Se connecterAnika's chest was rising and falling from fear. Why did Tori have to see her? This was so humiliating!
"Uh...Tori, I-" She tried to speak but the right words just wouldn't form. "How dare you! Thief!" Before Anika could say another word, Tori jumped up on her, pulling her hair so tight that strands of it actually cut off. Anika cried out in pain. She just kept apologizing. Lark stepped forward this time, dragging his sister away from Anika. "That's enough, Tori. Let's go. Please leave her alone." Feeling embarrassed, Anika lowered her head, trying to stop the bitter tears from streaming down her eyes. Her vision had blurred by this time. "You'll pay for this! I swear it. I'm calling the cops right now." Tori spat out."How dare you, huh? You filthy rat. How dare you!" Lark kept pushing her away from getting any closer to Anika. When she seemed to have calmed down a bit, Lark stepped forward to face Anika. "Apologize right now." He demanded. Anika tried to speak but her breath was shaky. She was really sorry. "You won't? That's it, I'm calling the cops!" Tori ran outside. "Sis, wait—!" Lark was torn between running after Tori or scolding Anika. "I'll try to calm her down." He said at last, to Anika. "How could you be so foolish?" Meanwhile, all this while, Anika couldn't help but wonder where Anna was. When did she run off? She told her to watch guard for her. Why didn't she warn her that Tori was approaching? "I'm so disgusted by you right now." Lark said. This made her snap back into reality. "Please," she straightened her posture. This was her husband. She can be honest with him. "I just need to...I just need a little. Please. Her cosmetics, the jewelry, they cost a lot. I just thought...if only I could sell it and..." "You're crazy for that, so does this guarantee your stealing?" Thick brows furrowed. Anika shook her head. "No, it doesn't. I'm sorry." "That woman can die if she wants to. Why cause all this scene just to save her?" "Don't say that! Please." "There is no money for charity. You can go and visit her. I think I've got 10 dollars to spare for transport. But that's it. Go say your goodbyes and...I dunno." Anika swallowed. She hated arguing with Lark. The man was not so smart, and besides, she wasn't in any position to be arguing right now. "She's like 45 years old already. That's old enough for me, if you ask me." Disgusted by that statement, Anika did not hide the horror on her face. "Your own mother is about to spend millions on her fiftieth birthday." Lark blinked, then he shrugged. "So?" He heaved in a deep sigh. "Anika, this woman isn't even your real mother. She's just another maid in the family." She didn't know what, but something in particular from what he'd just said stung her chest. "Just another maid...like me? Like I was?" Years back when they saved her, she became a maid. But she was very hardworking and over time, Lark fell in love with her, eventually marrying her. Desiree and Tori surely did not like that it happened, but she'd been living with them as an in-law and less like a maid. They'd hired Mary a few years after the Golds saved her life. The poor woman and Anika had both been maids but they were like mother and daughter. She remembered what they had told her at the hospital regarding Mary's condition. How critical it had become... The pain was stabbing now, and suddenly, her vision blurred and everywhere became dark. "Anika...Anika...!" She heard the faint voice of Lark calling out to her. She had collapsed to the floor now. She was still completely at alert but felt very weak and dizzy. Once she was feeling better, Anika quickly rushed out to the nearest pharmacy. Lark had ignored her the moment he saw she could catch her breath again. He threw a few notes on the floor for her to get herself the medicine she needed, because it had finished. "Don't die of this sickness because of poor Mary." He'd said before walking away. Sickness? She had severe anxiety, clearly, Anika had been under immense stress lately. Why would he say she was sick? The series of panic attacks she had was due to severe trauma from her childhood and he knew that very much. Still, he made her feel like she purposely wished to be hurting. She headed straight to the section where her medicine was and reached for it. On her way to the counter to make her payment, she found Anna in front of her. As she was about to call out to her friend, something caught her eyes. Anna was buying pregnancy strips. Anika frowned. What did she need that for? It wasn't like she was dating anyone. Or was she? "Anna," she said, causing the lady to jump up to her feet. "Were you startled just now? Then you should know how I felt when I looked around and found out you'd disappeared." Anna buried her face to the ground. "What was that all about? Where were you when I said you should be on the look out for me? Tori found me and caused a scene." "I swear. It wasn't my fault. I literally collapsed from exhaustion. I didn't know what happened. Somehow I managed to crawl out to get myself checked. I'm so sorry, I didn't think you'd get caught." "That's why you couldn't even let me know you were leaving?" Anika was still angry. But now, she was more concerned and worried for her friend. "Are you pregnant?" She froze, hiding the strips behind her. "What? No. Nah, this um, it's for a friend!" Anika rolled her eyes."I am your only friend. What's this all about? You're not even dating anyone." She did not expect Anna to flare up like that. "What? You fool! You're my only friend? I have a life apart from living in yours. Who do you even think you are!" Anika's eyes bulged open from shock, her lips parting open. She had not expected this reaction from Anna. "Get lost. I don't need this right now." Anna pushed her away and ran out, throwing the stripes on the counter. Anika was too shocked she couldn't even hide the horror on her face. Before she could process what had just happened, her phone started to ring again. Fear gripped her insides, making her feel like her stomach was tied in knots. It was from the hospital. Please, I need a little more time! She cried silently. What was she going to do now?The interior of the sedan remained small and hot, the air heavy with the scent of wet rain and the clean, woodsy trace of Christopher’s skin. My hands were still resting against the crisp collar of his white shirt, my lips tingling from the deep, unyielding weight of the kiss we had just shared. For a few minutes, the entire corporate empire had faded into transparent glass. I felt a sudden, profound sense of relief washing through my chest, my heart skipping a slow, beautiful beat as he kept his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping my frame anchored to his broad chest. A sharp, static crackle violently shattered the quiet cabin, the speaker grill on the center console blinking with a cold blue indicator light. "If you two are quite finished ignoring the high-priority satellite registry," Tobey’s blunt, unsmiling voice cut through the radio link, his analytical tone completely unbothered by the silence. "Lark’s vehicle just cleared the third electronic toll gate on the e
