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SHAWNA“Our handcuffs, they're off,” I mumbled, surprised.Eugene sat across from me in the police van, her smug face still managing to twist with anxiety. Liam leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, shooting her a sharp glare that could cut glass.“Relax, Shawna,” Eugene said, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. You did this. You led us right into Stacey’s trap.”Eugene rolled her eyes. “Oh, stop blaming me for your poor decisions. Maybe you would have seen it coming if you weren’t so naïve.”“Enough,” Liam snapped. “We’re all in this mess, thanks to her,” he said, pointing at Eugene, “so let’s focus on getting out.”Eugene scoffed, ignoring him as her eyes darted to the small window. The officers outside were talking in hushed tones, clearly distracted.“This is our chance,” she said suddenly, her voice low but excited. “We can slip out while th
EUGENEPain ripped through my shoulder as I stumbled into the dark alley, blood seeping between my fingers where I clutched my wound. My breaths were shallow and ragged, and every step felt like dragging a mountain. Liam’s voice echoed in my mind. “You don’t escape when the trap is wide open.”“Well, congratulations, Liam,” I muttered under my breath, collapsing against a dumpster. “You were right. Happy now?”I bit down a scream as I pressed harder on the wound. My vision blurred, and panic clawed at my chest. I was bleeding too much. If I didn’t stop it soon, I’d pass out, and passing out was as good as dying. I forced myself to think. The cops’ voices had faded, but I couldn’t afford to sit here for long.The alley reeked of rotting food and urine, but I had no choice. My eyes darted around, searching for anything that could help. An old, grimy t-shirt poked out of a trash bin, and I snatched it without hesitation, wrapping it tightly around my shoulder. The makeshift bandage was d
DAMIENI watched Stacey moving back and forth from the kitchen to the dining table. She was setting things up, placing plates, arranging silverware, and adjusting napkins like everything had to be perfect. She looked calm, but I couldn’t focus on her. My phone was in my hand, glowing with updates about Shawna and Liam.Their arrest. It was all a mess I couldn’t figure out. My stomach felt heavy, and my mind wouldn’t stop racing. Why would Stacey have anything to do with this?“Damien?” Stacey’s voice cut through my thoughts.I glanced up to see her standing by my side, her eyes narrowed just slightly like she was trying to read me. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her tone soft but laced with suspicion.I blinked, trying to focus on her face instead of the chaos running through my mind. “It’s nothing,” I said quickly, slipping my phone into my pocket. “Just work stuff.”She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve been acting strange all evening. Are you sure it’s just wo
SHAWNA The world felt like it was spinning around me. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t even bring myself to take a deep breath. I just... couldn’t. The police officers had come back, and the news they brought shook me to my core. Eugene had escaped. I felt a strange mixture of shock and... relief. It was wrong to feel this way, I knew. But part of me couldn’t help it. She had been a problem for so long, and now she was gone, but... at what cost? I could still hear the echo of the gunshot in my mind. It was too real. I looked over at Liam, his face as pale as mine. He kept glancing at the police like he was trying to figure out what their next move was. But there was no escape now. We were trapped. “So what now?” Liam asked, his voice low and strained like he was holding back his panic. One of the policemen snorted like the idea of us trying to find answers was laughable. “What do you think? You’re going to prison.” Liam clenched his fists, his jaw tight. “You know you le
DAMIENWhen I got home after meeting Carl, I felt like my head would explode. The smell of food hit me as I walked into the house. Stacey was at the dining table, almost done eating. She was having sushi, her go-to when she wanted to look fancy but didn’t want to cook. A glass of wine sat beside her plate, and she looked perfectly relaxed like everything was fine.She looked up when I walked in and smiled like she hadn’t just ruined my day earlier. “Oh, you’re back. How was your meeting?”I didn’t answer her question. Instead, I asked, “Is it true?”She blinked at me, pretending not to understand. “What’s true?”“Shawna and Liam,” I said, throwing my jacket on a chair. “Were they arrested?”“I heard it from the right source. I was so shocked when I heard about it. I’m sure you feel the same right?” she asked.The moment Stacey told me about Shawna and Liam’s arrest, my stomach twisted. I didn’t want to believe it, but something about how she shared the news felt... off. So I asked he
EUGENEThe car came to a sudden stop, jerking me forward in my seat. I felt my heart race as I looked at my mom, panic rising inside me. “What’s happening? Is this part of your plan?” I asked, my voice tight with fear.She looked at the road ahead, her grip on the steering wheel tight. “I must’ve taken the wrong turn,” she muttered, her voice low.I felt a wave of panic hit me. “The wrong turn?” I repeated, my voice shaking. “Mom, we can’t be here! If they find us, you’ll end up in prison. We need to leave. Now!”My hands started to shake, and I grabbed her arm, my eyes wide with fear. I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “You don’t understand, they can’t see us here.”She glanced at me, her eyes sharp. “Eugene, calm down,” she said, but her voice was strained. “Just give me a minute to think.”But I couldn’t calm down. Every second we stayed here, I felt like we were making it worse. “Mom, we’re sitting ducks! We’re exposed!” I said, my words rushing out. “Yo
EUGENEThe voices grew louder, and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. My mom’s hand was still clamped tightly on my arm, and I could feel her fingers trembling slightly.“Mom,” I whispered, barely audible. “What are we going to do if they find us?”“Stop talking,” she snapped, her voice barely more than a breath. “And stay still.”“This is insane,” I mumbled, my voice shaking. “Hiding behind crates? What’s your plan if they look here?”“Eugene, for the love of everything, shut up,” she whispered fiercely.The air felt heavier with every passing second as I crouched behind the crates, my chest heaving with shallow, nervous breaths. My mom’s hand rested on my shoulder, her grip firm yet trembling. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing, but it was useless. The footsteps were getting closer now, crunching on the gravel like a countdown to disaster. Every sound felt amplified, the distant hum of a car engine, the faint sound of a radio, and the heavy boots drawing nearer.
