LOGINCarla~The moment the car stopped, I already heard the noise.Music, laughter, cameras.Too much of everything.I tightened my grip on Ryan’s hand before stepping out first, adjusting my dress as the door opened wider. The second my heels touched the ground, flashes exploded around us.“Mrs. Shawn! Over here!”“Ryan! Look here!”I blinked against the sudden brightness, pulling Ryan closer instinctively as he hid half behind my leg.“Mommy,” he whispered, wide-eyed. “Why are there so many people?”“Because someone decided you’re very important today,” I said, smoothing his hair down. “Stay close to me, okay?”He nodded seriously like I’d given him a mission.We started walking.The crowd parted, but not really. It felt like being swallowed and carried at the same time. Every few steps, someone stopped me—staff, guests, cameras—smiling too hard, talking too fast.Ryan didn’t seem scared though.In fact, halfway through, he started pointing.“Mommy! That man waved at me!”“That lady is p
Carla ~The boxes arrived in the middle of the afternoon.I didn’t even need to be told who they were from at this point. it was that obvious.Xavier had money to burn so why don't I just let him? I couldn't even bring myself to be bothered.The staff wheeled everything into the villa’s main hall, carefully placing the packages down like they were handling something fragile.Lily was the first to break.“Oh my God,” she breathed, already circling the boxes. “This is insane.”Greta leaned in too, eyes widening. “This is not a birthday outfit. This is a statement.”I crossed my arms, watching them both tear into the first box like children at Christmas.“Be gentle,” I warned.Lily ignored me completely.Inside was Ryan’s tuxedo.Sky blue.Perfectly tailored.Clean lines, soft fabric, little details stitched in a way that made it look expensive without trying too hard.Greta actually whistled. “That man doesn’t do things halfway, does he?”I stepped closer without meaning to.It was… bea
Damian~My room smelled like alcohol and something worse—like I’d been rotting in it without even noticing.Maybe I had.Empty bottles lined the wall near the dresser, some standing, some collapsed like they couldn’t even hold themselves up anymore. I didn’t remember when I started arranging them like that. Or if I had at all.They were just there.Like evidence.Of something I didn’t want to name.I let out a low groan as I rolled off the edge of the bed.The movement pulled me fully into reality, and I regretted it almost immediately.The sheets shifted behind me.Two women were still asleep in my bed, tangled in each other and the mess I’d left them in. Naked. Unbothered. Unimportant.I didn’t even look at them properly.I used to tell myself this helped.That if I kept doing this, kept filling the silence with bodies and alcohol, I wouldn’t feel the absence of her.It was a lie I repeated enough times that my brain almost believed it.Almost.I stood, rubbing a hand down my face,
Carla~I couldn’t stay still.My feet kept moving across the room in sharp, uneven steps, like if I stopped for even a second everything would catch up to me at once.“Carla,” Lily said from the bed again, softer this time. “Sit down. You’re making me dizzy just watching you.”“I can’t,” I snapped, then immediately dragged a hand through my hair. “I can’t sit down.”Lily sighed and leaned back on her elbows. “You’re spiraling.”“I’m not spiraling,” I said too fast.She gave me a look.I stopped pacing just long enough to glare at her. “Okay, fine. I’m spiraling. Happy?”“Not really,” she muttered.I started pacing again anyway.Marcus.The name didn’t even need to be said out loud anymore. It was just there, sitting in my chest like something alive and refusing to leave.“I shouldn’t have left him with Levi,” I said suddenly, voice tight. “That was stupid. That was—God, that was so stupid.”Lily sat up slightly. “You didn’t have a choice at the time.”“That doesn’t matter,” I shot bac
Carla~The villa looked nothing like a house anymore.It looked like a celebration that had decided to swallow the entire building whole.Music flowed through the halls, warm golden lights reflected off polished glasses, and the sound of laughter came from every corner like it belonged there. Staff from my foundation and the company filled the space in elegant outfits, some chatting in small groups, others already deep into the wine like they’d been waiting for this exact night all year.I stood at the edge of it all for a moment, just watching.For a second, it almost didn’t feel real.People kept turning toward me as I walked in...small bows, raised glasses, soft greetings.“Good evening, ma’am.”“Miss Carla.”“Mrs. Shawn...”I smiled and nodded through all of it, but my eyes kept moving past them.Greta wasn’t here.Lily wasn’t either.That alone made me frown slightly.I took a slow sip from the glass in my hand and stepped further into the crowd, scanning faces.“Have you seen Gr
Xavier~The Lockwood residence looked nothing like itself anymore.What used to be a clean, controlled space had turned into controlled chaos—ladders leaned against walls, decorators shouting instructions across rooms, floral arrangements being carried in and out like the entire building had decided to become a wedding venue overnight.I stood in the middle of it all, watching.“Shift that a little to the left,” I called out, nodding at a cluster of lights being installed along the main hall. “No, not there. If a six-year-old trips on that setup, I’m firing someone.”A decorator froze. “Yes, sir.”Good.I checked the time on my watch again.Still days away.Not soon enough.Ryan’s birthday.Six years old.I’d told myself I was doing this for him. And I was. That part wasn’t a lie. He deserved it—loud, bright, unforgettable.But there was another reason I wasn’t saying out loud.One that had nothing to do with balloons or cake.I heard footsteps behind me before Antonio spoke.“You’re
Carla~The mansion buzzed loudly like a disturbed beehive.Everywhere I turned, someone was rushing past with clipped instructions and frantic energy. Household staff wheeling in trays of champagne glasses, decorators arguing over floral arrangements, chefs barking orders from the kitchen. The air
Carla~“Mommy?”I looked up at the small voice with a soft smile, my fingers pausing mid-motion as I finished tying Ryan’s shoelace. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs swinging slightly, already dressed and far too alert for someone his age at this hour.“Yes, baby?” I asked gently, tugging the la
Carla~The leather seat beneath me was soft but still managed to feel very uncomfortable.I guess there was really nothing like comfort for someone who felt like she was being hauled back into a life she had clawed her way out of.I sat at the backseat of the luxury car with my arms wrapped tightly
Carla~I woke up with a gasp, my heart slamming violently against my ribs.For a split second, I didn’t know where I was. Then the silence registered, too quiet. The kind of quiet that made dread coil in my stomach.“Ryan?” I whispered, already throwing the covers aside.I rushed out of bed, my bar







