The city pulsed with a restless energy, its neon lights reflecting in the black sheen of a sedan. Ethan Lockwood’s luxury sedan slid through the ever-bustling street.Ethan gazed out of the tinted window, watching the late-night bustle of downtown life, feeling the weight of another long day. It wasn’t just the fatigue of work but his personal life. His marriage, once the picture of stability was now crumbling in front of him into a bitter divorce. Peace was now a distant dream and all he wanted was silence.It wasn’t love lost and perhaps that should have been a consolation. Amanda had fallen out of love with him years ago and their relationship had boiled down to cold exchanges and silence. The divorce was impending but he never expected her to have fallen in love with someone else and for him to walk onto the sight of her cheatingAs he mulled over this for the thousandth time, his fingers drummed lightly on his thigh, an unconscious tick.Sitting in the back of the car was slowly
“where was he last night?” Amanda asked with a raised brow.“I am not at liberty to discuss Master Ethan or his dealings.” Arthur replied as decently as he could even though he did not want to deal with the mean and spiteful woman who was once the wife of Ethan Lockwood. Now, she was just his cheating ex who was staying in the house till alimony and property dividing was decided by the lawyer.Whipped in the love that Amanda once had for him, Ethan hadn’t even thought of a prenup. Boy, did he regret it now.Even as he walked through his front door, he dreaded coming face to face with her.“what’s for breakfast?” he asked Arthur, his loyal butler who had been with him ever since he was a little boy.“French toast sir, your favorite.” He smiled.“I don’t like it.” Amanda spoke up.“Then it’s a blessing I did not have enough made for you.” Arthur glared as he walked away.“Where were you?” She confronted Ethan who was on the way to his room.“not your business.” He replied, trying to get
“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. Ano
“What are you doing?” Ellie opened an eye as Minnie walked around the house getting ready, “you just got paid! Why are you going to work?”“I can’t leave my job just because he met me twice!” Minnie exclaimed as she put her glasses on, “What if he stops? Then what? It’s been only two nights. I can’t rely on him.”“You’re right. Milk him till you get a house.” Ellie replied as she went back to bed.Minnie chuckled. It was good luck that she had found him two days in a row but she wasn’t anyone special. He would not be there every week. She would continue her work till she had a stable job as a lawyer.It wasn’t a job she liked but the restaurant was a five star one and the tips were good. Even as she made her way to the restaurant and put her apron on, she made sure she looked prim and proper. The high profile people there tended to pay better tips when she looked clean and pretty.“There's a customer who’s a regular. She’s brought a party of people with her. Your table.” Another waitr
“What do you mean you hired a law student as your aide?” Jack frowned.“She stepped in and pulled out a law that my own lawyer knew nothing about. And she didn’t even have to! In fact she endangered her own job by doing it.” Ethan reasoned, “I need someone on my side who wants to be good for me out of their own goodwill.”“Why don’t I join you on Saturday? And I will also talk to her and see if she is trustworthy… You still trust the old lawyer?” Jake asked and Ethan shrugged explaining that he didn’t really trust him but since he knew so many company secrets, he didn’t want to fully lose him.Jake was Ethan’s long time friend. He had known him ever since Ethan had started working at the company. Jake was the financial advisor and the only one that Ethan trusted blindly.He looked younger than his age, his sandy brown hair laid in tousled curls and he was rarely found in a suit like everyone else but wore neat shirts instead.“Amanda is really doing a number on you, huh?” Jake looked
“Sir? You have a letter.” Arthur tried and failed to get his employer’s attention as he walked in.“Sir!” he ran behind Ethan who was quickly making his way into his room.“Now Ethan is that any way to ignore your own butler?” A female voice stopped Ethan in his tracks.“Oh god no.” he thought to himself before swivelling around to find a middle-aged woman standing with a curt smile.“Mom?” He mumbled, more aghast than surprised as she walked over and hugged him.“Oh my baby. How are you?” She smiled. Ethan hesitantly hugged him back. His mother, Marlena Lockwood, had left the country on a cruise nearly a year ago and had vowed not to reappear for the entirety of her retirement. If she was here, it meant that she wanted something.“Now, where is Amanda?” Marlena smiled brightly waiting for her daughter-in-law to appear.“Uhm, right. I couldn’t get a message through to you.” He sighed, scratching the back of his head, “Uhm mom. Amanda and I are getting a divorce…”His mother gasped as
