again, louder this time.I wave her off. "No, don't stop me Sandra, because she’s actually starting to piss me off.”“SARA!”I whip around angrily. “WHAT?!”Sandra grab
~Sara~I pace back and forth in front of Jeremy’s recovery room while Sandra sits nearby with her legs crossed.It has been almost twenty minutes.Twenty freaking minutes.“What could possibly be taking her this long?” I grunt for the hundredth time.Sandra barely looks up from where she sits. “Sara, her son literally got shot.”I throw my hands into the air. “Okay, and?”“And she probably wants to make sure he’s breathing properly before she lets anyone else near him.”I sigh aggressively and continue pacing.My nerves are everywhere.I just need to see Jeremy.Need to know he’s okay.Need to hear him say something funny so I can fully believe he’s alive.The recovery room door suddenly opens.Jeremy’s mom steps out gracefully like she didn’t just walk out of a hospital room.I immediately rush toward her. “How is he? Is he awake? Did he say anything? Is he in pain? Can I go in now?”Sandra slowly rises from her chair too.Jeremy's mom ignores me completely.Completely.Like I’m some
~Sara~What. The. Fuck?That's Jeremy's mom.My eyes travel from the woman’s sky high heels to the oversized leopard print fur coat wrapped around her body like she owns the damn hospital.Then higher.Long blonde hair. Smooth glowing skin. Full lips. Tiny waist. Perfect posture.What freaking age is this woman supposed to be?Thirty? Forty? Fifty?!No.Absolutely not.There is no way this woman gave birth to a grown ass man.She is so freaking hot.Like offensively hot.For a split second, I genuinely start having second thoughts about my sexuality.Sandra suddenly elbows me hard in the ribs.“Ow,” I hiss.She leans toward me without taking her eyes off the woman. “Are you seeing who I’m seeing?” “Yes,” I whisper back. “That’s Jeremy’s mom. Like... his actual mom.”Sandra stares harder. “If she and Jeremy didn’t look exactly alike, I would’ve sworn that man was adopted.”I nod slowly. “Same.”The woman suddenly steps forward.Sandra and I instantly start whispering over each other.
~Sara~I snap my head towards her. “Don't bring Alex into this.”“Why not?” she fires back. “He's right! You never open up to people, Sara. You act like everyone is interrogating you anytime they ask what's wrong.”“Oh, so now you're going to take his side.”She laughs sarcastically. “See? This! This is the problem! Somebody says one thing and immediately you turn defensive and start accusing everybody.”“Maybe because everybody keeps acting like I'm the villain!”“Because you never explain yourself!”“And maybe I don't owe anybody explanations!”People starts staring at us.A nurse passing by slows down and stares nervously.Sandra leans closer. “You push people away and then act shocked when everything falls apart around you.”“At least I don't stick my nose into people's business every five seconds!”She lets out a sharp laugh. “God forbid somebody actually cares about you.”“Oh please, spare me the therapy speech.”“You know what?” She snaps. “You love acting tough, but half the t
~SARA~I couldn't believe my eyes. "M… Mira?” I stutter.“Yes!” She squeals, swinging from side to side like a child handed candy, eyes bouncing between Alex and me. "It's me. In the flesh."I blink. “Wh–What are you doing here?” She waves a hand at me dismissively, squealing. “Oh, don’t be a dum
~SARA~I stare at him, blinking. "Sir, I think," Sandra says to him, glancing at me. "The creative marketing department is doing just fine. Miss Jane is the best marketing agent I have. I don't think Mira and Kayla would be of much help.""Both my daughters have degrees in marketing." Mrs Catherin
~SARA~Kraa.A bone cracks.Thud.My back slams against the railings.Snap.My head jerks sideways. Breath rips out of my lungs in sharp, brutal force, and my vision turns into a black, hazy mess.Alex’s arms wraps around me, tight.“Fuck, Sara!” he curses as we roll, thudding down the stairs in qu
~SARA~I kiss back. And I hate that I do.I should hate him. Loathe him. Curse him for being the reason everyone was after me.But I don't.Instead, I grab at his face. Heat spreading through me as I push myself forward and slam into his toned muscled frame. He is strong. Really strong. His arms







