TILDA
The noise from downstairs signaled James’s arrival, and hurriedly, I ran down the staircase to welcome him with the great news. At last, we could have our own child, something we had both always wanted.
Stepping into the living room, I froze instantly.
There, sprawled across the couch, was my husband, James—naked and tangled in the arms of my half-sister, Kristie.
A sharp pain tore through my chest at the gut-wrenching sight, and my vision became blurred. Slowly, hot tears spilled down my cheeks, each one burning with betrayal.
But they didn’t stop; they acted like I was invisible, giggling and moaning as they carried on with their disgraceful act.
It can't be James and Kristie, they were the two people closest to me. I trusted them with everything.
Suddenly the air turned suffocating, and all I wanted was to get away. Surely, my imagination was playing with my head. James cannot betray me; the love we share was too strong.
Moments later, I was all alone, wandering in the street, and mumbling.
Why? My heart was bleeding, trembling, cracking and shattering at the same time.
“Hello, my lady,” a young man approached me from behind.
My first reaction was to scream, *go away* but helpless, I fell into his strong arms, surrendering. His warmth masculine smell providing the comfort I so much desired.
“I don’t deserve this,” I sobbed.
“I know you don’t, Tilda,” he whispered.
My body stiffened. How did the stranger know my name? However, I was drunk, way too drunk to care.
“You shouldn’t let go of yourself this way?” he said, worry laced in his tone.
“Kristie was supposed to be my sister,” I whispered. “I shared everything with her. Why would she do this? Why with James?”
He sighed. “They are the losers here, Tilda. It is late and you shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”
I never expected an answer, at least not from him. But his voice felt soothing, reassuring. Something in it that made me trust him. “Please take me, I want to be far from them,” I begged, clutching on to him tightly.
The next morning, I woke up in an unfamiliar room with an uneasy feeling.
“What am I doing here?” I glanced around, my memory a haze, my body tense.
I took the note on the table and stared at the words.
*Wait for me, Tilda. I will be back soon.*
My pulse quickened. Who was he? I needed to leave this place, and ignoring the servants who tried to stop me, I rushed home. It was just a bad night, and everything would return to normal as soon as I am with James again.
But the moment Kristie opened the door, the unease resurfaced.
“What do you want here, Tilda?” she sneered.
I frowned. “Kristie, why are you here so early?”
She scoffed. “You reeked of alcohol, Tilda, return back to where you came from.”
“Oh, Kristie, I think something is messing with my head,” I confided in her, my eyes probing for James. I was supposed to be the perfect wife, how did I get drunk and find myself on the bed of a stranger? “Where is my husband?”
“You returned, Tilda.” James appeared at the top of the staircase, dressed in pajamas, a cigarette dangling between his fingers.
“We thought you will never do.” He sounded indifferent as he made his way down the stairs.
I felt an instant relief by his presence. “James, I don’t know what happened, nothing seems to be making sense anymore.”
I rushed towards him, but Kristie stepped forwards, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Kristie,” I stuttered, glaring at her. She jokes too much, and so I turned to James. “I can explain everything, James. This morning...”
James cut in. “It will all make sense soon, Tilda.” He exhaled a puff of smoke.
“I swear I don’t know, I woke up and... and,” I hesitated.
As much as I tried, last night remained a hazy blur. My stomach twisted. “This isn’t real. It’s all in my dream. Soon I will wake and it will be alright.”
“You want to know what’s real,” Kristie chuckled, placing her hand on her stomach. Her eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant. James and I are having a baby,” she announced.
“Kristie,” my voice suddenly became hoarse. “He is... my husband...”
James scoffed, glaring at me with revulsion. “It has always been your fault, Tilda. All these years you kept me childless. I have Kristie now.”
I held my head, it was pounding fast. Memories from last night, the ones I had been desperate to escape, came flooding in. I had seen them, James and Kristie, on this couch, making love. I got myself drunk as a result.
Then the stranger from last night, he too was real. Who was he and how did he know so much about me?
Tears flowed freely.
“Yes Tilda, no one wants a barren woman. Real women like me should have the men,” Kristie ridiculed me.
In my desperation, I reached for James, grabbing his hand. “But I went to the doctor yesterday, James. We can fix this and I will carry your child. I was going to give you the news. The IVF this time is with guaranteed result. You don’t have to wait anymore.”
“You’ve got your chance, Tilda. Now I don’t want you no more. Leave and never come back,” James pushed me hard, sending me crushing on the floor.
I recoiled in fear, scared of what he might do next. Nevertheless, as tears blurred my vision, I begged earnestly. “I got nowhere, Please don’t send me away, James.”
“No one wants you, Tilda,” Kristie spat. “Leave you pathetic fool.”
I scrambled to my feet. “I did everything for you, James. I can do more. Please don’t do this.”
He looked away like I wasn’t even there.
The intensity of my desperation increased. “We can fix this and pretend it never happened. I know you are disappointed in me, but this time will be different.”
A slow smirk curled on his lips. “We are already divorced, stupid. You signed the papers.”
James was in charge of everything I owned, and all along, I signed whatever document he brings without a second glance. He tricked me.
My blood turned cold. “No, I didn’t...” the words caught in my throat.
Kristie tossed a stack of papers at me. “Here,” she said smugly. “Your divorce papers. You don’t belong here anymore.”
I trembled as I unfolded them, my eyes darting across the words. It was real, and James had taken everything.
