MasukTessa’s POVI locked the door to my apartment and turned off every light except the ring light I used for my livestreams. The camera was already set up on the desk. I had changed into a red top that matched my lipstick and brushed my hair until I looked like I had not just walked out of a man’s house with his hands still on me. My phone sat on the desk beside the camera, with the file Elliot had sent already downloaded. I opened the streaming app, checked the camera angle one last time, and went live.The viewer count climbed faster than I expected. People had clearly been waiting. I smiled at the camera the way I always did when I had something they wanted.“Good evening,” I greeted my viewers. “I know a lot of you have been asking where I have been. Some of you have been quite loud about it, and a few of you have been downright rude. Well, I have been working, and tonight, I am finally ready to talk, so settle in.”I leaned forward slightly so the light caught my face. Comments star
Elliot’s POVI called her from the study at a little after eight. The house was empty. The staff had left hours ago. I preferred it that way when I worked. The line rang twice before she answered.“Tessa, hello!"“Come to the house. I have something for you.”She was quiet for a second. “What kind of something?”“The kind you have been asking for. Do not bring the recorder. Do not bring anyone. Park in the back and use the side door. I will leave it unlocked.”I ended the call before she could ask anything else. Then I poured a drink and waited.She arrived thirty-seven minutes later. I heard the side door open and close. Her heels were soft on the marble as she crossed the hall. I stayed in the study until she found me. She stopped in the doorway wearing a black dress that ended above her knees and the same red lipstick she always wore when she thought she was the one in control. I did not stand.“Close the door,” I said.She closed it. I set my glass down and walked around the desk.
Katia’s POVI heard the front door open just after midnight. The house was quiet, with Aiden and Clara both asleep upstairs. I had stayed in the living room with the lights dimmed because I knew Julian would be coming home that night, and I did not want him walking into an empty room. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him without turning on the main light. Even from where I sat, I could see the dark stains on his shirt and the way he held his right hand slightly away from his body.He looked at me but did not speak immediately. I stood up and crossed the room toward him. As I approached, I could clearly smell the blood. His knuckles were split, and dried blood had settled into the lines of his skin and along the cuff of his sleeve. I reached for his hand, and he let me take it.“It is finished?” he asked and studied his face. There was no anger left in his expression, only the kind of exhaustion that settled in after something had already been done. “Are you hurt?” I asked.
Elliot's POVTessa arrived twenty minutes after I told my assistant to clear the rest of the afternoon. She walked in without knocking, closed the door behind her, and set her bag on the chair near the window like she already belonged in the room. I stayed behind the desk and watched her. She wore the same red lipstick she had on the last time we met. Her dress was tighter than the one from the hotel suite. She had come prepared.“I have something,” she said.“Sit.”She did not sit. She stayed on her feet and rested both hands on the edge of my desk. I locked the door from the panel under the surface. The click was loud enough that she heard it. Her eyes moved to the lock and then back to me. She did not ask me to open it.“Gail Windsor has not left her house in two days,” she said. “Katia went to see her yesterday. Julian did not. The staff at the estate said that old bitch called Celeste has been spending more time in the garden than usual. That is all I have so far.”I stood and wa
Elliot's POVTessa arrived twenty minutes after I told my assistant to clear the rest of the afternoon. She walked in without knocking, closed the door behind her, and set her bag on the chair near the window like she already belonged in the room. I stayed behind the desk and watched her. She wore the same red lipstick she had on the last time we met. Her dress was tighter than the one from the hotel suite. She had come prepared.“I have something,” she said.“Sit.”She did not sit. She stayed on her feet and rested both hands on the edge of my desk. I locked the door from the panel under the surface. The click was loud enough that she heard it. Her eyes moved to the lock and then back to me. She did not ask me to open it.“Gail Windsor has not left her house in two days,” she said. “Katia went to see her yesterday. Julian did not. The staff at the estate said that old bitch called Celeste has been spending more time in the garden than usual. That is all I have so far.”I stood and wa
Delia's POVI stood in the bedroom doorway and watched Noah sit on the edge of the bed with his back to me, scrolling through something on his phone like the last three weeks had not existed. He had not touched me since the night I told him Elliot had kissed me. He still came home. He still asked if I had eaten. He still slept beside me. But every time I reached for him, he found a reason to pull away, and tonight was no different.I crossed the room and sat behind him. My hands settled on his shoulders. I leaned in and pressed my mouth to the side of his neck, the same way that used to make him turn and pull me under him. He stayed still. His thumb kept moving across the screen.“Noah,” I said against his skin.“I am tired,” he answered. He did not look at me. “Long day.”I stayed there another second, waiting for him to change his mind. When he did not, I stood and walked out of the room. I did not slam the door. I picked up my keys from the bowl by the front door, locked the house
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