SHAWNAThe moment the bail papers were signed, Damien was already pacing like a caged lion. His voice came out sharp and cold. "Get out of my sight, Shawna. You and your lover." The word dripped with disgust. "Go home. I don't want to see either of you again."I flinched, but I didn’t say a word. I knew better than to argue with Damien when he was like this. Liam gently took my arm, guiding me toward the exit. We left the station in silence, his grip steady, but I could feel the tension in every step.When we got home, I called my mom immediately, desperate to hear her voice. “Mom, it’s over. The bail went through. We’re out.”“Oh, thank goodness,” she breathed, and I could hear her relief. “Are you okay? Where are the kids?”“They’re fine. We’ll be home in a few minutes.”By the time we pulled up, the kids were already waiting at the door. My mom ushered me inside, her arms wide open. “Come here,” she said, wrapping me in a tight hug.“I’m okay, Mom,” I whispered, but my voice cracke
PHOEBEThat morning, I woke up to the quiet hum of birds outside the window. For once, I didn’t have to rush to work or pretend everything was fine. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying not to think too much.The soft floral curtains swayed gently with the breeze, and for a moment, everything felt peaceful. But that peace didn’t reach inside me. I felt like I was just floating, present in body, but far from okay. My eyes were heavy from lack of sleep, and my chest ached from holding in tears all night. Still, I stayed there, wrapped in Winnie’s guest blanket, letting the silence stretch as long as it could.Winnie had helped sneak me into her house late last night, and I was grateful."Are you going to tell your parents you’re here?" she asked softly that morning as she came into the room with a cup of warm tea.I sat up slowly, blinking away the crust from my eyes. "There’s no need. They’ll just ask questions I’m not ready to answer."She nodded and handed me the cup. The mug
RAMONI stood there for a long time, watching Phoebe walk away. Her words echoed in my head like a sharp slap: “I never want to see you again.” I wanted to chase after her, to make her listen, to explain everything. But I couldn’t. Not when I didn’t even have the answers she needed.Not when everything in my life was already broken beyond repair.Maybe she was right to leave. Maybe this was the best thing for her. That’s what I kept telling myself as I dragged myself back to my uncle’s house. It was late, and the street was too quiet, like even the night wanted nothing to do with me.When I stepped inside, Uncle Richard looked up from the couch. He was lounging like a king in his robe, glass of whiskey in hand, the flickering TV light painting shadows across his aging face. He looked too calm for someone who had just helped me destroy the only thing that ever made sense in my life.“Well, look who’s back,” he said, a slow smile curling at the corners of his lips. “I take it she finall
PHOEBEMy whole body was sore. My dress was torn, my wrists burned from the ropes, and my eyes stung from crying. I was huddled in a corner of that cold, dark room, shivering as the last of the men ran out like rats. One second, they were setting up cameras, saying the most disgusting things, and the next, they were gone. Just like that.It made no sense. None of it did. Why would they leave me? What scared them off?I was too weak to stand, too confused to think straight. My head was pounding, and I could still feel whatever they had drugged me with swirling through my system. My heart was racing so fast I could barely catch my breath. My legs were pulled to my chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, as if I could make myself disappear if I just curled up small enough.And then I heard footsteps.Fast. Heavy. Coming closer.My eyes shot to the door.I froze.My heart shot to my throat.Were they back?Did they forget something?Were they going to finish what they started?I couldn’t
RAMONI stood in that hotel lobby staring at the manager as if he'd just announced a death. Maybe he had. Because knowing Phoebe had been taken right from under my nose felt exactly like that, like something had died inside me."She was in your care!" I shouted. "She was supposed to wait for me here!""Mr. Ramon," the manager said nervously, "we thought it was authorized…""By whom? My uncle?" I spat. "You took her because my uncle said so? Did she look like she wanted to leave? Did you even ask her that?"No answer. Just that sick, silent guilt on their faces.I didn't waste another second. I turned on my heel, stormed out of the hotel, jumped into my car, and sped straight to Richard's estate. My hands gripped the wheel so hard they ached. My mind was a storm, rage, fear, regret. I kept seeing her face in my head, her smile, the way she had trusted me. And now...She was gone.When I got to the mansion, the guards at the gate crossed their arms."Sir, Mr. Richard said not to let you
