Mag-log inI 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."CIARA The lace veil resting over my hair didn't feel like something a bride should wear.It felt like armor.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master suite, staring at my reflection as the morning light spilled through the tall windows. For a second, my breath fogged the glass before the room's climate system cleared it away again.The white silk gown had been tailored to perfection. Elegant. Timeless. It skimmed over my body, carefully disguising the slight curve of my stomach that only Mathew and I knew was there. Three months. Our little secret.Instead of delicate heels, I wore soft leather flats beneath the dress. They were comfortable, practical, and stable enough to carry me over the stone steps outside if I needed to move quickly.Old habits didn't disappear just because you put on a wedding dress."The last guest just came through the gate."Carlista's voice pulled me away from my reflection.She leaned against the bedroom doorway, one hand supporting the cur
MATHEW The rain over Riverhead Cemetery never came down in a steady fall. It lingered in the air like a cold mist, settling into my black coat until the wool felt heavy across my shoulders. Beneath my boots, the ground had turned into thick mud that clung to every step.I stood at the edge of my mother's grave, shoulders squared against the wind.Ciara stood close beside me, her hand wrapped tightly around my arm. She hadn't fully recovered from collapsing earlier, and I could feel the slight tremble in her fingers every time another gust of wind swept across the cemetery.On my other side, Carlista rested both hands protectively over the gentle curve of her stomach. She looked exhausted, her face pale beneath the black shawl draped over her shoulders.There weren't many people there.There was no extended family. No old friends.Just the people who mattered.Louis stood a short distance away beside the parked SUVs, silent as ever, watching everything without seeming to move. Detecti
CIARA The basement processing room felt colder than usual.The white lights overhead buzzed softly, washing everything in a harsh white glow that made the concrete walls seem even more lifeless. I stood beside Mathew, my hand resting lightly against the curve of my stomach. Ever since my memories came back, nothing had felt simple anymore. Every thought carried another secret. Every answer uncovered a deeper lie.Across the room, Carlista lowered herself carefully into a chair, one hand instinctively cradling her own growing belly. Detective Collins stood beside the computer terminal, his tired face more solemn than I'd ever seen it.He didn't waste time."It's Eleanor," he said quietly.The words stole the air from my lungs."Eleanor?" I repeated.Collins nodded. "The correctional facility was blown up by a random wire connecting wrongly. Unofficially..." He shook his head. "None of us believe that."Silence settled over the room.Then he plugged a flash drive into the computer."Be
MATHEW The silver terminal on the library desk hadn't even finished its midday security check when a sharp, continuous alarm shattered the silence.I looked up immediately.That tone only meant one thing.Something catastrophic had happened.My right hand, still wrapped in fresh white bandages, rested on the polished mahogany desk as I reached for the secure phone. Across the room, Ciara lay asleep on the sofa beneath a thick blanket. She'd been out for almost three hours, completely exhausted after everything she'd endured in London. For the first time in days, she looked peaceful.Carlista was downstairs in the medical wing recovering, while Louis was outside checking the perimeter sensors near Mile Marker Twelve.Everything should have been calm.The estate was secure.Or at least, it was supposed to be.I lifted the receiver."Mathew."Collins' voice hit me before I could speak. He sounded nothing like himself. There were sirens screaming behind him, people shouting over one anot
CIARA The morning light spilled through the tall arched windows of the North Shore library, washing everything in a pale golden glow that made the room feel more like a museum than a home. It illuminated the rows of old books, the polished wood shelves, and the portraits of long-dead men who had built their fortunes without leaving behind much worth remembering.I sat curled into one corner of the leather sofa with a mug of herbal tea cradled between my hands. The tea had gone lukewarm a long time ago, but I hadn't taken more than a few absent-minded sips. I simply held it because it gave my hands something to do.For the first time in days, the house was quiet.Across from me, Mary and Carlista occupied matching armchairs near the fireplace. Neither of them seemed eager to break the silence. We all looked exhausted. Forty-eight hours of nonstop fighting, chasing leads, sleepless nights, and impossible decisions had left marks on every one of us.Mary finally closed the tablet balanc
CIARA I had refused to stay in Mathew's room- our room since I returned back to the house. I woke up and stretched but discovered Adam wasn't beside me.A floorboard groaned in the hallway. I closed my eyes back and feigned sleep as I heard footsteps.The door handle turned with a whisper of brass. He stepped into the room, his silhouette a massive, looming shadow against the pale moonlight that filtered through the curtains. He stayed by the door for a long time, watching me, curled in bed.I felt the mattress dip near the foot of Adam's bed as he moved, but he didn't wake me.When he finally moved toward the armchair, he was silent. He knelt in front of me, his knees hitting the rug with a soft thud. I didn't move, but my breath caught in my throat, a tiny, involuntary hitch that I knew he caught.His hand, when it finally reached out to brush the hair away from my face, was trembling. Just a fraction. It was the only sign that the man who had stared down a bounty hunter in a
MATHEW I stood in the centre of the ring, my knuckles wrapped in tape, looking at the guy opposite me. Tony. The same guy who had been buying drinks for Ciara at the university bar for months. The same guy who looked at her with those smarmy, possessive eyes and the same idiot who came with her to
CIARAMaggie's eyes narrowed as she took in our dishevelled state-mud-caked shoes, rain-soaked clothes, and the undeniable scent of sex clinging to us like a second skin. I instinctively stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest as if that could hide the evidence of our encounter."Well, isn't t
CIARA"You are pregnant.""I beg your pardon?""You're pregnant, Miss.""How could I possibly be pregnant? I'm on the pill, and I take the morning-after pill every time despite my IUD. There is no way those test results are accurate."The doctor stares at me for a while "Do you have your pills with
CIARAIf I had walked away the first time, none of this would be happening.But I don't. And now I'm standing here, trapped in something I no longer want."You petty, pretentious bastard. You don't get to do this to me," I snarl. "I'm done. We're done. Marry her for all I care, but I'm moving on wi







