LOGINPOV :Beatrice.Knock! knock!I heard a knock on the door.She didn't look like a woman who had just seen a tragedy. Her coat was buttoned, and her face was a mask of cold indifference. She looked at me with eyes that were far too calm for the news she was carrying."Mrs. Beatrice," she said flatly, almost bored."It’s late, Mira. Why are you at my doorstep?" I asked."I have news, come with me." she said, stepping past me into the house without even waiting for an invitation.She walked into the center of the lounge and turned to face me as she just stood there, watching me with a strange, knowing glint in her eyes. It was the look of someone holding a match near a trail of gunpowder."Talk," I said, leaning against the doorframe."There was an incident tonight," Mira began, as she spoke calmly "It happened outside Xavier’s house. A car came out of nowhere and was heading straight for Nichole."I felt my grip tighten on my phone, but I kept my face still. "And?"Mira let out a mockery
POV: NicholeWe pulled up to Xavier’s house just after ten.The drive had been quiet, just a good kind of silence of two people who had said everything and finally agreed together. I rested my head against the seat, eyes half-closed. For the first time in days, the tight knot in my chest had started to loosen.Xavier stopped the car right in front of his house. We sat there for a moment, just breathing and thinking of the last scene Raymond caused."Come on," he said softly. "You need some sleep."I nodded and reached for the door handle and that was when I saw her.Mira was standing at the front door with her arms crossed. Her hair was pulled back and her expression was filled with fury. She looked like she had been waiting a long time to explode.Xavier was still beside me when he got out of the car first, and then I followed."Mira," he said, as he shifted close to me."Don't 'Mira' me," she snapped. She stepped down into the driveway, her eyes darting between us. "Where have you b
(Beatrice pov)I was shaking, and it wasn’t because of the cold.Raymond’s words looped in my head as it kept replaying inside of me. ‘It’s your fault. It’s your fault.’ The more I replayed them, the hotter my anger burned, the kind that settles into your bones and refuses to go.I had given Raymond everything. I handled the messes, both good and bad, even had to sell my conscience at a point to satisfy him. For years, I’ve lived under his command even when I knew it wasn't right. I ruined Nichole's relationship and because he couldn't get his eyes off me. I have moved in the shadows of his ambition, staying small so he could stand tall. But tonight, he looked at me as if I were his greatest failure, rather than the reason he still had a life worth protecting.At one point, my tears surprised me. I hated that he saw me break and I had spent a lifetime making sure he saw me as a pillar, and tonight I had looked weak. I couldn't undo that moment, but I could redirect the energy this t
(Beatrice's pov)I was waiting for Richard for so long. I heard the front door before I saw him as he slammed it while entering. ‘Who must have annoyed him?’The force of it shook the walls and sent a shudder down the hallway. I knew that sound, and it meant that whatever had happened out there had followed Raymond all the way home.I set my wine glass down.I've been sitting in the lounge for two hours now. The moment our lawyer called to say Nichole had been released, I knew tonight would be ugly. I had tried to prepare myself against Raymond's coming back. I practiced my expression and poured a drink, telling myself to stay calm and handle the situation properly, that none of it mattered.Raymond walked in, and the look on his face told me the war that was coming already. His tie was loose, his jacket wrinkled, and his eyes held the raw fury of a man who had been humiliated in public.He came in, didn't even bother to ask me how I was doing, rather in fury he pointed a finger at
(Nichole's Pov)I leaned my head against the window, my skin still felt itchy from the smell of the police station and that mix of old coffee and cold floors. Beside me, Xavier’s hands were tight on the wheel, he hadn't said a word since we left.My phone buzzed in my lap. I didn't want to look, but I did. It was a text from Raymond.“You think you’re safe? You’ve just traded one cage for another. Tell your ‘hero’ to back off. If Xavier keeps digging, “I won’t just ruin you, I’ll make sure he disappears. Don’t let his blood be on your hands.”A chill ran through me as I looked at Xavier who looked exhausted. He had stayed up all night for me, and now Raymond was threatening his life."What is it?" Xavier asked, not even noticing the tension in my eyes as he was busy driving."Nothing," I said, quickly hiding the phone. "It's just a random message."“A message?” He looked at me then. He didn't believe me. He just pulled the car over to the curb and stopped, he didn't even turn off the
(Nichole’s pov)They gave me back my phone. The same officer who had taken it the night before, dropped it reluctantly into my palm without looking at me. Then, my only trusted ally, Julian with a police officer appeared at the processing desk with his briefcase and said the charges had been dropped and I was free to go.“Free to go?”I stood there for a second after he said it. I don't know what I expected to feel. Whether relief, or maybe joy. But what actually moved through me was more complicated than either of those things… a strange emptiness. I felt completely different, like a person who wasn't expecting this at all.“They are really releasing me?”“Who is behind this?” I pondered.I went to the official departments and signed what needed to be signed.I was finally released, they changed my apparel and gave me clothes I need to put on. I walked down the corridor and for the last time, I thought about Beatrice all the way.I felt a deep grief, regrets and frustration buildin
The rain poured down hard.It wasn’t like a movie where everything looks silver and romantic under the streetlights. This was a very brutal and messy Chicago storm. I drove my expensive car through the dark city streets, gripping the steering wheel. On the seat next to me, my phone wouldn't stop b
(Xavier's POV)I didn't choose this dinner.Mira had called three times that afternoon. I ignored the first two and the third time I picked up because Marcus was looking at me the way he did when he thought I was making a mistake by not dealing with something."One dinner," she had said. "That's al
The door clicked open.Xavier stepped inside, loosening his tie, his mind was still with Nichole.Then, suddenly, he noticed somebody was in his living room.She was sitting straight-backed on his sofa, backing him.He wasn't expecting anyone to be in his apartment this time.“Good evening, Xavier.
(POV: Xavier)The doctor came in at 9:15am with a clipboard and a smile and said the words I had been waiting for two days to hear."She's ready to go home."Nichole looked up from the bed.She heaved a sigh relief first, when good news arrives and realises she don't actually have a home to go to.