Taking a deep breath, Minnie knocked on the rotting wood door that was once the color blue. “I don’t have any money for you!” A gruff voice yelled out from within. “Mom? It’s me.” Minnie called out and pushed the door slightly. It was rotten enough to open on its own.“What do you want?” The voice replied from within. The floor was strewn with clothes and rotting food. A few cats walked around the house, seeming emaciated and nearly feral. Her nose crinkled at the smell of Cat feces and rotten food along with what must be some sort of decay.“Mom?” Minnie walked to where she knew the woman would be- The bedroom. The once glorious house with its homey and cozy look was now in shambles and unrecoverable. The bedroom where they had spent many a night as a family, laughing and chatting was now a hoarding nightmare. Random junk lined the room and the stench was intolerable. The mattress itself had rotted around the woman that Minnie once knew as her mother.She had aged… looking far beyo
Biting the edge of her nail, Minnie stared out the window, watching the birds soar freely in the sky. For a brief moment, she wondered what it would feel like to be them—to escape the weight of her troubles and have nothing but open skies ahead of her.She sat on the edge of her bed, her legs pulled up against her chest, the faint hum of traffic below filling the silence of her small apartment. The late morning light streamed through the window, illuminating the tangle of sheets she hadn't bothered to fix. She hadn’t slept much, anyway.Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced down and saw Ethan’s name flashing on the screen. Her chest tightened. He was calling Ruby.Her finger hovered over the screen, debating whether or not to answer. The rational part of her wanted to let it go to voicemail. She knew she shouldn’t pick up—the more time she spent with him, the harder it became to keep her distance. But she answered. She always did.“Hey, you.” Her voice came
Sunlight filtered through the arched windows of the private bridal boutique, casting golden pools of light across ivory silks and glimmering chiffons. Minnie stood in front of a full-length mirror, her reflection fractured between fabric swatches and the weight of a future she hadn’t quite chosen.Ellie flitted around her like a bright, persistent butterfly—lifting veils, holding shoes against her calves, tucking and pinning lace with the efficiency of a born stylist.“Oh my god, this one,” Ellie gasped, holding up a sleek satin gown with delicate spaghetti straps. “It’s so simple. So you. Look at the neckline—it’s subtle but sexy. Classic Audrey Hepburn vibes.”Minnie turned toward the gown slowly, heart thudding with quiet apprehension. She hadn’t wanted this. Not the fittings, not the dress, not the attention. And yet, the idea of disappointing Ellie—or looking back one day and regretting not choosing something beautiful—had pushed her into agreeing.The gown Ellie held was unlike
The office was unusually quiet.Minnie Love had made it her mission to keep her head down and stay invisible. She timed her lunch break to avoid crowds, dodged the elevator when she knew Ethan might be using it, and pretended to be far more engrossed in data entries than she truly was. Her wound still ached—a dull throb that mirrored the confusion pressing against her chest—but she didn’t have the luxury to tend to either.Especially not with Marlena Lockwood’s words echoing in her head like a threat dressed as opportunity.Marry Ethan Lockwood, or risk everything being exposed. Her past. Ruby. The truth she’d buried so deep it had begun to feel like a bad dream.And now? That dream was one signature away from becoming her reality.Minnie kept her gaze fixed on her monitor even as she felt Ethan’s presence in every room he walked into. His silence was louder than his voice ever could be. He hadn’t approached her since the moment his eyes widened in stunned disbelief at the revelation
The morning light filtered in through the grand windows of the Lockwood family mansion, casting long shadows over the marble floors. Ethan sat at the dining table, absently stirring his coffee, the dark circles under his eyes telling the story of sleepless nights. The past few days had felt like a blur—his thoughts, his emotions, a never-ending tide of confusion and uncertainty.The kiss.It played over and over again in his mind like a broken record, the press of Minnie’s lips against his, the spark that shot through him when their mouths had met. But he had left. He’d bolted like a coward, unable to make sense of the feelings that had been awakened. It had been a mistake, he told himself. Nothing more. It couldn’t be more. It wasn’t like she felt the same.Ethan ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. And yet, there was no escaping the nagging thought at the back of his mind. She had kissed him back. There had been something real there, hadn’t there?A soft chime of the doorbe
The Lockwood townhouse was an architectural masterpiece—ornate crown molding, polished mahogany floors, and chandeliers that sparkled like they held secrets in every crystal drop. But none of that grandeur mattered to Minnie as she stepped through the threshold, her steps uncertain, her heart thudding a little too loudly in her chest.She had been summoned. No explanation. Just a message from Marlena Lockwood herself: “Come to the townhouse. Alone.”Now, she stood in the drawing room, surrounded by silent opulence, waiting.The rain outside was beginning to fall heavily, beating against the windows with the same intensity she could feel in her chest. A sense of foreboding weighed on her, pressing down on her lungs with every breath. She felt like she was standing in the middle of a storm—both literal and metaphorical.Marlena entered with the grace of a queen in full command of her court. She wore a fitted navy suit and a brooch that glinted like a dagger. Her heels clicked against th
