22 Shelved Dreams Five Years Later The mall buzzed with life. Carts rolled across polished floors, children tugged at their parents’ hands, and clusters of shoppers filled the aisles with chatter that rose and fell like a tide. The air was laced with the scent of fried snacks from the food court and the faint, sterile chill of air conditioning.Behind one of the counters stood Tessy, dressed in the mall’s uniform. The scanner beeped rhythmically in her hand as she swiped items across it, calling out totals with a tired but steady voice.Exhaustion clung to her face, subtle lines of weariness softening her features, but her beauty hadn’t dimmed. Her wavy black hair was pulled into a practical ponytail, her ember-hued eyes catching the overhead light whenever she looked up. Her lips, small and quirked naturally at the edges, still held a kind of quiet grace.She was no longer the girl she’d been years ago. She had grown into a striking young woman but her life circumstances hadn’t gr
21Strings in the DarkAlexander Smith dropped Victoria off at her penthouse before heading toward the Smith mansion.Victoria narrowed her eyes, her lips curling into a mocking smile.“I don’t understand, Alex. Why can’t I follow you back to the mansion? Do you think I don’t know my way around? Or where I live?” Her tone dripped with disdain, like she was being cast aside.Alex’s jaw flexed, his expression carved from stone. “Your supposed holiday in my mansion is over. Go back to your penthouse where you belong. You won’t be stepping foot in the Smith mansion again, until I say so.”Her voice sharpened. “I have the same right to the Smith mansion as you, as anyone else. You can’t just decide when I leave or stay. I’m tired of being ordered around like a child.”“Victoria.” His voice cracked like a whip, silencing her protest. “You need to reflect on your actions. Until you do, you are not welcome in my home. You are a bad influence, on my child, and on everyone else around you.” The
20Confusion Alexander Smith stood at the top of Grams’ house, where a narrow staircase led to the rooftop balcony. From there, the whole neighborhood stretched out like a quiet painting. The dim streetlights flickered against the cobblestone paths, and the cool night breeze carried faint traces of laughter that still lingered from the party below.Alex leaned against the rails, staring down at the yard. Most of the guests had already left. Midnight had long passed, and the first whispers of dawn were still tucked behind the horizon. The once lively celebration now looked hollow just a few figures moving about, clearing tables and packing away decorations.He sighed, his jaw tightening, brows furrowing with thoughts he didn’t want to name.“Alex!”The familiar voice pulled him from his silence. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was, but he did anyway, catching sight of Margaret climbing the last few steps.“You’re here,” she said, a little breathless. “I’ve been searching for you
19 CaughtRyan carried Tessy back to her house, back to the safety of her room. He set her gently on the bed. She hadn’t said a word since he pulled her away from the party, and the silence gnawed at him. Tessy was never like this.He furrowed his brows, sighing before lowering himself beside her.“Tessy… are you okay? I’m sorry about earlier.” His voice was careful, almost pleading. “Victoria, she’s just… too much sometimes. She acts irrationally, but she isn’t wicked. She likes to make fun, to provoke. But when you get on her good side, you’ll see she has a better side.”He was trying to console her, to soften the edges of what happened. But his words only made her chest tighten.Tessy finally lifted her gaze. Her face was pale, drained, her voice hoarse. Veronica words hurt her, it broke her, even though no single tears was shed, she was wrecked internally. “I thought you said she wouldn’t be there. Why was she?” Her question cut him, and guilt pressed on his chest.“I… She…” He s
18Fractures“Yes, it’s her. I don’t even know what she’s doing here. She is so out of place.”A ripple of cruel laughter followed. Tessy’s cheeks burned, but she stood upright, refusing to let herself be walked on, ready to talk back.“Ronda! I am not a slave. I’m just here helping,” Tessy defended.Victoria snickered. “Helping? Well, I didn’t know help was invited tonight. Or did you confuse the café with the ballroom?”Tessy gulped, her gaze wavering on Victoria. Ryan had told her she wouldn’t be coming, but the moment she saw her, Tessy knew it was only a matter of time before trouble brewed between them. Ryan didn’t even know about the conversation she and Victoria once had. Tessy had decided not to trouble him with it. He’d been surprised when she asked if Victoria was coming to the party but she had dismissed it quickly, refusing to explain.Victoria stepped closer, her heels clicking like a predator circling prey. She tilted her glass lazily, her eyes gleaming.“Tell me, Tessy
17The Fall Before Them AllThe arrival of the Smith family had been nothing short of grand. Their polished cars rolled up one after the other, sleek and commanding, and heads turned almost instinctively. Eyes widening in awe.Whispers rippled across the garden, reminding everyone of just how wealthy Grams truly was, how much money, class, and power they carried with them. It was as though their very presence reinforced the Smith legacy, power, money, and class wrapped into one spectacle. And somehow, it made Grams shine even brighter in the eyes of everyone present.The party was already in full swing. Long rows of lights twinkled overhead like fallen stars caught in the branches, casting a golden glow on everything beneath while laughter and chatter rippled through the air. The air was thick with the aroma of grilled meat from one corner, laughter mingling with the crisp clinking of glasses from the drinks stand, and the warm chatter of old friends reuniting.When the Master of Cere