LOGINđ Authorâs Note â Chapter 40 đ
To my incredible readers, ⨠We made it to Chapter 40! ⨠I donât even have the perfect words to describe how grateful I am that youâve journeyed with me this far. From quiet forests to burning secrets, from stolen glances to soul-deep bondsâyouâve stayed. Youâve felt. Youâve believed. Thank you for every moment youâve spent here, for every page you turned, every gasp, every scream, every silent prayer you whispered for Lara. This story would be nothing without your eyes on it, your hearts in it. âĽď¸ But hold on tight, because weâre not slowing down. More mysteries are cracking open. The shadows are shifting. And some truths? Theyâre better left buried⌠or are they? Stay with me, because what comes next will burn brighter, cut deeper, and change everything. With allBack at Corey's mansion, the air was heavy. The chandeliers hung like silent witnesses, their crystals catching the late-afternoon light and fracturing it into thin, nervous shards. Corey sat up on his king-sized bed, shoulders rigid. Derrick stood like a shadow by his side, and Greyhem lounged on the couch opposite him, one leg thrown over the arm as if the room were still someone elseâs show. Doc sat quietly, watching the way the men moved â cataloguing fear, loyalty, and the slow burn of plans being born.After a few minutes, Greyhemâs phone popped up with a ding sound. Everyone adjusted immediately and turned toward him. Unlocking the phone, his eyes ran round the screen for a few seconds and then they lit up.âBooyah⌠there we go,â he said, smiling.âWhat did you get?â Corey asked impatiently.âHand the phone over already, Greyhem.â Coreyâs voice rang out again.âWoah, woah hot-blooded human, take a chill pill,â Greyhem mocked Corey, and then turned to Derrick. âYou, bring the la
âGo change into clean clothes and come downstairs for lunch, Maya,â James said. Maya pouted. âOkayyy, big brother.â She blew a kiss toward Janisâs tummy. âIâll be right back in a jiffy, baby!â she said and ran upstairs, her footsteps thudding before her door slammed shut. James chuckled, shaking his head. âHer Maya,â he muttered, waving at the guard whoâd been standing by since Maya arrived. The guard bowed and went outside, driving both cars into the garage beside the house. Janis finally sat down, eyes still exploring the glass walls. âWonât people see us from outside?â she asked, her tone soft and innocent. âOf course not,â James said, smiling. âBut we can see them from here. Top security measures.â âOh.â Moments later, Maya came running back in, now in a clean white dress and shiny shoes. The three of them had a heartfelt lunch â Jamesâs cooking filling the air wit
The drive was silent.Janis kept stealing glances at James behind the wheel of a sleek black Aston Martin DBX707, its scent of new leather mixing with the soft hum of power beneath her. James, aware of her gaze, only tightened his grip on the steering and reached across to lace his free hand over her smaller one.She stayed quiet until she noticed him take a right turn instead of the left â the turn that shouldâve led back to the old apartment.Her brows furrowed. âArenât we going home? Why the right turn?âJames smiled, eyes still on the road. âOf course, Jan-Jan⌠weâre going home. A new home.âThe words hit her like a whisper from a dream. She blinked, staring out the window as they drove off the bustling streets into a quiet, opulent estate. The guards at the towering gate bowed the moment they saw the car, waving them through without question.Her heart thumped faster. This was the Peaches Estate.The same estate that only the richest of the rich could step foot in â celebrities,
The heavy doors of the dark mansion swung open. James walked in, his polished shoes clicking sharply against the marble floor â click, click, click â echoing through the silent hall like a countdown.His suit jacket hung open, unbuttoned down to the fourth button, revealing a white shirt loosened at the collar. His usually calm face was tight with worry. He didnât spare a glance at the guards bowing as he passed, his steps unbroken, purposeful.Reaching the study, he pushed the door open without knocking. Vince sat behind his desk, speaking quietly with Bruno.James dropped the briefcase heâd been carrying onto the table with a thud.âWhere is she?âVince paused, eyes slowly lifting from Bruno to James, a slow smile curving his lips.âWell⌠welcome back to the country, CEO. And good afternoon to you, too,â he said, voice dripping with mock politeness.James exhaled sharply, running a hand through his slicked-back hair.âYeah, my bad. Hi, boss.â He turned slightly toward Bruno, giving
Vince watched them carry Janis up the stairs, shoulders still taut with a dangerous impatience. He turned at last to the tall figure beside him, voice sharp. âI didnât touch her thanks to youânow what are you standing there for?â The huge man exhaled slowly, not looking away from the stairs. âIt isnât Janis you have a thing against,â he said, voice even. âAnd per the dealâyou return her to James in one piece.â Vince snorted, rolling his eyes. âYeah, right. James.â The name tasted like sarcasm and old grudges. âIâll make sure sheâs safe,â the big man said, then turned and walked off without looking back. Some time later, after things had settled, the huge man pushed Janisâs door open. The room was small and dim; Janis lay curled on the side of the bed, the offered clothes discarded on the floor as if sheâd flung them away in disgust. A tray of untouched food sat by the bedside. He stepped in and sighed quietly. His voice was low and careful when he spoke. âYou should eat
The mansion gates burst open as the guards drove in, tires screeching against the stone. Derrick was already outside before the engine stopped. âBoss!â he shouted, rushing to the back seat. Corey was half-conscious, blood dripping down the side of his face, shirt torn from the crash. Without hesitation, Derrick crouched and lifted him onto his back despite the weight, his muscles straining but his grip firm. âCall the family doctorânow!â Derrickâs voice thundered across the yard as he carried Corey inside, each stride echoing panic through the halls. In his room, Derrick laid him on the bed, already barking orders. âGet the first aid boxânow! We need to stop the bleeding before Doc gets here!â A guard sprinted away while another ran to bring clean clothes. Derrick tore away Coreyâs bloodied shirt and began cleaning the wounds with disinfectant. His hands trembled; his eyes were red and wide with fear. He muttered under his breath, âDammit⌠I shouldâve gone with himâŚâ Moments l