The rain came down in a fine mist, streaking against the sleek windows of the Blue Orchid Café, a discreet and upscale bistro nestled in a quiet corner of the city. It was the sort of place where secrets could be exchanged over espresso without ever being noticed—private booths, shadowed corners, and staff trained not to see too much.Marlena Lockwood sat in the farthest booth, back straight, spine taut, and lips pursed with the kind of practiced poise only decades of high society could mold. Across from her sat a man in his late forties, silver streaking his neatly combed hair, a plain black folder clutched in his hand like a loaded weapon.“Let’s be clear, Mr. Brandt,” she said, voice cold as the rain outside. “I didn’t pay for gossip or speculation. I want verifiable truth.”Mr. Brandt inclined his head. “Of course, Mrs. Lockwood. I always deliver.”With a deft flick, he opened the folder and pushed it across the table. Marlena hesitated only for a moment before slipping on her gla
The room was cold. The polished mahogany table in the center of the family conference room gleamed under the harsh overhead lights, but it did little to warm the tension that had settled like a storm cloud. Marlena Lockwood sat at the head of the table, her eyes sharp and calculating as she surveyed the three people gathered before her: her two sons, Hunter and Ethan, and Amanda, Hunter’s fiancée.Ethan sat back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression a mixture of disinterest and barely contained frustration. His mind was elsewhere—far away from this forced family gathering. He had never liked the way Marlena conducted her meetings. They felt more like power plays, her every word carefully calculated to manipulate them into submission. And today was no different.Hunter, his older brother, sat beside Amanda, his hand resting possessively on hers. Amanda, with her perfectly styled blonde hair and smile that never quite reached her eyes, was looking at Marlena expectantly. It was cle
Minnie sat alone in her apartment, the quiet of the space wrapping around her like a heavy blanket. The silence was both comforting and unnerving—comforting because it allowed her the space to think, to breathe, but unnerving because it was a stark contrast to the chaos of the past week.She glanced at the clock. It had been a few hours since Ethan left, and though he’d promised to come back, Minnie found herself unable to shake the feeling of loneliness creeping into her bones. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate Ellie’s presence—Ellie was always a steady friend—but the silence of the apartment felt hollow without the steady sound of Ethan’s voice, his reassuring presence, his careful attention.The pain in her leg throbbed again, reminding her that the physical toll of the ordeal wasn’t over. The burns on her skin, the bruises, the general fatigue of the past few days—it was all still there, lingering like an uninvited guest.Minnie adjusted herself on the couch, the cushions sinki
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. The hum of the city outside, with its distant car horns and murmurs, felt like a world away from the small apartment that Minnie and Ellie shared. Minnie lay in bed, her body sore, the deep ache in her muscles a constant reminder of everything she had endured in the past week. Her head throbbed, her leg was stiff, and every movement she made felt like it sent waves of pain through her already exhausted body.But what was worse than the physical pain was the emotional toll. She could still feel the weight of the court case, the tension, the fight for justice, and now the aftermath. Cressida’s arrest was a relief, but it hadn’t washed away the burden. Instead, it had left her with a hollow feeling. Her body was broken, and her heart was trying to process everything. The fear, the anxiety, the unrelenting feeling that she couldn’t breathe—it was too much.Minnie’s irritation bubbled to the surface, and
The evening light was dim as it streamed through the curtains, casting soft, ethereal shadows over the room. Minnie lay in her bed, her body aching with the familiar, insistent throb of bruises and scrapes. The warmth of the room was a small comfort against the gnawing feeling in her chest. The past few days had been a blur—filled with tension, courtrooms, revelations, and a sense of finality that had both empowered and broken her all at once.Despite the verdict, despite Cressida Vale’s incarceration, Minnie felt weary in a way that went beyond the physical. She had uncovered the truth, saved a colleague’s career, and walked away with a piece of her soul shattered, but whole. The victory was supposed to feel like relief, but it felt like a heavy weight, one that she couldn’t quite shake off.She had been so focused on the case, on the goal of revealing the truth, that she hadn’t given herself a moment to breathe. Her body ached from the torture it had endured, the bruises and scars n