She looked down at her shaking hands, her breath quickening again. Her entire body was trembling.“Tonight, they came to me,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “They were angry—so angry—about the leaks. They said someone had to pay. That we had to make a statement, or we’d all go down.”“Elara,” I said slowly, a cold dread pooling in my stomach. “What did they ask you to do?”Her eyes lifted, wide and desperate, tears streaming freely now. “They said... they said I had to get rid of you. Permanently. They gave me a syringe. Some drug they got from Cohen’s father. Said it would look like an overdose. It would’ve been easy, Evie. Just a few minutes, and everything would’ve been over.”I took a step back instinctively, my heart hammering in my chest. My throat went dry, my pulse roaring in my ears. “You—came here—to kill me?”“No!” she cried desperately, dropping to her knees on the porch. Her voice rose, panicked and broken. “I can't do it! Evie, I can’t—I won’t!”I stared at her, my c
I stared at her for a second, my chest tightening. My mum wasn’t the type to break down. She was the type to hold everything together until it burst, like an overstretched rubber band. And right now, the rubber band had definitely snapped.“Sorry for what?” I whispered, afraid of what she'd say next.She didn’t speak immediately, just stared straight ahead, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel. Her breathing hitched, and I could see her gathering strength—preparing to tell me the ugly truth she'd tried so hard to avoid.“For everything,” she finally said, her voice low and raw. “For pretending this wasn’t happening. For not seeing how serious it was. I’m glad Riley is finally getting what she deserves. God, Evie, I’m so glad that girl might finally get justice.”I swallowed, my throat tightening. “But?”She sighed shakily, a fresh tear rolling down her face. “But I hate that I sat there silent when Alexander threatened Ryder. The way he spoke to his own son, Evie—it ma
I didn’t even breathe.Not when he said it.Not when my mother went still as stone, staring at him like she hadn’t just heard the most gutting thing a man could say to the woman he claimed to love.But I felt Ryder’s eyes shift to me. And then to her.And then… his voice broke through.“You know that’s not fair for Lorelei,” he said, voice low, rough with the effort to keep it calm. “You’re angry and saying shit that’ll hurt you more than it’ll hurt her. You always do this.”His jaw clenched, but his eyes weren’t on me anymore. They were on my mother.“Lorelei,” he said again, quieter now. “Don’t.”She didn’t answer.Her hand went to her mouth first. And then… she cried.I hadn’t seen my mother cry in years. Not when my dad left. Not when she thought I was expelled. Not even when we buried Grandma. But now, in this moment — it was like the woman cracked open. She tried to hold her breath, tried to push the tears down, but they spilled over anyway.“You want me to choose?” she whispere
My leg won't stop shaking under the mahogany table. The leather chair feels like ice against my back, and every breath tastes like fear and expensive cologne. Ryder's staring at me from across the conference room, one eyebrow cocked in that way that usually makes my stomach flutter. But I can't look at him. Not now. Not when I know what's coming.I force my gaze to the floor-to-ceiling windows instead, watching the storm clouds gather over the Caldwell estate grounds.Alexander stands at the head of the table like a king addressing his court, his silver hair perfectly styled even in his rage. The news alert still glows on the tv screen. Apart from the issue from the video, another news story popped up. Serena Holden Announces Engagement to Victor Lancaster. A hotel heiress marrying a mogul. Alexander’s ex wife marrying his rival. Funny, but I couldn't laugh just clasped my fingers together. "Twenty years," he mutters, pacing behind his chair. "Twenty fucking years I kept that woma
I didn't regret it. I do not regret it. No me arrepiento.I have said I do not regret it a million times in different languages, to the point that now I have to speak Spanish. I felt a little bit bad because Caldwell's shares dropped drastically. I don't feel bad for Alexander. No. I feel bad for Ryder and the bullshit he would have to take from Alexander. They probably suspected me, which means Sienna and Cohen would probably be on my neck soon. Would I die? Do I need bodyguards? How is this meeting going to go?I was so anxious that I had bitten all my fingers, and I normally don't eat my fingers, but now I can't resist because of my anxiety. The car ride had been quiet. Too quiet. All I heard was the honking, my mum's breaths, and mine.My legs were shaking as I stared out of the car. I have finished biting my fingers, now I am chewing my lower lip. Oh, lord, help me. The ride continued until we stepped inside the Caldwell estate. Then my mother snapped."Do you have any id
Sienna did not expect to see her face plastered all over the internet the next morning. As a social media influencer, she was used to attention—welcomed it even. But not this kind. Not screenshots of her laughing in the background while a girl screamed. Not blurry clips of her holding a syringe. Not headlines calling her a murderer.The video was everywhere. And with it came the storm of hate comments. “You monster.”“Rot in prison.”“Justice for Liliana.”“You’ll pay for this.”“We know what you did.”“Hope you get jumped in jail.”Some weren’t even that subtle:“Die, bitch.”“Watch your back. Real justice is coming.”“I know where you live.”Her hands trembled as she scrolled, scrolling past one death threat after another. Her comment section wasn’t just on fire—it was a funeral pyre. And she was the body.She tried to call Cohen. He didn’t answer.She tried again. No response.She cursed under her breath and yanked her phone away from her ear, staring at the screen like it betray