“He isn’t coming. I should accept another client.” Minnie thought to herself as she cursed her heels for being so high. She had been standing at the street corner from the past hour. It had been the same time that she had met Ethan the week before. It was so obvious that he wasn’t coming. What were the chances that he even remembered her? He probably had many girls that he hired.
As an aging and balding man approached her, she decided to accept his offer and smiled at him.
“Hey sugar. What’s a man gotta do to get some company around here?” He asked, his hand touching her hip.
Steeling herself from the stench of alcohol that dripped from him, she smiled brighter, “I’m good company… for a price.” Her voice was higher than normal and she tried seeming as feminine and attractive as she could.
“I got a full wallet and an empty bed if you say so.” He said and before she could even respond he began leading her to his car by her hand.
“Oh… yeah...” She mumbled, listlessly following him. Another night pleasuring a strange man… she did not know how she did it but she would switch the conscious part of her brain off and simply push through as if it were second nature.
“Ruby?” Ethan’s voice burst through the daze she was in and her head snapped back to see him pull up in his Audi.
“Oh. Sorry sir. This is a prepaid session.” She laughed nervously as she wrangled her hand away from the man and made her way towards Ethan. The man called her colorful names as he approached another woman who stood close-by.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed you-“ He began but was cut off by the girl.
“Please don’t. He smelled like he lived in a whisky factory. So… Two days in a row. You gotta be careful honey, you're gonna get addicted to me.” She smiled, her charm coming back to her now.
Ethan chuckled, his dimple showing up and making him look even more handsome which she didn’t think was possible.
“I just… uhm. Enjoyed last night. So, are you free?” He asked grinned as she nodded.
The car door was opened for her and the girl got in, happy to have lucked out. If it was to be anything like the night before, she would make bank!
“We are doing something a little different today. If you don’t mind.” He said as the car pulled away. Ruby’s heart beat a tad faster. Was he about to ask her to do something for him? Well, why did it matter. She was a prostitute. She knew men only hired her for one thing.
“Whatever you need.” She combed her hair back and turned to him.
“Dinner.” He replied.
“Dinner?” She asked, confused.
“I haven’t eaten.”
“I… I am in a mask, if we go anywhere, people will know I am a sex worker. I… am not taking this mask off.” She said, a note of nervousness in her voice that was immediately picked up by her.
“Don’t worry. I took care of that.” Ethan pulled into what looked like a high-end restaurant, except it seemed to be shut.
“It’s closed.” Minnie pointed out as he got out of his car and opened her door.
“I know. I shut it down… I don’t like eating with a crowd.” He explained as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Of course.” She breathed out. The walk into the restaurant was nerve racking for her but when she walked in, she saw only one table set up with low lights around it and what seemed like two glasses of champagne.
“This almost seems Romantic honey.” She chuckled, “Are you sure you’re not falling there?”
Ethan watched as the girl took off her coat and sat on the chair, her dress was pure lace and uncomfortably short. She tugged at it as she sat. He took a napkin and placed it on her bare thighs, hoping it would help her. She didn’t say a word but the shine in her eyes showed that she appreciated the gesture.
“So why bring me to dinner?” she asked, resting her chin on her fingers.
“You seem to be young. Maybe early twenties and your face is masked meaning you still have a reputation to protect. You’re probably a college student putting herself through college. You’re stick thin and constantly chewing on gum meaning you’re using it to not feel as hungry.”
“you’re assuming a lot.” She frowned, her ego slighted.
“And am I assuming wrong?”
“I don’t need your pity.” She crossed her arms in defiance.
“I don’t pity you. You want something and you’re getting it. Kudos to you. All I am doing is giving you dinner. Consider it part of the payment.” He replied, staring into her dark eyes.
She stared right back, assessing if he truly had good intentions. However, she was hungry and the only meal she had had was this morning's breakfast. The money he had given her was meant for her education and she had not spent it on herself.
“I am hungry.” She replied, almost defeated.
“Me too.” He smiled as a waiter walked over and offered them menus.
