Daph watched Lia from across the kitchen island, arms folded, face unreadable.It had been three days since Lia’s mother’s funeral.Three long, silent days where grief wrapped around the penthouse like fog. Lia hadn’t left the guest room except to eat in silence or cry in the shower.But now… now she sat there, shoulders stiff, fingers wrapped around a chipped mug of tea.Daph knew something was coming.“You’re angry with me,” Lia finally said, her voice hoarse.“I’m not angry,” Daph said quietly. “I’m waiting. For the truth.”Lia looked up, her eyes hollow. "You want to know why I stayed with him?"“I want to know why you married him.”Silence.Then a breath. A shiver. A bitter, broken laugh.“I didn’t want to,” Lia whispered. “God, I didn’t even have a choice.”Daph's brows pulled together. “What do you mean?”Lia placed the mug down gently, like she was afraid it might shatter like her.“Remember last year? When I went missing for two days? When I came back saying everything was fi
Daph’s penthouse was too quiet, save for the sound of Lia’s breath hitching every few minutes as she stared out over the city skyline. A city that had cost her everything.Her mother was gone.Her heart shattered.Her trust in Ruben extinct.The woman she had buried just two days ago had barely started to live. She had just started her own business, just bought her own car. She had gone to the Delwuncos estate to deliver paperwork. Lia had helped her get that job and now she was gone. All because of a twisted world Lia hadn’t known Ruben was fully drenched in.She didn’t want to cry anymore. It felt like crying wouldn’t bring anything back. Not her mother. Not her innocence. Not the version of Ruben she had loved.Daph stepped into the room, a tray in her hand. Tea, again.“You haven’t eaten.”“I’m not hungry,” Lia said, eyes still fixed on the horizon.“You’ve said that every day since she died.”Lia turned slightly. “Because every day since then has been the same. Empty.”Daph’s hea
Hospitals were supposed to bring hope. To give life a second chance. To stitch wounds and hold onto breath, even if it was barely there.But not today.Not for Lia.The call came just after midnight.She had just dozed off in the chair beside Daph’s bed when the ring pierced the silence. Cold. Shrill. Dreadful.She answered on the first ring.“Miss Delwunco…” the nurse’s voice cracked. “You need to come to the ICU. Now.”Her world spun.No breath. No heartbeat. Just silence.Lia ran.She didn’t think, didn’t wait. The corridors blurred around her, the hum of the hospital buzzing like static in her ears. She crashed through the ICU doors, her hands shaking, heart pounding against the walls of her chest.The monitors were flatlined.The bed was too still.And her mother her beautiful, strong, stubborn mother lay with her eyes closed, her skin pale like porcelain, as if she had simply fallen asleep.“No…” Lia whispered, stumbling forward. “No, no, no no!”The nurse tried to steady her. A
The hospital room was dim, save for the monitors that blinked steadily, the only reminder that her mother was still alive… barely.Lia sat by the bed, her fingers trembling as she brushed a strand of her mother’s hair back. "I did this," Lia whispered, voice shaking. "I brought her into this world I was so desperate to escape."The door creaked open behind her. Daph limped in slowly, a white bandage wrapped around her forehead, trailing down to her eyebrow. Her eyes, tired but warm, scanned the room before settling on Lia.“You’re not sleeping,” Daph said softly.Lia didn't turn. “I don’t deserve to.”Daph sighed, lowering herself onto the couch against the wall. Her shoulder was stiff. Her head was still pounding from the crash. But none of that compared to the guilt she saw pouring out of Lia like a river that had snapped its dam.“She was so proud,” Lia murmured, eyes locked on her mother’s face. “She just got her license two months ago. Called me every day to tell me she practice
Lia’s POVShe didn’t sleep.She couldn't.The house was too quiet after the storm. Every creak of the old walls reminded her of Ruben’s fists meeting Ken’s. Of the blood. Of the anger. Of the truth she'd unleashed.But then there was the way Ruben looked at her when Ken left… like he’d already lost her.He didn’t chase her when she walked away to her room.He didn’t say a word.But hours later, as dawn tiptoed over the horizon, she heard the door creak open softly. A familiar scent. Warm, masculine. Him.Ruben.He didn’t speak when he entered her room. His footsteps were slow. Cautious.She turned to him from where she sat on the edge of the bed, eyes red and swollen. “Couldn’t sleep?”He knelt before her, like a man confessing sins to the only god he believed in. “I can’t lose you,” he whispered, his voice broken. “Not after everything.”Tears slipped down her cheeks.She hated how much she still loved him.How much of her heart still beat for him, even after everything.“I wish I di
Lia’s POVThe morning sun was soft mocking, even as it poured through the tall windows of the estate.But nothing about this morning felt soft. Nothing about it felt warm.It felt like fire on her skin.She stood by the massive window in Ruben’s private study, her arms folded tightly around herself, heart pounding in anticipation. The folder she had hidden under her blouse last night now lay open on the desk. Names. Ledgers. Photos. A bloody empire built on bodies and secrets.Her fingers trembled as she waited.The heavy door opened.And he walked in, tall and calm, as if he hadn’t nearly lost everything.As if the silence between them wasn’t ripping them apart.She turned around slowly. “Sit down.”His jaw clenched. “Lia”“I said, sit. Down.”He did.She pointed at the file. “Tell me what all of this is.”He didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink.“That’s none of your concern,” he said coldly.Her hand slammed the desk. “Don’t you dare gaslight me, Ruben. I saw everything. I read everything!”