Christopher slammed his thumb against the console screen to accept the incoming line, his chest still heaving in an uneven, heavy rhythm against my shoulder. The flashing hazards of the black sedan cast long, jumping amber shadows across the damp concrete walls of the underground garage, but the space around us had gone entirely quiet. Carlos’s deep, gravelly voice came through the car speakers instantly, carrying a heavy, frantic edge that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up."Master Christopher, we have a severe security breach at the central district holding cells," Carlos reported, his breathing shallow over the line. "The bankruptcy processing unit was overridden twenty minutes ago. Someone just officially posted the maximum cash bail for Lark Gold. He’s already signed his release registry and left the building in a private vehicle."Christopher’s jaw clenched so hard the bone showed through his skin, his fingers tightening against my chin until his knuckles popped in
The silver data drive felt cool and heavy in my hand as Christopher drove us back toward the corporate headquarters. Tobey was already waiting for our call, his fingers moving across his keyboard before the car even pulled into the underground garage. We didn't go back up to the executive suites. We walked straight onto the lower procurement floor, where the green grid lines of the network terminals were pulsing quietly in the dim night lighting. Tobey took the drive from my hand without saying a word, his unsmiling face completely rigid as he plugged it into his master console."The prison link is still trying to cycle through the backup nodes," Tobey stated flatly, his fingers typing a fast, rhythmic command line that made the plastic keys click loudly in the quiet room. "Harrison was sloppy. He left his terminal routing path completely open when the forensic system locked him out. I’m initiating a localized network block on the entire makeup division mainframe right now. It will tr
The rain began to hit the windshield in thick, heavy sheets just as the black sedan crossed the industrial county line. The sleek skyline of the high-society district was fading behind us, replaced by the grim, towering concrete walls of the central city prison wing. The dashboard terminal screen glowed with an aggressive amber light between our seats, the automated alert from Carlos’s forensic team still blinking across the radar track.Gabriel Gold’s executive key. The dead lawyer’s programming code had just been used to swallow a massive block of floating stock from a terminal hidden deep inside this facility. It made absolutely no sense.Christopher kept his long legs pressed hard against the accelerator, navigating the slick asphalt with a smooth, violent precision that showed the raw fury tightening his jawline. His charcoal suit jacket was completely unbuttoned, his broad chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm that filled the small space of the car box. He didn't look at
Helena’s fountain pen slipped from her fingers, clattering loudly against the dark polished mahogany before rolling off the edge of the table. She stared at Tobey, her face contorting into a violent shade of crimson, all her aristocratic poise shattering as the realization of what he had done finally hit her. She had spent the entire weekend gloating, thinking she had successfully used a forgotten bloodline to blindside me, only to realize she had hand-delivered her family’s most protected offshore routing paths directly to my network terminal."You miserable, ungrateful bastard," Helena hissed, her voice shaking with pure, unadulterated venom as she stood up so fast her leather chair scraped violently against the floorboards. "We dragged you out of the dirt. We offered you a sovereign seat on the high council, and you play the spy for a lower-floor intern?"Tobey didn't flinch, his unsmiling face remaining completely rigid behind his glasses as he calmly adjusted his cuffs. "I’m no
The mahogany table felt miles wide as the silence stretched across the polished wood. I kept my palms pressed flat against the gold-seal parchment, my heart doing a chaotic, violent skip against my ribs as I stared at the man standing across from me. Tobey didn't blink. He stood by Helena’s shoulder, his glasses sitting perfectly straight on his nose, his face completely unsmiling and rigid. The cheap, faded grey researcher coat from the lower floor was gone, replaced by a dark, flawlessly tailored charcoal executive suit that made him look like a total stranger."Tobey," I whispered, my voice cutting through the thick, suffocating air of the boardroom like a blunt blade.He didn't answer me directly. He slowly reached down, adjusting the crisp white cuffs of his shirt with the exact same methodical, slow precision he used when he was sorting through my messy shipping manifests on Friday. "The data paths are clear, Anika," Tobey said, his voice flat, level, and entirely devoid of an
Anika just stared at him as he explained, then, to back up all of his points, he paused, opened the black bag he'd been carrying, and brought out a neat brown envelope. She frowned but collected it from him to open it. This was his proof after all. NOTICE OF INHERITANCE. To Ms. Anika Delacroix
Christopher felt his leg turn into a log of wood. He wanted to run, to hide his shameful face from her? Why was this death so personal to him? He had killed the poor woman. Suddenly, her eyes met with his. He could see fire burning in them. "You!" Rage overwhelmed her as she ran towards him. "You
Anika quickly made payment for her medicine, and on her way out, threw two pills in her mouth. She was on her way to the hospital. Heaving in a deep sigh as she arrived at the entrance, she told herself to be strong. She would call Lark again and try to...try to what? Well! She would figure someth
Immediately, everyone began to laugh out loud. Anika was too stunned to even understand the situation. How could she be this humiliated like this?Anna grabbed her purse, "I'm gonna head out. Bye, friend." Then ran away. They laughed and kept chatting as if Desiree had not just bullied her. Anika