RAMONI was dead tired by the time we finished the meeting at the company. My shirt clung to my back, and my head was pounding from all the numbers and back-to-back discussions. All I wanted was to check my phone and unwind, maybe see if Phoebe had texted.I reached into my pocket. Empty.My heart skipped.I checked the table, the chair, and even under the folder I’d used. Nothing.“Where the hell is my phone?” I muttered.My uncle, sitting across from me, raised an eyebrow. “Lose something?”“My phone. I had it before we came here.”He shrugged. “Maybe you dropped it at the house.”I didn’t like how quick he was to answer.Still, I forced a calm nod and stood up. “I’ll go check.”The ride back to his place felt like it took forever. My mind was racing. Phoebe. Had she called? Texted? What if something was wrong? My gut wouldn’t calm down.When I got to the house, I tore through every room I had been in earlier. The living room. The guest room. Even the damn kitchen. Nothing.My uncle
PHOEBEThe hotel was breathtaking, with marble floors, chandeliers sparkling like stars, a scent of roses, and money hanging in the air. My heels clicked softly as I followed the receptionist, who wore a perfectly polite smile. My coat was still wrapped tightly around me, hiding the dress Winnie helped me pick out. My heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves.“He’ll be with you shortly,” the receptionist said sweetly, opening a suite door for me. “Please, get comfortable. There are refreshments inside. Make yourself at home.”I gave a shy nod. “Thank you.”The door shut behind me.The suite was luxurious, with soft couches, a large table with drinks and fruit, and dim romantic lighting. I let out a small breath. “Wow…”I walked slowly to the table, brushing my fingers along the glass rim of a wine glass. Red wine. A chill ran up my spine, and I shook it off. Maybe he asked them to pour it before he arrived. Maybe this was his way of setting the mood.I pulled out my phone.
PHOEBEI slammed the front door a little harder than I meant to when I got home.Winnie looked up from the couch, raising an eyebrow. "Whoa. Somebody’s in a mood. What's wrong, sunshine?"I dropped my bag by the door and flopped onto the armchair with a loud sigh. "It’s Ramon," I said, pouting like a child.Winnie immediately perked up. "Ramon? Spill. What happened?!"I buried my face in my hands for a second before looking up at her. "We kissed. Like... really kissed. It was amazing. He kissed me like he needed me to breathe or something."Winnie squealed, hugging a throw pillow. "Oh my God! Finally!""Yeah, it was incredible," I mumbled, my cheeks heating up. "But right after that, he got a call. Emergency at home. He had to leave. Just like that."Winnie’s face softened. "Oh, babe...""I know he had no choice," I said quickly, fiddling with a loose thread on the armrest. "But... it sucks. I’m losing my mind over him, Winnie. I’m slowly going crazy. I want him so bad it hurts."Winn
PHOEBERamon’s eyes burned into me like I was the only thing he could see. I felt my cheeks heat up under his stare, and I shifted awkwardly on my feet.“Phoebe,” he said, his voice low and rough, “I want all of you…every part of you. I’m not afraid of being with you. I’m just... trying to restrain myself.”My heart pounded so hard it hurt. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out at first. Then I swallowed hard and said, "I want all of you, too, Ramon. I’m not scared."Something snapped between us.Ramon closed the space in a single, hungry heartbeat, grabbing me again and crashing his mouth onto mine. This kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was rough, fierce, almost desperate, like he had been starving, and I was the only thing that could satisfy him.His lips crushed against mine, demanding and urgent. I could feel the heat pouring off his body as he kissed me like he needed me more than air. His hand slid up, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of my neck, then wrapping
RAMONI tossed and turned all night. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t sleep. My mind kept racing, full of everything Uncle Richard had said... and Phoebe. Always Phoebe.I was falling for her. Hard. It scared the hell out of me, but it also felt so right. I didn’t just like her, I needed her. Every smile, every look, every word she said stuck in my head like glue.When morning came, I dragged myself out of bed, showered, and dressed like a man on a mission. I didn’t even think twice. I was going to see her. I had to.No more running. No more hiding.When I got to the worksite, she was there already, sorting through some papers, looking so focused and beautiful that it made my heart twist. She looked up and blinked like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing."Ramon?" she said, her voice small but full of surprise. "I thought... I thought you weren’t going to be available anymore."I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling awkward and stupid all at once. "Yeah, about that. I’m