"This is for Mrs. Cross," the courier continued, his voice cold and his eyes distant. "Thank you," Mimi said, removing the envelope from him. She closed the door, her fingers shaking as she flipped the manila envelope over in her palms. It didn't seem appropriate. It was unsettling in its weight. She gingerly sliced the package open and went down onto the couch. Her eyes skimmed the contents fast as she drew out the papers. Then her heart stopped beating. The first line struck her like a gut strike. James Cross wants Simeon in complete custody. The words blurred as she attempted to comprehend them, her thoughts racing. Total custody? It could not be real. The legalese, the seal, the formal phrasing all shouted authenticity, though. The words on the page danced in her head. Complete custody. She could nearly hear James's arrogant voice reverberating in her mind. Anger shot up in her chest. She had to reach Jaxon. Her breath shallow, Mimi picked up her phone and called him. The
Mimi sat across from Lyra at their favorite café, the soft hum of quiet chatter in the background. Her fingers twisted the edge of her napkin, her stomach a tight knot of anxiety. The weight of the upcoming custody battle was pressing on her chest, suffocating her. She couldn’t breathe without feeling the strain of it all.“Lyra,” she said, her voice a whisper of fear, “I don’t know how to do this. How do I fight someone like James? He’ll do anything to win.”Lyra, ever calm, met her gaze with understanding. She had always been the steady rock in Mimi’s life, the friend who knew when to push and when to simply listen. “You’re stronger than you think, Mimi. You’ve always been. And you have something he doesn’t, Simeon’s love. Don’t let him play you into thinking otherwise.”Mimi’s eyes filled with tears, but she quickly blinked them away, unwilling to let her vulnerability show any further. “I can’t afford to lose him, Lyra. If I do, I... I don’t know what I’ll do.”Lyra reached across
Simeon’s sobs broke through the quiet of the apartment, each sound like a desperate plea for help. Mimi rushed to him, her heart pounding as she knelt beside him. His small body was shaking with fear, his face streaked with tears. She reached out, pulling him close, but his trembling only grew stronger. “I don’t want to go with them, Mommy,” he whispered, his voice choked with fear. “I don’t want them to take me.” Mimi’s breath hitched. Her throat tightened as she hugged him, trying to calm him, but a cold knot of dread formed in the pit of her stomach. James was relentless, this wasn’t just a custody battle anymore. This was a war. And she was losing. “Simeon,” she whispered, running her hand through his hair. “No one is going to take you. I won’t let them.” She repeated the words, trying to convince both him and herself. But the uncertainty gnawed at her. She could already hear the wheels of the system turning, and she wasn’t sure she had the strength to stop them. Simeon looked
Mimi sat in the bustling café, her hands trembling around her coffee cup. The steady murmur of voices around her faded into the background as her mind raced. James’s call earlier had left her rattled, but now, another blow awaited her.As she lifted her cup to her lips, a conversation caught her attention from a nearby table. Two women, chatting casually, leaned in close. One of them mentioned her name, and Mimi froze, her heartbeat quickening.“Did you hear about Mimi?” one of the women whispered, barely audible above the din of the café.Mimi’s stomach dropped.“The custody battle is taking a toll on her. I heard she’s unstable, you know, mentally. She’s not fit to take care of Simeon. It’s probably for the best if he stays with James.” The other woman nodded in agreement, unaware of Mimi’s presence.Mimi clenched her fists, her coffee forgotten as the words from James’s earlier call echoed in her mind. He was playing dirty, using everything in his power to destroy her, including he
Mimi sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers nervously tapping the armrest. The television was on, muted for background noise, until the headline flashed across the screen: Local Businesswoman’s Custody Battle Turns Ugly: Mimi's Past Under Scrutiny. Her heart skipped a beat as the image of Scarlett filled the screen.Mimi leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the television. Scarlett’s face, as polished as ever, was staring back at her. The words that followed felt like ice water poured over her.“She abandoned her husband, and now she’s trying to take Simeon from a family who can give him everything he needs,” Scarlett’s voice echoed through the room, each word sharper than the last. “Mimi’s not fit to be a mother. She’s unstable, unfit, and she’ll stop at nothing to drag Simeon into her chaos. She doesn’t deserve him.”The screen cut back to the news anchor, whose expression was stiff, as though unsure whether to comment on the bombshell just dropped.Mimi’s breath hitched, her hands
Mimi sat at her kitchen table, her hands trembling as she stared down at the papers spread before her. The custody battle had consumed her life, but now, with James and Scarlett’s relentless attacks, it felt like she was suffocating. The weight of everything, Simeon’s future, her own sanity, pressed down on her like a suffocating fog. Her phone buzzed once again, another reminder from her lawyer, but she barely had the energy to look at it. She felt defeated.“Why can’t they just leave me alone?” she muttered under her breath, her voice cracking with emotion. She was so tired, tired of the constant fight, tired of the lies, and tired of the endless manipulations. The thought of facing James in court, knowing how far he would go to ruin her, was almost too much to bear.A knock on the door interrupted her spiraling thoughts. She wiped her eyes quickly and opened it to find Jaxon standing there, his expression serious but soft with concern.“Mimi, you don’t have to do this alone,” he sa
