LOGINThe soft rustle of contract pages brushing against each other was the only sound in the office, or at least that’s what Nathan forced himself to notice. He pretended to read a clause about an acquisition, but his gaze kept drifting back to the woman across the room.The blonde woman stood in front of her personal bookshelf by the window. Her fingertips traced the spines of books Nathan had collected over the years.He knew Tessa wasn’t really reading the titles. She was just pretending to be interested while her mind wandered somewhere far away. Her posture was stiff.She had insisted on coming that day, and Nathan had agreed with relief. Leaving her alone at Hawthorne Estate, surrounded by the shadows of the past and silence, felt too heavy. But seeing her here, just a few meters away in that state, felt worse.The past few days had been the same. Tessa moved through the house like a shadow, smiling when noticed, but her eyes held a deep sadness. Her green eyes could pierce straight
Tessa’s palms were hot and slick. The smell of gunpowder and rust stung her nose. She blinked again and again, only then realizing her father was sprawled on the floor, writhing in a pool of his own blood.The hairs on her arms stood on end.She was back in that cursed room, watching her father choke on his own blood while the wound in his chest filled with the red liquid that kept spilling out. Her breath hitched. Her body locked up.Suddenly a hand shoved her down to the floor, forcing her to look up at a tall figure with a threatening gaze. Charles.“Clara died because of you,” he whispered, but it roared in her ears. “And now your father will too.”The gun lifted, aiming straight at her head. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Her eyes fixed on the finger slowly tightening on the trigger, then the gunshot split the air and everything went black.Tessa jolted upright in bed, breath snagging in her throat. She grabbed her forehead, searching for heat, blood, torn s
The world spun around Tessa. Charles suddenly stopped talking right as the echo of gunshots and screams kept ringing in her head, bouncing inside her skull without mercy. Her body shook beyond her control. She tried to tell herself it was just the cold wind at the dock, but she knew that lie wouldn’t fool anyone, least of all herself.Her eyes were locked on Charles’ body collapsed on the deck, no longer moving. The blood that had once belonged to her father, and now also to Charles, felt cold and sticky on her skin.Then Nathan appeared.He crossed the speedboat deck in long, urgent strides. Tessa watched him pass Charles’ body without even looking down. His face was tight. His jaw was clenched, and for the first time Tessa saw something cracked in his expression, like pain slipping through, even if she couldn’t read exactly what was going on inside him.“Tessa.” His voice came out rough and low, stealing the air from her lungs.Nathan dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands,
While Charles had his back to her, hefting crates, Tessa fought the handcuffs with everything she had. She tugged at the rope like she was just shifting her weight, but the way he kept watching her from the corner of his eye made it obvious he saw straight through her act. He didn’t say anything to her. Instead, he asked his partner, “That all the supplies?” “Enough to live comfortably on the boat for a month,” the man answered. On the boat? Tessa’s eyes widened. She had thought Charles planned to flee the country. She didn’t know if he was going to kill her once they were out at sea or keep her as a hostage. Either option sounded terrifying. The sound of Charles moving crates stopped. He came closer, stopped right in front of her, then crouched so they were almost at the same height. The anger in his gaze was gone. Something worse had taken its place, something she couldn’t read. “I’ve been thinking,” Charles said softly, almost whispering. “At first I was going to kill you, bu
Earlier.The car tore down the highway, slicing through the dark. Inside, tension sat heavy in the air, broken only by the growl of the engine and the crack of Nathan’s knuckles as his hands clenched into fists.Jack drove with lethal focus, swerving around potholes with practiced ease. In the back, Julian studied the map on his tablet, his face washed in cold light, all business. Tyler stared out the window, quiet with nerves, while in the middle seat Caroline curled in on herself, pale and shaking.“If this is a trap,” Nathan finally said, shattering the silence as he watched Caroline’s reflection in the mirror, “I swear you won’t live to see the sun tomorrow.”Caroline flinched, shrinking even smaller.“It’s not,” she whispered. “I know what’s waiting for me if I lie. He’s in that house. I’m sure of it.”Twenty minutes later they reached a small island after switching to a speedboat. At the top of the island sat a large house, isolated and bleak. A place that didn’t deserve the Rem
Minutes crawled by in the damp darkness of the deserted island. The wet forest floor felt painfully cold against Tessa’s bare feet. Inside her chest, a frozen emptiness had taken over ever since she watched the life fade from her father’s eyes.Her sobs had thinned into silent trembling. Each ragged breath shuddered through her, growing weaker, as if crying had drained whatever strength she had left.Her mind, numb with shock, drifted through broken, scattered images.Nathan. Where was he? Did he know what had happened? Would he come looking for her on this island?She couldn’t stay hidden forever. She had to find help. For herself. For her baby.With whatever strength she had left, Tessa wiped her face with the back of her hand, streaking her skin with her father’s dried blood, rough and dark like cracked earth. She drew a deep breath, filling her lungs with the salty night air the sea breeze carried in, then peered out carefully from behind the thick tree trunk that had been shelter