My world shattered.
A choked sob escaped my lips as darkness closed in. The last thing I heard before everything faded was Kristie’s victorious laughter.
And then, I collapsed.
JAMESI was nearly out. The front door clicked softly as I eased it open, the cold air kissing my face like freedom. I had one foot across the line when her voice sliced through the silence behind me.“And where exactly do you think you’re going, James?”Damn it.I didn’t turn immediately. Just stood there, my back to her, hand still on the doorknob. “Got an emergency call,” I said, faking calm. “Need to step out. Work stuff.”“Emergency?” Megan scoffed. “There’s nothing urgent or important about your whole existence.”I turned, finally facing her. She was leaning against the hallway wall in her robe, arms crossed, one brow raised like she had been waiting for this moment all night.“Look, Megan, I don’t owe you every detail of my life.”“No, you don’t,” she said, pushing off the wall. “And I don’t care what mess you’re about to run into tonight. Just don’t drag my daughter down with you.” She paused, eyes narrowing. “Though I’ve noticed, James, you’ve been moving funny lately. Slippi
THIRD PARTYThe night wind carried a stillness that felt unnatural, the streets unusually quiet as Gideon made his way through the dim alleys of the hood. Tilda and the kids were safe—for now. It was time to confront the filth that had almost ruined everything.Orion.He knew where to find him. Rats like Orion always went scurrying back to the shadows after stirring trouble. And Gideon had walked those shadows long enough to know every corner, every crack, every hidden den that scum like Orion used as cover.He reached the hideout in less than fifteen minutes.It was one of the gang’s known dens—a crumbling warehouse at the edge of Dagger Street. He didn’t knock. He didn’t announce himself. Gideon was his own force. His reputation had been built with blood, and no one—no one, not even the most ruthless in the hood—dared to test him.Except Orion.And tonight, that rat was going to pay.Inside, Orion’s voice echoed faintly from the back room, laughing at something. Probably boasting ab
TILDAI had asked the question without really expecting an answer. It wasn’t directed at Gideon, not truly. It was more like I had thrown the words at the air, at the heaviness in my chest, at the confusion that was slowly tightening its grip on me.I hadn’t taken anything from Oscar. I hadn’t tricked him. I was going to tell him about the kids. I never planned to keep them from him forever. There was no debt—no secret deal or betrayal. I don’t owe Oscar Gray a cent, and I had walked away clean.Oscar Gray wasn’t the kind of man anyone played games with. While I was with him, I treaded carefully. I didn’t use our relationship as a ladder to get ahead in the company. I worked. I earned everything I was paid. And when it ended, I let it end.So, why was he after me?Gideon’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “I can't say the reason, Tilda. I don’t know the nature of your relationship with him.”I kept staring at him, trying to read more than just his words. Silence fell again, th
OSCARAfter I dropped the call, my face tightened.“I knew it,” I spat, my voice sharp with irritation.Steven straightened from where he stood across the room, concern flickering in his expression. “What’s going on? What was that call about?”“That was Ghaza,” I replied, dragging a hand down my face. “Orion placed another false call. Again.”Steven shifted. “Oh no, I thought this time was real”“Of course it’s not,” I snapped, then sighed, forcing myself to speak with more clarity. “I warned Ghaza not to meet with Orion. Someone like him is only looking for some quick cash.”Stephen’s brow furrowed. “Still… I don’t think it’s completely useless. In this search for Tilda and the kids, nothing should be ruled out. Every step, no matter how small, could lead to something.”I let his words hang. For a while, I said nothing. The silence stretched between us, then I nodded slowly. “Maybe you’re right.”Without waiting another second, I picked up my phone and called Ghaza back.“Send word t
THIRD PERSONGideon returned to the room, heart still racing, and carefully lifted the hatch to the roof. One by one, he helped them down—Tilda, Diamond, Miranda, and the boys. As soon as the last small foot touched the floor, Gideon stepped back, overwhelmed by the sight of them safe and unharmed.He didn’t realize when his arms pulled them all close. Tilda didn’t resist. The children clung to him, warm and shaking. A tear slid down Gideon’s weathered cheek, and he let it.“Thank you,” Tilda murmured into his shoulder, voice low and raw.“No,” Gideon said, shaking his head slowly. His grip only tightened. In his mind, he repeated, I should be the one thanking you all—for staying safe. For not getting caught.“I was so scared up there, Uncle Gideon,” Diamond whispered, her small fingers tightening around his. “Who are those men? Are they bad men? Why are they after us?”Gideon crouched down until he was level with her, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “Don’t worry, littl
JAMESThe moment Kristie walked through the door, humming that old song she always reserved for good days, I knew something had clicked. Her eyes were a little brighter, her steps lighter. That tune hadn’t touched her lips for a very long time.I didn’t speak at first. I just sat back and watched, letting her swirl around the room like she owned the air. She dropped her purse carelessly on the side table and kicked off her heels, humming as she did.“You seem cheerful,” I finally said, my tone casual. “What’s the good news?”She paused by the couch and turned, one brow lifted like she was debating whether to tell me or not. But she gave in.“It’s Denzel,” she said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “One of Tilda’s boys. He’s sick—some medical thing.”My gaze narrowed. “Sick how?”“I didn’t get the details. But it sounded serious.”I folded my arms. “And what exactly do you plan to do with that information?”Kristie shrugged. “Not sure yet. But give it time. I’ll figure som