Jaxon sat at his desk, the hum of his laptop the only sound breaking the silence in the office. The screen in front of him was filled with CrossCorp’s financial reports, pages of numbers, line items, and budgets. But it wasn’t the numbers that had caught his attention; it was a single line buried deep in the reports under the innocuous title, “Project Nemesis.”His brow furrowed as he clicked on the link, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. Project Nemesis, it sounded like something out of a spy thriller. But Jaxon wasn’t one for coincidences. There had to be something more to it, and the thought of CrossCorp being involved in something shadowy made his instincts flare.With one swift motion, he opened another window to investigate the transactions associated with the project. It didn’t take long before the pieces began to fall into place. CrossCorp’s books were clean on the surface, but these transactions, large, untraceable sums moving between offshore accounts, told a different
The dim lighting of the hotel bar cast shadows over the polished surface of the table, where Damon Cole sat, his fingers lightly tapping against the rim of his glass. His eyes, sharp and calculating, never left Scarlett's face as she sat across from him, her posture tense. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, the hum of distant conversations around them doing little to mask the weight of what Damon was about to say.“I’m telling you this because you’re running out of time,” Damon said, his voice low, almost a whisper. He leaned forward slightly, closing the space between them, the urgency in his tone unmistakable.Scarlett’s eyes flickered with unease, her fingers tracing the edge of her wine glass absentmindedly. She had known Damon long enough to recognize when he was pushing an agenda, when he was selling something she wasn’t sure she wanted to buy.“You need to marry James,” Damon continued, his voice unwavering. “The sooner you’re tied to him, the better.”She tilted her
Mimi sat across from Lyra in the quiet corner of their favorite café, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her coffee cup. The familiar hum of conversation around them felt distant, as if it was all happening in another world. Her own world, the one that had been slowly unraveling, was much too real now.She exhaled sharply, a mix of frustration and fear spilling out as she recounted everything she'd uncovered about CrossCorp, James, and Damon. Lyra listened intently, her dark eyes never leaving Mimi's face, as though she could see the weight of the situation settling on her."James... Damon... they’re all connected, aren’t they?" Mimi asked, her voice trembling slightly. "This isn’t just about Simeon. It’s bigger."Lyra nodded, her fingers tapping lightly on her napkin. "I’ve warned you about Damon before. He’s dangerous. You can’t trust him. The man doesn’t care who he has to step on to get what he wants."Mimi bit her lip, trying to make sense of it all. "But I don’t know what
Simeon sat at James’s desk, his small fingers resting on the keys of the sleek laptop. The room was silent, except for the soft hum of the computer. It was a world of distractions for the young boy, and as usual, he was curious about everything that wasn’t meant for his eyes. Today, however, his innocent interest would lead him into dangerous territory.He clicked around the desktop, his eyes scanning the icons in front of him. Most were familiar, games, programs he wasn't allowed to open. But then he saw it. A folder titled “Confidential.” His brow furrowed in confusion. What could be inside? He was never allowed to touch anything like that, but curiosity won the battle.Simeon hesitated, glancing over his shoulder toward the door. No one was around. Slowly, he clicked the folder open. His small breath caught in his throat as files filled the screen, some with cryptic titles and others with just a jumble of letters that didn’t make any sense. He clicked on one titled “Project Nemesis
Mimi sat alone in the dimly lit apartment, the silence of the evening pressing in on her. Her fingers brushed across a stack of old papers, the remnants of a past she had long since tried to bury. But then, something caught her eye. Buried beneath the clutter, a small folder stood out, its contents something she hadn't seen in years. She opened it, revealing a file labeled with CrossCorp's emblem, the company she had once been a part of.Her hands trembled slightly as she scanned the documents inside. Passwords. Access codes. Files she had used back in her old office. For a moment, Mimi hesitated, the weight of the decision pulling at her chest. She knew better than to dive into the murky waters of her past. But something in her gut told her this was more than just curiosity, it was a chance to unearth the truth."Should I?" she whispered aloud, staring at the codes. Her reflection in the window caught her attention, and for a moment, she saw a woman who had been fighting for her son,
