LOGINI began pacing around. "Go check out Ciara's movement, and if she's recently made new friends. "
Damn .. I need to fix this fast. " What did you find?" "She's just recently started seeing Tony. She's not made new friends, and she just got out of the hospital." I still go very still at the word hospital. What is she doing at the hospital? Is she unwell?" Louis clears his throat "Now I need you to be calm about this Mathew" "What the fuck is going on?" "She's just gone into the hospital for an abortion today" Every single thing around me blurs immediately "Did you just say abortion?" "Yes, according to my men, she found out she was three Months pregnant and immediately requested an abortion. She never wrote the name of the father of the child." "I am the father of the child" "What? Then why did she get an abortion?" "I'd like to know the answer to that too. I'm leaving the office now. I call my assistant into the office, "Cancel everything I have pressing for the next week. I'd be back as soon as I can Geoffrey" "Yes sir." He steps out "Where is she now Louis?" "She's on her way to your old family house." I nod..."Okay guess I'm going home " I rise from the chair and walk away from the office, get into my car and drive towards the old house. I'd never, ever, let her go in this lifetime. I drive down to the house and Calista is first to berate me "Now what on earth are you doing here Mathew?" I scoff "Last I checked both our parents own the house and we both grew up in this house" "So is your little fiancée with you?" "No, she's not Calista, give me a break. I'm going to my room." I walk away and she calls after me "Mom and dad will be so glad you came around." I drop my things off in the room and move down the stairs to the kitchen, lighting a cigarette...I promised I'd quit yet whenever I'm in a nervous state I revert to my cigarette, my bad habit. I put out the cigarette, pick a glass of sparkling water when I hear her voice as I move towards them; she freezes the moment she sees me. "Hello Ciara." "Hi Matthew." She says softly then clears her throat before looking at Carlista in question as Calista shrugs nonchalantly. "Babes, Matthew suddenly turned up here without prior notice hope you don't mind?" "Of course not it's fine." She says softly. " She chose to come here to avoid me but there is no avoiding me right now because we both need to have the dreaded conversation she's avoiding. Calista fawns over her "Sweetheart, why were you at the hospital? Are you okay? Should you be standing?" "I'm fine Calista...just need to lie down right now." She takes her hand as they both walk up the stairs together, disappearing from my sight. I wait until Calista comes out "She's asleep, I need to get some things outside now I'd be back on time. Please keep an eye on her for me will you? I know you don't like her but please she's the closest one I have to a sister." I scoff "Why do you even think I don't like her?" "Well duh...she avoids you like a plague and you ignore her totally which works just fine for me but today she's sick so I need you to watch her for me." "Okay, Calista." I walk up to her, hug her and kiss her forehead as she eyes me suspiciously" You should let Louis take you" She snaps immediately "I don't need Louis, I can go out by myself." There's a story there I know but since they both don't tell me anything I act like I know nothing. Immediately she leaves, I go to Cara's room where I find her asleep, a few minutes later, it starts raining heavily and I get a text message from Louis "I have your sister, I'd return her after the storm has passed" I shake my head at that.. he'd share when he's comfortable sharing. I pick a chair and sit beside her as I stare at her then light a cigarette, two hours later she finally yawns and comes awake. I sent the butler a message to get soup for her. "Are you feeling better Ciara?" She frowns "Where is Calista?" "She went out so it's just us. Would you care for water?" I open a bottle of still water and pour some into a cup, helping her sit as I help her drink it from the cup. The butler James walks in with a tray which contains her soup and I collect it. "Drink up, it's healing soup" So I feed her and wait until she's done and a little relaxed before clearing my throat "Why on earth would you choose an abortion over telling me you were carrying our child Ciara?" She scoffs "Of course you know already... doctor-patient clause doesn't even matter to you." " Why would I keep a child I never signed up for? You want things always done your way but I will not be a pawn in whatever games you're playing. I'm done with you." "Did it ever occur to you that I might actually want the child?" "Oh get a grip and get off Lulu land Mathew; you're engaged very publicly to another woman, I told you I wasn't ready to have a child, you switched my pills, had my IUD removed without my consent just to keep me tied to you and I won't be having that. I'd like to go back to sleep now, please excuse me." I stand, help her lie back, adjust her bed cover and kiss her lightly even as she stiffens. "I know you're mad right now and it's fine, I'm sorry. Heal, I'll watch you till you're fully healed but we are not done, Ciara."CIARAThe intercom on my desk wasn't just buzzing; it was practically screaming. Mary’s voice, usually a model of corporate detachment, was pitched so high it sounded ready to shatter the glass walls of the penthouse suite.I snapped my laptop shut, my reading glasses flying onto the blotter. "Mary, calm down. What is it? I am in the middle of reviewing the European shipping logs.""It’s Mr. Mathew, ma'am! He... he just blasted through the garage security checkpoint!" she gasped, her breathing loud and ragged through the speaker. "He looks completely undone. He's bleeding, he’s shaking, and he almost took out the lower gate reinforcing bolts! They're trying to contain the area, but he won't let anyone near the vehicle!"My heart stopped. The world narrowed down to a single, freezing point of pure terror. Maggie."Lock down the penthouse elevator grid, Mary," I commanded, my voice dropping into that flat, icy plateau as I swept my phone and car keys off the desk. "Tell the floor team t
