ANMELDENThe sound of porcelain cracking against marble echoed sharply through the dining room.Diane flinched as a thin stream of coffee spilled across the pristine white tablecloth, dripping slowly from the overturned cup before one of the maids rushed forward in panic.“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Ashbourne-”“Leave it.”Christine’s voice was calm.Too calm.The maid froze instantly before retreating with a quiet apology.Diane sat stiffly in her chair, her fingers tightening beneath the table as she watched Christine dab delicately at her hand with a napkin like nothing had happened at all.Meanwhile, Grant watched everything in silenceAnd somehow this past week ,that silence had become the most suffocating thing to Diane in his presence lately.Outside, Manhattan disappeared beneath heavy gray clouds, the storm from the night before still lingering in the air. The Ashbourne estate felt cold and darker because of it, shadows stretching across the enormous dining room while untouched breakfast sat g
The penthouse was unusually quiet when Scarlett stepped inside. The soft sound of a television drifted from the living room, accompanied by occasional muffled laughter and the buttery scent of popcorn. Scarlett slipped off her heels near the entrance, flexing her sore toes against the marble floor before loosening the collar of her blouse.“Please tell me there’s food left,” she called tiredly as she walked further inside.Roxy’s voice immediately rang out from the living room.“Depends. Are you asking nicely or in billionaire?”Scarlett laughed softly under her breath.“Definitely asking in exhausted.”She entered the living room to find Roxy sprawled dramatically across the enormous cream sofa, blonde hair spilling below the sofa’s headrest, one leg hanging over the side, a giant bowl of popcorn balanced carelessly on her stomach. Some reality dating show played on the television, colorful lights flashing across the screen while two contestants screamed at each other over champagne
The 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 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
Scarlett stared at her reflection in the motel’s bathroom cracked mirror. Her once glossy hair now sat in uneven clusters. Her face was white and her skin was pale. She could barely recognize herself, she looked like a ghostShe took the scissors again and cut her hair shorter, one snip after anoth