The dim lighting of the hotel bar cast shadows over the polished surface of the table, where Damon Cole sat, his fingers lightly tapping against the rim of his glass. His eyes, sharp and calculating, never left Scarlett's face as she sat across from him, her posture tense. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, the hum of distant conversations around them doing little to mask the weight of what Damon was about to say.“I’m telling you this because you’re running out of time,” Damon said, his voice low, almost a whisper. He leaned forward slightly, closing the space between them, the urgency in his tone unmistakable.Scarlett’s eyes flickered with unease, her fingers tracing the edge of her wine glass absentmindedly. She had known Damon long enough to recognize when he was pushing an agenda, when he was selling something she wasn’t sure she wanted to buy.“You need to marry James,” Damon continued, his voice unwavering. “The sooner you’re tied to him, the better.”She tilted her
Jaxon sat at his desk, the hum of his laptop the only sound breaking the silence in the office. The screen in front of him was filled with CrossCorp’s financial reports, pages of numbers, line items, and budgets. But it wasn’t the numbers that had caught his attention; it was a single line buried deep in the reports under the innocuous title, “Project Nemesis.”His brow furrowed as he clicked on the link, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. Project Nemesis, it sounded like something out of a spy thriller. But Jaxon wasn’t one for coincidences. There had to be something more to it, and the thought of CrossCorp being involved in something shadowy made his instincts flare.With one swift motion, he opened another window to investigate the transactions associated with the project. It didn’t take long before the pieces began to fall into place. CrossCorp’s books were clean on the surface, but these transactions, large, untraceable sums moving between offshore accounts, told a different
Mimi sat at her kitchen table, her hands trembling as she stared down at the papers spread before her. The custody battle had consumed her life, but now, with James and Scarlett’s relentless attacks, it felt like she was suffocating. The weight of everything, Simeon’s future, her own sanity, pressed down on her like a suffocating fog. Her phone buzzed once again, another reminder from her lawyer, but she barely had the energy to look at it. She felt defeated.“Why can’t they just leave me alone?” she muttered under her breath, her voice cracking with emotion. She was so tired, tired of the constant fight, tired of the lies, and tired of the endless manipulations. The thought of facing James in court, knowing how far he would go to ruin her, was almost too much to bear.A knock on the door interrupted her spiraling thoughts. She wiped her eyes quickly and opened it to find Jaxon standing there, his expression serious but soft with concern.“Mimi, you don’t have to do this alone,” he sa
Mimi sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers nervously tapping the armrest. The television was on, muted for background noise, until the headline flashed across the screen: Local Businesswoman’s Custody Battle Turns Ugly: Mimi's Past Under Scrutiny. Her heart skipped a beat as the image of Scarlett filled the screen.Mimi leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the television. Scarlett’s face, as polished as ever, was staring back at her. The words that followed felt like ice water poured over her.“She abandoned her husband, and now she’s trying to take Simeon from a family who can give him everything he needs,” Scarlett’s voice echoed through the room, each word sharper than the last. “Mimi’s not fit to be a mother. She’s unstable, unfit, and she’ll stop at nothing to drag Simeon into her chaos. She doesn’t deserve him.”The screen cut back to the news anchor, whose expression was stiff, as though unsure whether to comment on the bombshell just dropped.Mimi’s breath hitched, her hands
Mimi sat in the bustling café, her hands trembling around her coffee cup. The steady murmur of voices around her faded into the background as her mind raced. James’s call earlier had left her rattled, but now, another blow awaited her.As she lifted her cup to her lips, a conversation caught her attention from a nearby table. Two women, chatting casually, leaned in close. One of them mentioned her name, and Mimi froze, her heartbeat quickening.“Did you hear about Mimi?” one of the women whispered, barely audible above the din of the café.Mimi’s stomach dropped.“The custody battle is taking a toll on her. I heard she’s unstable, you know, mentally. She’s not fit to take care of Simeon. It’s probably for the best if he stays with James.” The other woman nodded in agreement, unaware of Mimi’s presence.Mimi clenched her fists, her coffee forgotten as the words from James’s earlier call echoed in her mind. He was playing dirty, using everything in his power to destroy her, including he
Simeon’s sobs broke through the quiet of the apartment, each sound like a desperate plea for help. Mimi rushed to him, her heart pounding as she knelt beside him. His small body was shaking with fear, his face streaked with tears. She reached out, pulling him close, but his trembling only grew stronger. “I don’t want to go with them, Mommy,” he whispered, his voice choked with fear. “I don’t want them to take me.” Mimi’s breath hitched. Her throat tightened as she hugged him, trying to calm him, but a cold knot of dread formed in the pit of her stomach. James was relentless, this wasn’t just a custody battle anymore. This was a war. And she was losing. “Simeon,” she whispered, running her hand through his hair. “No one is going to take you. I won’t let them.” She repeated the words, trying to convince both him and herself. But the uncertainty gnawed at her. She could already hear the wheels of the system turning, and she wasn’t sure she had the strength to stop them. Simeon looked