LOGINEmma kept her face calm and professional even though her heart was racing. She had recognized Adrian’s mother the moment she stepped into the studio. The older woman carried herself with the same cold authority Emma remembered from the mansion. For the sake of the watching staff, Emma refused to show any discomfort. Leading by bad example was not how Lumina operated.“Good morning,” Emma said politely, extending her hand. “I’m Emma, the manager. How may I help you today?”Adrian’s mother shook her hand briefly, her grip firm. “I saw your collection online. I’m interested in a particular design, the midnight blue scarf with the silver thread pattern. Do you have it in stock?”Emma nodded without hesitation. “Yes, we do. It’s one of our signature pieces. The silver threading is hand-stitched and uses sustainable metallic fibers. How many would you like to purchase?”They moved to a quiet meeting corner. Emma spread out sample books and fabric swatches on the table. Adrian’s mother sat w
I couldn’t sit still.After we got home safely, I waited until the twins were settled before I called Emma. She had stayed behind at the school to speak with the police. My hands were still shaking when I dialed her number.“Emma,” I said the moment she picked up. “What did the police say? Who was that man following us? Did he tell them who sent him?”Emma’s voice was calm, but I could hear the worry underneath. “He didn’t speak much. He asked to make one phone call. The officers let him, but they stayed close. He didn’t say who he was calling. They’re still questioning him now. They think he might be connected to someone powerful. They promised to update us as soon as they know more.”I closed my eyes. My gut was screaming one name. Adrian. It had to be him. No one else would go to this length. But I couldn’t be sure. Not yet.“I’m going to be extra careful from now on,” I told her. “We can’t take any chances with the kids.”I hung up and stared at the phone for a long moment. Then I
Adrian was in his study when his phone rang. He answered quickly, expecting another update on the search for Marcus. Instead, the voice on the other end belonged to one of his most trusted men planted inside Nathan’s company. “Sir,” the man said, his voice low and urgent. “Something strange just happened. Nathan Hale called out the name ‘Serena’ to a woman in a car. He shouted it as the car was pulling away. I couldn’t see her face clearly because of the dark tinted windows, but it was definitely her he was calling to.” Adrian froze. The glass in his hand stopped halfway to his lips. Surprise flashed across his face, quickly replaced by sharp focus. He set the glass down slowly. “Serena?” he repeated, his voice low. “Are you sure that’s the name he used?” “Yes, sir. Clear as day. He tried to correct himself right after, but I heard it. The car left the building a few minutes ago. It looked like a private driver.” Adrian’s mind raced. Serena. The name he had not heard in years. Th
The next morning felt almost normal. I woke up to the sound of the twins laughing in the living room. Emma was already helping them get ready for school, packing their small lunch boxes and tying Lila’s hair into neat ponytails. I stood at the doorway watching them for a moment. Elias was trying to put on his shoes the wrong way, and Lila was giggling at him. My heart felt full. “Mommy!” Elias ran to me and hugged my legs. “Can we get ice cream after school?” I smiled and ruffled his hair. “Only if you’re good today. Now go finish getting ready.” Emma looked at me and smiled. “I’ll take them to school. Clara is waiting for you in the living room. She seems excited about today.” I nodded. “Thank you, Emma.” She waved it off like she always did and led the twins out. I watched them leave from the window, waving until the car disappeared. Then I turned to Clara. She was dressed in a simple but neat outfit I had given her last night. She looked nervous but happy. “Ready?” I asked.
Clara took a deep breath and began. Her voice was soft at first, but it grew stronger as she spoke. “When I returned to the mansion, the head maid was waiting for me. She told me Adrian had given new orders. I was no longer a regular maid. I was assigned to his personal service only. Cleaning his room, bringing his meals, attending to anything he needed. No other duties. I knew what it meant. He wanted me close so he could punish me for being at your naming ceremony.”She paused, eyes distant. “That first evening, I carried his wine to his study. He locked the door before I could leave. He… he took me that night. It was rough. He didn’t care that I didn’t want it. He just used me. Again and again.”Clara’s voice cracked. “Lia caught us. She came to the door and heard everything. When Adrian finally opened it, she slapped me so hard I fell. She called me names. Said I was a traitor. Adrian didn’t stop her. He just watched. The next day, I was fired. They threw me out with nothing but
Adrian began touching her.His hands moved with urgent need, sliding over Rosa’s shoulders and down her arms. The drug had taken complete control of him. His eyes were dark, clouded with desire. He pulled her closer, pressing her body against his. Rosa’s back was still against the locked door. She tried to push him away, her small hands pressing against his chest.“Sir… please… no,” she whispered, her voice trembling. She twisted her body, trying to slip free, but Adrian was much stronger. His grip tightened on her waist. He was already hard, his body pressing insistently against her.Rosa struggled harder. She turned her face away when he tried to kiss her neck. “Mr. Adrian, stop. I don’t want this. Please let me go.”But he didn’t hear her. Or he didn’t care. The drug had turned him into something primal. He lifted her easily and carried her to the large bed in the corner of the study. Rosa kicked her legs weakly, but it was useless. He laid her down on her stomach, face pressed int
Several weeks had passed since I escaped the mansion.I haven't heard from Clara in a long time, I really hope she's ok and she hasn't been caught. I didn't know what Adrian was planning or whether I should still be trying to run. But for the meantime I was still free.That freedom came with a hea
After several days, I haven't heard from Clara on how things are going in the mansion until today, the burner phone heavy in my hands. The room smelled of stale smoke and cheap cleaner. Emma was asleep on the couch, her breathing steady, she wasn't going to be going to work today. It was her day of
I sat cross-legged on a small bed in the cabin, the small lamp casting a weak yellow light over the scattered papers. Emma has gone to work and doesn't usually come back till it gets dark. The room was quiet except for the distant sound of traffic on the highway. My hands trembled as I picked up th
The car engine hummed softly as Emma drove through the dark roads. I sat in the passenger seat, clutching the backpack Clara had given me like it was the only thing keeping me alive. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every pair of headlights behind us made my stomach twist.“Are we far enough?” I ask