MATHEW"Look into the lens, Mathew. Don't look at the crew, look through them," the photographer barked, his finger clicking furiously against the shutter button. "Give me that raw, unyielding energy. The 'I could dismantle your entire board of directors' look.""I'm trying not to dismantle your lighting rig," I growled, my jaw aching from holding the same rigid posture for forty-five minutes under the blinding studio arrays.I was standing on a raised platform in a converted warehouse in Shoreditch, wearing a ridiculously expensive charcoal wool overcoat that my marketing team had insisted was necessary for my new security firm rebranding campaign. It felt like a straightjacket. I hated every second of it. Give me a tactical vest or an arena ring any day over a room full of people adjusting my collar every three minutes.Louis was sitting on a plush leather sofa near the catering table, a glass of sparkling water in his hand as he watched my torment with pure, unadulterated amusemen
CIARAThe gardens of the mansion looked entirely transformed. Streamers in alternating shades of primary blue and green hung from the low branches of the old oaks, and a massive, brightly colored bouncy castle shaped like a stylized tractor stood directly on the manicured south lawn.It was Adam’s third birthday.For months, the sheer reality of organizing an event like this had given me migraines. How do you throw a party for a child whose very existence is a classified security variable? You don't invite the children of Mayfair executives, and you certainly don't post invitations on digital servers. Instead, the lawn was populated by the children of our high-tier perimeter personnel, the off-duty security team, and a few close, thoroughly vetted associates who knew exactly what kind of stakes we were playing for.I stood on the stone terrace, my reading glasses perched on the bridge of my nose as I scrolled through the active tactical overlay on my tablet. My grey blazer was buttone
MATHEWThe heavy door of the armored SUV clicked shut, instantly cutting off the noise of the Mayfair traffic. In the backseat, Ciara was already busy settling Adam into his car seat, her movements smooth and practiced despite the residual anger radiating from her posture."You really are annoying," she muttered, not looking at me as I climbed into the driver's seat."I'm observant," I corrected, adjusting the rearview mirror so I could see her. She had removed her reading glasses, and those sharp, brilliant eyes were fixed squarely on the back of my head. "There was a clear lack of professional boundaries at that table."Louis strapped himself into the passenger side, pulling out his tablet with a faint, mocking sigh. "If we are quite finished with the midday espionage theater, we have actual security manifests to process for the birthday venue next week.""The venue is locked down, Louis," I said, putting the vehicle in gear and pulling away from the curb. "I went over the bluepri
MATHEW"Dada! Look! Bi-i-ig truck!"Adam was practically vibrating in his car seat, his little sneakers drumming a frantic beat against the leather of the armored SUV. He was clutching a brand-new, bright blue toy excavator—his early choice from the toy store we’d just pillaged."I see it, buddy," I said, catching his eye in the rearview mirror. His dark, hyper-vigilant eyes blinked back at me. My eyes. Every single time I looked at him, it hit me like a physical blow to the chest. "That's a concrete mixer. Big boy wheels.""I have big boy wheels?""The biggest. You're turning three next week, remember? That means you're basically a man.""A man!" Adam cheered, waving the plastic excavator in the air. "Like Dada!""Exactly like Dada. Only you have better manners."Louis chuckled from the front passenger seat, adjusting the cuffs of his impeccable suit. "The boy has his mother's attitude, Mathew. Don't lie to him about having your manners. If he inherits your conversational skills, the
CIARA"Don't you dare babe me," I snapped into the receiver, my voice slicing through the noise of the arena's backstage corridor like a razor blade. "How the hell does that slut still get interview time with you after the crazy stunt she pulled with me?""Ciara, listen to me," Mathew’s voice came through the line, heavy and gravelly, completely ignoring the bite in my tone. "It wasn't an interview. She bypassed the barrier. Louis is handling her right now.""I don't care who is handling her, Mathew! I told you Shantel Brooks was a parasite," I said, my heels clicking furiously against the concrete floor as I rounded the corner toward the private locker rooms. My chest was heaving, a toxic mix of corporate fury and pure, unadulterated jealousy blinding my vision. "I am standing outside your door. open it. Now."The line went dead. A second later, the heavy metal door swung inward.Mathew stood in the threshold, looking entirely undone. The silver line of the split above his eyebrow wa