“So. What do you want from me? Any particular… service?” Minnie touched his hand.
Ethan looked down at her delicate fingers and shook her head, “I haven’t had a single dinner where I haven’t spoken about stocks or business decisions and I want a conversation, that’s it.”’
“Great. Personality isn’t my strong suit you know.” She chuckled, withdrawing her hand.
“I beg to differ.” He replied, “So, what do you like to do in your spare time.”
“I… wouldn’t know what spare time was if it hit me in the face.” Joking, she thought back to the last hobby she had, “But I enjoyed horseback riding as a child.”
“Horses? Really? Who would have pegged you as a horse girl.”
“I am not a horse girl!” She exclaimed with faux indignation, “I just liked them a normal amount!”
“Did you ever sleep next to a horse in its stable?” he raised a brow as if daring her to answer.
Her eyes narrowed before she conceded, “yes I have…”
“Total horse-girl!” he laughed.
The girl giggled and looked at him. Even his laugh was rich!
The evening was the best dinner that she had in a long time… the only dinner, actually.
“ will you be going back to work?” He asked as she got into his car.
“I won’t… I will be going home.” She replied.
“How? A car?”
“I’ll walk.”
“What?” Ethan turned to her, “It’s nearly 3 am... why would you walk home! It’s dangerous. I’ll drop you”
“I… I can’t” She frowned, “I’m sorry. I know you’re not a bad person but-“
“But you don’t want anyone knowing who you really are. I know Ruby but…I just can’t have you being unsafe.” His brow furrowed.
“Okay uhm, what if you drop me a block away?” She offered. This wasn’t ideal but it was better than the alternative for him.
Ethan agreed to do so and drove her a block away from her home. Before she got out he handed her an envelope and bid her goodnight.
As soon as his car was out of sight, she took her mask off and removed her wig, hoping no one had seen her. Quickly rushing, she made it to her home and knocked. Knowing Ethan he had a lot of cash in the envelope and she did not want to get mugged!
“Coming, coming!” Ellie opened the door, her hello kitty eye mask sitting on her messy head of hair, “What?” She glared through half shut eyes.
“Ethan came back!” Minnie exclaimed and the girl was immediately awake at that.
“Oh my gosh, come in.” She squealed excitedly. They rushed over to the couch and opened the envelope. A silence overtook them as Ellie counted the money.
“This….is 50k.” Ellie looked up at Minnie who gasped.
“What did you guys do?” she asked but before the girl could reply, she pulled out a note from the envelope.
“Thanks for the night. You are my favorite distraction.”
“Oh my God girl.” Ellie blushed.
“It’s just a “Thank You” note.” Minnie insisted as she took the note, “Keep the money with you for a bit, will you? I don’t really have a secure place to keep it.”
“Sure.” Ellie smirked as she noticed Minnie fold up the note and keep it in her diary. She may act like she did not like the note but Ellie knew.
