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Helena’s Real Goal

مؤلف: Lior Ash
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-18 04:12:15

"Sit down, Sera, because watching you hover near the door like a stray cat makes my head ache, and we have entirely too much business to settle before the markets open tomorrow morning," Helena Blackwood said.

She didn’t look up from her tea. She sat at the head of a lacquered dining table that felt long enough to require a microphone, her spine perfectly straight against the velvet backing of her chair. The townhouse smelled of old money, polished silver, and something faintly chemical, like h
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  • My Professor’s Obsession   The Truth About the Painting Series

    "The very first painting wasn't actually of you, Sera, it was just the shape of my own regret dressed up in your skin," Caspian said, his voice dropping into that quiet, gravelly register that always made the hairs on my arms stand up.We were standing in the deepest corner of his personal studio, the one hidden behind the false drywall in the brownstone's basement. The air down here didn't smell like the expensive turpentine and lavender oils he used upstairs. It smelled like damp brick, iron water, and decades of old oil paint that had never dried quite right. He had his hand on the hem of a heavy grey canvas drop cloth that was nailed straight into the ceiling joists."What do you mean it wasn't of me?" I asked, shifting the heavy weight of my work bag off my shoulder. "I sat for you for six weeks, Caspian. I remember the way the stool dug into my thighs. I remember the way you told me to look at the window until my eyes watered.""You sat for the details, yes," he said, and with o

  • My Professor’s Obsession   Elias and the Missing Girl File

    "Look at the date on the admission sheet, Sera, because if I'm reading this right, Caspian wasn't even in the country when that girl went into the water," Elias said.He didn't look up from his monitor. We were sitting in the back of an all-night diner three miles past the New Jersey border, the air smelling of burnt chicory and old vinyl. He had his phone propped against a salt shaker, the screen glowing with an image of a faded police report from 2012.Caspian was asleep in the car outside, his head pressed against the cold glass of the passenger window, looking more like a ghost than a man who owned half the real estate on the Eastern Seaboard."What do you mean he wasn't in the country?" I asked, my fingers tightening around a thick manila folder Elias had slid across the table. "The papers in the penthouse said he was the last person seen with her at the dock. Dominic has the logs from the boat.""Dominic has what Helena wanted him to have," Elias said, finally looking up. His ey

  • My Professor’s Obsession   Helena’s Real Goal

    "Sit down, Sera, because watching you hover near the door like a stray cat makes my head ache, and we have entirely too much business to settle before the markets open tomorrow morning," Helena Blackwood said.She didn’t look up from her tea. She sat at the head of a lacquered dining table that felt long enough to require a microphone, her spine perfectly straight against the velvet backing of her chair. The townhouse smelled of old money, polished silver, and something faintly chemical, like high-end furniture wax used to cover up the scent of rot.Caspian didn’t sit. He stood right behind my shoulder, his hand heavy on the wood of my chair, his knuckles white. I could feel the heat radiating off him, that tight, vibrating anger he always carried when he was forced back into his mother’s house."I'll stand," I said, my voice firmer than I expected it to be. "I’ve spent the last two weeks on my feet at a diner, Helena. I’m used to people giving me orders while I look at the exit."Hel

  • My Professor’s Obsession   The Calloway Connection

    "Look at the numbers on the second-to-last page, Vane, and tell me if I’m losing my mind or if these dates match the exact months Dad went into the hospital," I said, my voice barely a whisper over the hum of the motel's faulty air conditioner.I had the ledger spread open on the cigarette-burned bedsheet. The paper felt like dried skin under my fingertips. Vane leaned over, squinting at the cramped, legalistic handwriting of Arthur Calloway."August fourteenth... October seventh..." Vane read out, his finger tracing the ink. "Sera, these are the dates of the 're-licensing' fees. But Dad hadn't painted anything new for months by then. He couldn't even hold a brush without his hands shaking.""He didn't need to paint anything new," I said, a cold, hard knot tightening in my stomach. "They weren't licensing new work. They were quietly re-registering his entire back catalog under a Calloway shell company while he was too drugged up on painkillers to notice what he was signing. Look at th

  • My Professor’s Obsession   Dominic Makes His Move

    "Put the keys down, Dominic, because if you think I’m getting into a car with a man who thinks an envelope of cash is a personality replacement, you’ve clearly forgotten who you're talking to," I said, my voice cutting through the humid morning air of the motel parking lot.He was leaning against a black sedan that looked like it cost more than the entire block, his shades pushed up into his perfectly groomed hair. He looked like an advertisement for a life I had finally stopped wanting."I’m not here to kidnap you, Sera. I’m here to give you an exit ramp," Dominic said, flashing that smile that used to make me feel safe but now just made me feel like I was being appraised for auction. "Look at this place. There’s mold on the stucco and the guy in room four definitely has a meth habit. You're better than this.""I'm exactly where I need to be," I told him, adjusting the strap of my heavy work bag. My shoulder ached from a double shift at the diner, and my fingers felt stiff from scrub

  • My Professor’s Obsession   Alone on Purpose

    "Two coffees, black, and if you touch that sugar caddy one more time, Vane, I’m going to make you pay the tip with your own allowance," I said, sliding into the vinyl booth of a diner that smelled like old grease and new beginnings.Vane looked at me like I’d grown a second head. He’d never seen me like this. Not this sharp. Not this loud. "I don't have an allowance anymore, Sera. We don't have anything. Why are you acting like we’re on a lunch break from a job you don't have?""Because I’m going to have one by three o'clock," I told him, tapping my knuckles against the laminate table. "And you’re going to stay in that library down the street and finish your GED prep. No more 'accidental brides.' No more hiding in penthouses. We’re going to be boring, normal people who pay rent in cash."The waitress came over, her name tag saying Martha. She looked at my cheap gas-station dress and then at the way I was holding myself—shoulders back, chin up, eyes scanning the room like I was looking

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