“Uhm, what is it?”Briella’s voice was quiet, almost too careful, as though the wrong tone might make him shut her out too. She wasn’t sure if he would even agree to help but she had to try.“Can you help me get information on someone?” she murmured.David had stopped telling her everything in detail and worst of all, Jaylen didn’t even tell her what that text she saw on his phone meant. Everyone thought keeping her in the dark would protect her. All it did was make her feel like she was drowning with her eyes closed, she felt stupid and clueless.Allen was still sitting beside her, his fingers tapping on his knee like he was trying to decide whether to speak.This was new, she’d never asked him for anything like this before, infact she had never asked for anything from them.Allen tilted his head, cautious. “What name?”She wet her lips before speaking. “Lorcan Clyde.”His eyebrows drew together. It was the kind of name that didn’t belong in polite conversation or associated with an
Jaylen closed the door behind him, the click sounding far too loud in the quiet room.Jaylen didn’t return the smile. He stayed standing, his shoulders tense, hands buried deep in his pockets. “I didn’t come for Pleasantries.” He stated.The woman didn’t move, she didn’t even blink. Her legs were crossed, a silk robe slipping just enough off one shoulder to look intentional. She tilted her head, studying him. “You always are predictable when it comes to her.” She lashed out.In two strides, he was in front of her. His hand shot out, gripping her throat not hard enough to choke, but enough to make his point. “Why did you send her those pictures? What are you trying to achieve?”She laughed, the sound cold and brittle. “To draw your attention obviously. Why do you even care so much about a girl who runs back to her ex every chance she gets?”Jaylen’s jaw tightened, but he ignored the comment. “Where is your father?” She smirked. “Even I don’t know where the old man is.”“You’re lying.
Briella’s lips crashed into his.It wasn’t gentle, nothing about it was. The force of it punched the air from his lungs.Her fingers knotted in his shirt like she’d been starved for this… for him. His hand found her waist, sliding up to her back, dragging her closer until she was flush against him, she could feel his heartbeat hammering into her chest and every bit of him.His lips were warm and they moved together like they’d been here a thousand times in their heads but never dared in reality. This wasn’t a kiss, it was years of pain, loss, and words they’d both buried too deep to say aloud.Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard. His teeth caught her bottom lip, and she gasped into his mouth. That sound lit something reckless in him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue finding hers, taking her like he’d forgotten how to breathe without her.She met him with the same hunger.The kind of hunger that said I never stopped wanting you. I tried and I failed.By the time they tore apa
Michael looked between them and smiled faintly. “Because Hayden is madly in love with Briella.”Kristen blinked. Crystal choked on her drink.Then they turned to each other and burst out laughing.“Not only did you say he’s in love,” Crystal gasped between giggles, “you added madly?”“Funniest thing I’ve heard all day,” Kristen said, wiping a tear from her eye.“It’s true,” Leslie chimed in, his tone certain.Kristen and Crystal froze mid laugh. “Are you guys serious?” they asked in unison.Michael nodded. “Dead serious. Hayden loves her. He would do anything to keep her safe . So yeah, she’s in good hands.”Kristen frowned. “When? How? He served her a divorce.”“And he’s dating someone too,” Crystal added.Michael just shrugged. “There are things we can't say and maybe only Hayden can answer them.”***In the car, Briella pressed a torn piece of her dress against Hayden’s bleeding arm. Blood soaked through quickly. Her hands trembled. She didn’t care that they were so close. But Hayd
Leslie and Michael hadn’t wronged her, and for that, Briella held no resentment. Whatever storm was brewing in her chest wasn’t their fault. So Briella kept whatever pain she carried tucked away. They didn’t deserve her bitterness.“You guys are welcome to join us,” she murmured, her voice soft, slightly above the music in the background. It was all she could manage, pretending to be okay.Hayden’s eyes stayed locked on her. She could feel them burning into her skin, but she didn’t care or acknowledge him at least, that’s what she told herself. Deep down, she blamed him. If their marriage hadn’t fallen apart, maybe… just maybe none of this would be happening and she wouldn't feel so lost.She grabbed the glass in front of her and downed a long gulp of alcohol, letting the bitterness bite her throat. She wanted it to burn, wanted to feel anything other than the ache curled up in her chest.Minutes later, the pressure in her bladder grew.“I need to use the restroom,” she muttered, sett
Briella knew that she wasn't safe. Not after what she saw on Jaylen’s phone too.So she drove straight to the C & K law firm. The firm her best friends had built from scratch. A large, bold plaque gleamed at the entrance: C & K Legal Practitioners. It was her first time stepping in.She didn’t call or give them heads up, she just prayed that they should be around because she needed them now.Inside, the place was busy, phones ringing, printers humming, suited staff moving with purpose. It was hard to believe that just a few months ago, this was just a dream over coffee and late-night brainstorming sessions. Now, they are one of the fastest-rising firms here, no news about these ladies being one of the best in London.But she wasn’t here for the success story. She was here because she had nowhere else to go.Kristen’s assistant smiled apologetically. “Someone’s with her at the moment.”Crystal wasn’t around either.Briella sat quietly in the waiting area, hands clasped tightly in her