LOGIN[Emily]
“Get off her!” someone shouted from behind him. The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't see who it was. He had a gun pointed at the man’s head.
The man raised his hands and slowly got off me. Stepping down, my saviour's face finally came into view, and I was shocked by who it was.
“Are you alright?” He asked me, and I nodded my head, speechless. I never thought he’d be my last hope. I stepped down from the car and realised there was a different gang of men pointing guns at the man, and his men.
“What are you doing, Cyrus? I thought I warned you not to cause trouble here?”
“And I thought I told you not to interfere in my business," Cyrus sneered back. He looked pissed, but he was outnumbered and could do nothing. I avoided looking at him and prayed that this would all end soon so I could get the hell out of there.
"If you don't want that then get out of here."
“I will, but I’m taking the girl with me.”
“No, you won’t. She owes you nothing, and so she comes with me”
Cyrus's men moved closer, trying to initimidate the other men but they stood their ground.
“Don’t let this turn bloody, Cyrus. She’s not going with you, and that’s final.”
“Is that a threat?” Cyrus let out a laugh, finding the situation amusing. He looked briefly at me, but I turned away from his gaze.
“Take it how you want to.”
“ You’ll pay for this, Alan. Mark my words, you will. And you, miss, you better watch your back.”
He called his men off, and they climbed into the van before driving off. He looked at us through the rearview mirror, and there was an evil grin plastered on his face. I watched them retreat until I was certain they were out of sight before letting out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. The men waited a few moments longer to ensure they wouldn’t return.
“I should have listened to you when you warned me to leave. All this wouldn’t have happened if I had done what you'd asked.” Suddenly, so overwhelmed that I started crying. The worst would have happened if he hadn’t shown up.
The bartender, Alan, pulled me in for a hug. I didn’t care that I barely knew him; all the problems I had been facing for the past few weeks suddenly crashed down on me, and I sobbed as I’d never done before.
He held me close until I finally calmed down.
“Thank you for saving me. I would have been—.” I broke out in tears again. Just thinking about it hurts.
He moved back slightly and said, “It’s nothing. I don’t help people that often, so I’m not a good person. And I’m sorry about the way I spoke to you earlier. You were being so stubborn, and I just lost it.”
“It’s okay. I should have listened to you, too.”
“Cyrus is a dangerous man, someone not to mess with. His threat means nothing to me because he needs me. The same can’t be said for you. I'd advise you to leave New York for a while because I know he’ll try to find you. His pride’s been hurt, so he won’t let it slide.”
I nodded, overwhelmed by everything. But I knew I had to listen to him this time, and so I smiled at him and said, “Okay, I will.”
Alan gave me his number and told me to contact him if anything came up. I thanked him, and he shook my hand before turning to leave. He opened the door, but I called him, halting his steps.
“I have a question.”
He nodded as if telling me to carry on.
My voice was shaky as the words tumbled out of my mouth, “The man I met the other night, his boss- what’s his name?”
“You’re safer not knowing that," he said before disappearing behind the door.
My heart sank. Just thinking of how dangerous my baby’s father could be made me disappointed with myself. There was no way I’d allow my child to be tainted with the impure deeds of its father. I had to go away, raise my child somewhere far away. It was the only choice I had at the moment.
I took a moment to collect myself before taking my bag that lay forgotten on the ground. I made my way out of the alley and hailed a taxi. As I sat in the backseat of the moving vehicle, the lyrics of ‘August’ flowed through my lips as I thought of everything that had happened. I was determined to put distance between myself and the disturbing events that had unfolded today.
Little did I know that it would be an impossible task to do.
