로그인The rooftop lounge overlooked nearly all of Manhattan.Rainwater still clung to the glass railings from the earlier storm, reflecting the city lights below in blurred streaks of gold and white. The air carried that cold post-rain chill that made everything feel quieter than usual.Scarlett sat across from Cassian near the edge of the terrace, one leg crossed over the other as she absentmindedly stirred the drink in front of her.Neither of them had touched their food much which said enough already.Cassian leaned back in his chair slightly, his dark coat folded neatly beside him. His eyes remained fixed on the city ahead for a long moment before he finally spoke.“You know,” he said calmly, “we’ve both become terrible at this.”Scarlett glanced up. “At what?”“Our little revenge strategy.”A faint laugh escaped her. “That’s dramatic.”“It’s accurate.”She studied him carefully now,there was no mockery in his tone.No criticism.It was just an observation which somehow made it feel mor
“Make that two iced lattes, please,” Elise said smoothly, stopping the waiter just before he walked away. Only after placing the order did she slide into the booth opposite Diane, moving with the ease of someone who had already decided she belonged there.Diane removed her sunglasses immediately, her expression tightening as her eyes locked onto Elise.“I said we could be partners,” she said, her voice low and edged with irritation, “not you as my shadow. How do you always know where I am?”Elise didn’t answer right away.She adjusted slightly in her seat, crossing one leg over the other, her movements unhurried, deliberate. The café around them buzzed with soft conversation and clinking glassware, but their corner felt… separate. Quieter. Like something heavier had settled into the space between them.“You’re predictable,” Elise said finally, her tone light but her gaze sharp. Diane frowned. “That doesn’t explain how you found me.”Elise’s lips curved faintly. “You underestimate how
“Langford as in-”“-yes, that Langford,” Elise replied smoothly. “The daughter who just got back. I am her.”Diane stared at her, still trying to reconcile the calm confidence in front of her with the chaos still ringing in her ears from moments ago.“I didn’t expect you to be… so-”“I didn’t expect you to be faking a pregnancy either,” Elise cut in lightly, settling onto Diane’s bed as though she had every right to be there. She bounced once against the mattress, relaxed, unbothered. “But here we are. Let’s not waste time on expectations.”Diane’s expression hardened immediately.She moved to the door and locked it, the sharp click slicing through the tension.“What do you mean by ‘partners’?” she asked, turning back slowly.Elise didn’t answer right away.Her gaze drifted lazily around the room, taking in every detail with quiet precision, as if she were mapping it in her head. When her eyes finally returned to Diane, they were sharper now. Focused.“It means,” she said calmly, “you
The room felt too quiet.Diane sat at the edge of her bed, her fingers gripping the fabric of her dress so tightly it wrinkled beneath her palms. The soft glow from the bedside lamp cast shadows across the walls, making everything feel smaller, tighter-like the air itself was closing in on her.Christine stood near the window, her back straight, her presence commanding even in stillness. She hadn’t touched anything since she walked in, as though the room itself didn’t deserve her imprint.Diane exhaled slowly, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her.“This is getting out of hand,” she said finally, her voice low but strained. “I didn’t think it would go this far.”Christine didn’t turn immediately. When she did, it was slow, deliberate, her expression composed in a way that made Diane feel even more unsettled.“It went exactly as far as it needed to,” Christine replied.Diane shook her head. “You don’t understand. He’s starting to pay attention. He’s asking questions-subtle on
The rain came down harder than ever.Cold. Relentless. Blinding.It soaked through Scarlett’s clothes, clung to her skin, ran down her face in streams that mixed with something far more desperate. Her hair stuck to her cheeks, her lashes heavy with water as she pushed forward through the park, her eyes scanning frantically.“Theo!”Her voice broke against the storm.People were leaving now-parents gathering their children, footsteps quickening, umbrellas opening. The park that had been full of laughter minutes ago was dissolving into chaos and motion.But Scarlett saw none of it.Only absence.Only the space where her son had been.Her chest tightened painfully with every second that passed. Her breathing came fast, uneven-on the verge of collapse.“Theo!” she shouted again, louder this time, panic bleeding through her voice.Nothing.Just rain.Just wind.Just the sound of her own heartbeat crashing in her ears.Then-“Mommy! Mommy!! A frog!!”The voice cut through everything.Small.
‘And since when do you like chocolate ice cream?’ Roxy asked as she watched Scarlett take a big bite into her ice cream cone.‘Since today, my friend’ Scarlett answered, tilting her head back as she closed her eyes, the chocolate goodness melting into her taste buds ‘I want to try something new’‘Great!!!’Scarlett almost jumped at Roxy’s scream as she turned to face the blonde haired woman sitting beside her who was now smiling from ear to ear.“Um-girl, am I missing something here? What’s in this chocolate ice cream that’s making you so happy?”“Nothing at all”, Roxy replied, sliding her tongue on her own swirl “I’m just happy you are open to trying ‘new’ things and not just the vanilla because you’re used to it.”Scarlett stared back at her startled before finally understanding what Roxy meant “When did you find out?”“That same day my friend, Theo told me all about the awesome day he had with dad and mum at the aquarium and I just put two and two together, waking up in the middle
The organ’s last notes faded into the silence of the chapel, leaving only the faint rustle of designer fabrics and murmured condolences. The Ashbourne funeral was supposed to be a statement of legacy, but all anyone could think about now was the ghost who had returned wearing heels sharp enough to
Manhattan.The sky above was a shade of blue that felt staged-too immaculate for a funeral. But Charles Ashbourne would have wanted it this way,a large crowd and unforgettable headlines.Outside the grand chapel,velvet ropes lined the cobblestones, struggling to hold back the swarm of paparazzi and
Four years later. Napa Valley- California.Sunlight poured through the windows of Scarlett’s estate, dancing across the gleaming Italian floors. Outside, her home was nestled in between rows of lush vineyards that stretched into the hills like something out of a fairytale. A vintage crystal chande
The front door shut quietly behind Scarlett as she walked timidly behind her husband and his family. It had been a long day of one of their unending social events and they had been outside giving fake smiles and poses for the media and newspaper covers. One would think that she would finally have







