登入I reached the company half torn at the alley and half prepared for what awaited me behind those doors. Half of me was still in that car, still watching the woman in the shawl point at Ainsworth's chest. Half of me was here, trying to remember how to be Lavanda, the woman who built Close Lips.The company was crumbling and I had not figured a way to keep it. Most of the board I know wanted an out. They wanted to sell, to leave, to cut their losses and pretend they never believed in me. I was the only one left holding it up but how much more before I give up. How much more can one woman hold before her arms break? I had held this company for years, for my father's name, for the women who trusted us, for Lisa. Now my hands were shaking. My heart was shaking. Everything was shaking.I held the door wide open and stepped out. Most of the workers had left. The parking lot that used to be full by 8am was almost empty. The reception that used to smell like coffee and perfume now smelled like
Lavanda I stood behind the pole in my car. My fingers tapping the steering wheel, waiting to see what he was hiding. Tap, tap, tap. It was not impatience. It was a mother trying not to panic.The whole place was awfully quiet and shady. Too quiet. Too dark for a man who was supposed to be at the school picking up an emergency call about my daughter. I was beginning to have second thoughts. Not because I was scared of what I would see. I was scared because I was the one who brought him into Lisa's life. I was the one who signed the contract. I was the one who said, be her father. If he was lying, it was my fault for trusting him.A stiletto heel clicked on the alley towards his direction. He had come out here to see a woman? I had told myself it could be business. I had told myself it could be anything. But I knew Ainsworth. I knew Red. I knew the way he stood when he was waiting for someone from his old life. He stopped typing and looked up. That small movement told me everything. He
Ainsworth POVI brought her head onto my shoulder.She did not relax. She could not relax. Her fingers would not stop moving on her phone, zooming in and out, in and out, as if the truth was hiding in the pixels and if she pinched hard enough it would finally confess. Her breath was short. Her body was tight against mine, but her mind was somewhere else, somewhere cold and frantic.I took the phone from her grasp, gently at first, then firmer when she tried to pull it back."You are playing right into Desmond's hands," I said. My voice was low, but I could hear the strain in it. "He is serious about putting this video on the internet. Let me help."I turned the phone face down on the table, as if covering its eyes could stop it from watching us. As if that would make it go away."With the Moffeti bodyguards?" she asked.I sighed. The sound came out heavier than I wanted it to. "Do we really have a choice?"She did not answer. She grabbed her phone again from the table, still zooming o
Lavanda’s POVHe was sitting on my leather couch, leaning forward as I explained everything that had transpired between Desmond and me. I had called him over under the guise of a desperate emergency, and now the heavy silence of the living room felt suffocating.Red didn't look surprised at all."What do you want to do about it?" he asked softly, his voice impossibly calm against the storm raging in my chest.I pulled out my phone, unlocked the screen with trembling fingers, and played the blackmail video for him.He gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. I could feel the sheer, suffocating anger radiating off him in waves."Do you know him?" I asked, watching his expression closely.He looked up at me, and for a fleeting second, I thought I caught a flicker of raw guilt in his eyes. "I don't know him," he said, handing the phone back. "Part of his face is covered.""Did you see the tattoo?" I pressed, stepping closer.His jaw clenched hard. "It's barely obvious in th
Lavanda PovI am on a bed covered up with linen sheets—the type used in a hotel room. My body is all covered up.My neck and arms are completely bare; I wasn't wearing any clothes. My hair looks awful, scattered everywhere, and red lipstick is smudged on the pillow.I don't wear red at all. That night, I had made absolute sure not to put it on.My notification lit up my screen with a text from Desmond: Think I am still lying?How could he even do this? How could he look at this and pretend I did it to myself? I was drugged. I could barely remember a single fragment after that night. The only solid memory I had was Desmond’s text luring me out under the guise of an apology.He had done this. It had to be him. First, he forged my signature; now, he was using a manufactured scandal to weaponize my past against me.With trembling fingers, I zoomed in on the man lying in the bed beside me. He looked completely knocked out, too. A digital sticker had been deliberately plastered over his fac
Ainsworth She leaned against the car, spinning her car keys. One more word and the truth comes out about me, about Red. I can't bear it if she hated me; I don't want to tell her."I wasn't a good man to you," I repeated the words once more to make sure they stuck."Don't compare yourself to my ex-husband. He's doing this on purpose," she responded. "You hid the truth from me for a reason. I don't think that's an attribute of a bad person."I kept my mouth shut and refused to say anything. It's better this way; the truth is better left unsaid."Stay. Don't go, then," I told her. "He's not worth your energy.""You won't tell me how to fight my demons, Ainsworth," her voice rose over the top. "He's tarnishing my image online, and it needs to stop, or else people will think it's true.""Let them think. I know the real you," I placed my hands on my chest. "I have seen the woman behind that mask.""No," she shook her head. "It's different. I have a company that depends on that image." She







