LOGINOlivia and Ethan have finally met, and now the fun can begin. Next chapter will be from Ethan’s POV, so stay tuned. Adios
The sound of her heels echoed softly against the floor, swallowed whole by the sterile silence of the prison hallway. Each step felt like it was slowly bringing her closer to hell, but her back stayed straight and her head stayed high. She passed rows of locked doors, steel bars and bored guards, an
Three Months Later The fabric was soft against my skin, and so breathtaking that I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I sat in front of the vanity, my hands folded in my lap and trying to breathe evenly as the stylist added one final pin to my hair. I'd always thought I'd cry on my wedding day, but I ha
I was still holding Ethan's hand when the door creaked open again. At first, I thought it was a nurse or maybe a detective back with some update about Marcus's arraignment. But then I saw a cane, and a face I hadn't expected to ever see again. Richard Jones. Ethan froze beside me as he stepped int
I could have sworn I was dead. But then I found myself waking up in a room that was too white and too quiet, and the air smelled like disinfectant and something sterile that clung to the back of my throat. My body ached in too many places to count, and I wasn't sure at first if I was dreaming or i
When I opened the door to my office, I half-expected a ghost. But the man sitting across from my desk wasn't a ghost, even though he looked eerily familiar. He was in his mid to late fifties, wearing a sharp blazer with a well-kept salt and pepper beard, and the kind of eyes that looked like they ha
CALLAHAN The cold hit me the second I stepped outside, but I lit the cigarette anyway. I hadn't touched one in over three years (not since the Donovan case) but something about watching a pregnant woman get wheeled out on a stretcher with a bullet hole through her chest just made the craving imposs
MARCUSIt was the waiting that killed me. Just sitting there and not knowing what was going on, while my demons ran freely in my head and made me question every decision I’d ever made, that was the brutal part. My hands were covered in blood, and even my shirt was stained with Emily’s blood from wh
“No, don’t worry about it,” he said. “It’s my fault. I should have waited until tomorrow morning before calling you. But I just couldn’t help myself. I’ve been sitting here for thirty minutes now, trying to convince myself not to call you. But I couldn’t do it. I just needed to hear your voice.”“Ch
“It was Marcus,” I said quietly. “I saw him at the club last night.”Rachel immediately came to sit beside me, and she looked so shocked, with her mouth open. She placed her hand on my shoulder, looking like a concerned mother while I tried to banish the memory of Marcus from my mind. “He acted lik
I love my job. I realise that every few people get to actually say that and mean it, but I do. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as doing something you love for a living, and knowing that you’re actually good at it. Social media was never my thing, and I hated the idea of people being influencer







