MasukThe 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
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I asked.“Sir, please,” he said. “You’re hurting her.”“And so fucking what?” I growled. “How the fuck does that affect you?”He was trembling all over, and it was clear that he would take off at the slightest sign of danger. But he had to pretend to be str
"Not at all," he said calmly, but there was something calculated in the way he leaned back, as if he'd already seen the next five moves ahead. "I simply find it fascinating, the way two identical people could be so different. And now Ethan is in charge of the company, and Marcus is busy plotting wha
Ethan led me to a black Rolls Royce Cullinan parked across the street, drawing the attention of a few teenage boys who had gathered around it and were staring like they’d just seen the Hogwarts Express train. “Why are boys so obsessed with cars?” I asked, and Ethan turned to me with a funny look in
“Before you say anything, I’m perfectly capable of flying us there,” Ethan said. “I took flying lessons when I lived in Germany for a year.”I couldn’t even bring myself to speak. I just stared at him with a dumbfounded expression, allowing him to lead me towards the helicopter. It looked so massive