The morning sun had a gentle way of spilling over the bay windows of their new home—so different from the thunder, sleet, and storms that had framed the darker chapters of their past. Here, there was quiet. Here, there was warmth.Minnie stood barefoot in the kitchen, clad in one of Ethan’s shirts, her fingers wrapped around a mug of jasmine tea. The silence of the house was comforting—fragile, but soft, like a paper lantern. Outside, the city buzzed as it always did, but inside, time slowed.Ethan walked in moments later, towel draped over his shoulders, fresh from a morning run. He looked at her for a long second—just looked. And she offered a small smile. Their language had changed since everything; it was subtler now, tender in a way that only two scarred souls could manage.“Tea?” she offered.He nodded. “Thanks.”She poured him a cup and passed it over. Their fingers brushed, and neither flinched. Small victories.They sat at the breakfast nook, the air between them filled with
The grand ballroom of the Lockwood estate gleamed beneath the glow of twin crystal chandeliers, each one older than the estate itself and imported from a forgotten French palace. They cast kaleidoscopic reflections across the polished marble floors—light sparkling like champagne bubbles bursting midair. The subtle perfume of white roses and sandalwood drifted on the air as music swelled gently in the background—refined jazz played by a live quartet tucked into the far corner. This wasn’t merely a party. It was a moment decades in the making.Tonight was a celebration. Of love. Of survival. Of victory.Ethan Lockwood stood near the towering arched windows that framed the estate’s moonlit gardens, a glass of aged Macallan scotch in his hand. The black tailored suit he wore hugged him like royalty, no tie, just the open-collar ease of a man comfortable in his power. He looked out over the crowd, seeing not faces but journeys—board members who once doubted him, clients who had turned away
Cassie folded her arms, leaning against the doorway with one eyebrow raised as she watched Ellie spin in front of the mirror for the third time."Okay," Cassie said dryly. "Either you're auditioning for a perfume commercial, or you're going on a date with a guy who used to be a total mess."Ellie paused mid-spin, smoothing down the flowy teal dress she had chosen—one that clung in all the right places but still looked effortlessly casual. “Can’t it be both?”Cassie smirked. “Just making sure you’re aware you said yes to Hunter. You know… Hunter Lockwood. Formerly engaged to She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, casually tried to burn down his brother’s life?”Ellie reached for her earrings. “He didn’t try to burn it down. He just… temporarily lost his moral compass.”Cassie rolled her eyes. “His compass was on fire and spinning wildly. And now you’re his north star?”Ellie paused, then looked at herself in the mirror. “He’s changed, Cass. You’ve seen it. He’s calm now. He’s funny. He actually l
The clink of porcelain against marble echoed softly in the Lockwood estate's sun-drenched kitchen. Marlena stood at the counter, pouring a second cup of coffee, her sharp eyes scanning through the financial pages. She looked up when she heard Ethan’s footsteps, her son walking in with that look on his face—the one she recognized from when he was a boy, about to ask for something bold.“Sit,” she said without looking, sliding him a cup. “You’ve got that expression again.”Ethan smirked, pulling out the stool across from her. “What expression?”“The one that usually ends with me getting a phone call from a private investigator or a very confused lawyer.”He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “No lawyers involved this time. Promise.”“That’s a relief.”He took a sip and looked at her. Really looked at her.There were still fine creases around her eyes, but they’d softened lately. The Marlena of the last few weeks had thawed—not completely, of course—but enough to let warmth peek thr
Chapter: The Interview That Changed EverythingThe studio lights were almost blinding, but Ethan Lockwood sat with his back straight, jaw tight, and expression calm. He wore a crisp black suit with a dark navy shirt beneath it—no tie. He didn’t need one to command attention. His silence spoke louder than most men’s shouts.The host, a seasoned woman in her early fifties named Lana , sat across from him. She had the reputation of being sharp, fair, and unflinchingly direct. This was not just an interview—it was a trial by media, a public reckoning. The audience knew it. So did Ethan.“Mr. Lockwood,” Lana began, her voice smooth but piercing. “You’ve had a tumultuous year. The public has followed every twist in your story. First, your unexpected engagement, then the revelation that your wife was involved in a corporate data breach, followed by a kidnapping and near-death experience. Why did you agree to this interview?”Ethan took a moment, then looked her square in the eyes. “Because t
The prison gates loomed before them, tall and gray against the cold morning light.Ethan adjusted his collar as he stepped out of the black sedan, Minnie following closebehind, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. The air was thick with tension, thoughneither of them said a word as they were escorted through security.They hadn’t come to gloat. That had never been the purpose, at least not for Minnie.But Ethan—he had questions. Questions that had clawed at the edges of his mind forweeks, demanding answers. And today, Amanda had no choice but to face them.Inside, the visiting room was just as sterile and harsh as they imagined. White walls.Metal chairs bolted to the floor. A guard stationed at every corner.Amanda was already seated.Gone was the sleek, coiffed woman who once stormed into rooms like a queen. Her hairwas disheveled, tied into a limp ponytail. Her eyes were puffy and shadowed. She didn’tlook surprised to see them—only annoyed."Oh look," she said, her voice dr