[Lucent]The sting on my cheek was nothing compared to the sting on my pride.For a moment, I couldn't move, couldn't breathe and couldn't do anything but stare at the woman who had just slapped me in front of half the marketing department. The sound still echoed in my ears, bouncing off the cubicle walls and settling into the stunned silence that had descended over the floor.My hand rose to my face, touching the spot where her palm had connected. The skin was already throbbing. I could feel the shape of her handprint forming beneath my fingers. No one had ever slapped me before, not even my mama.I should have been furious. I should have grabbed her wrist, twisted it and reminded her exactly who she was dealing with. But I wasn't furious. I was shocked to my bones, but it wasn't the slap that had me frozen in place, but what she'd said. "Don't you dare talk about your son that way ever again!"'Your' son. Not 'my' son. 'Your son.' 'My son'. The phrase echoed in my head, looping
[Emily]"Are you sure?" I asked, even though I already knew. Even though I could see Lucent watching us from across the room, his eyes widening as he took in my reaction."I'm sure, Em." Lisa's eyes filled with worry. "He's going to be working with us. Every day. He's your …he's your colleague now."My knees felt weak. I gripped Lisa's arm tighter, using her to steady myself. This was a nightmare. It has to be. Any second now, I'd wake up in my bed, and none of this would be real.But I didn't wake up because this was real. This was happening.Lucent Volkov, the man who had called me a whore, the man who had looked at me with those cold blue eyes and told me I was nothing, was going to be working in the same office as me. Sitting in the cubicle right next to mine.And did he have to sit right next to me?!Did Elias know about this? I had to talk to him. I had to understand how this had happened."I'll be right back," I said, my voice steady even though my hands trembled with anger. "I
[Emily]The afternoon sun was warm against my skin as I waited outside Hayden's school, watching the stream of children pour through the gates. Backpacks bounced against small shoulders, laughter echoed across the playground, and somewhere a mother was calling after her daughter to tie her shoelaces before she tripped.I spotted Hayden before he spotted me. He was talking with Marcus, his best friend, gesturing wildly as he described something that clearly required a lot of enthusiasm. His gap-toothed smile caught the light, and my heart swelled the way it always did when I looked at him. "Mummy!" he broke away from Marcus and sprinted toward me, his backpack thumping against his back with each step. He crashed into my legs, wrapping his arms around me like he hadn't seen me in years instead of hours. "Hey, baby. How was school?""Good!" he pulled back, his green eyes sparkling with excitement. "But Mummy, everyone was talking about you today."I frowned, bending down to his level.
[Lucent] Cyrus leaned forward, "Take a guess." The words hung in the air between us, heavy and damning. I stared at him, my mind reeling. "He's killed before?" I didn't know if it was a statement or an expression of how shocked I was. "You're lying to me, I know you are." There's no way Elias is a murderer. I've done a lot of bad things in my life, but killing someone, the thought had never crossed my mind, despite how much I resented them, probably because I've had death staring me in the face ever since I was young. "Am I?" Cyrus's eyes were cold as he said. "You know nothing about your brother. How can you call me a liar?" He paused, letting his words sink in. "Elias is no innocent fool; he's got everyone wrapped around the false image he's created for himself. Even you." "What are you trying to say?" I demanded, suddenly tired of his twisted words and games. "I was there when he made the call to your father. He got you off the position, didn't he?" Cyrus's words rekindled
[Emily]I stood frozen in the doorway of Elias's office, my mind still reeling from the sight of Cyrus's face. My memories took me back six years, to that dark alley. I thought of the sound of a gunshot silenced by a suppressor. I thought of the blood that pooled on the concrete. Of Cyrus's men, dragging that dead man into the back of a car as if he were rubbish. And of how Cyrus's men had dragged me into the van, his hands on my body, the terror that had consumed me. And he'd nearly… He'd nearly assaulted me, but that bartender had saved me. What was his name again? Alan! Yes Alan. He'd warned me to stay far away from Cyrus and the man who had pulled the trigger, their boss."Emily?" Elias's voice pulled me back again; concern etched across his features. "You look like you've seen a ghost."I forced my legs to move, stepping into the office and letting the door close behind me with a soft click. The sound felt final, like a trap closing. My hands were trembling, so I clasped them t
[Lucent]The taxi pulled up to the entrance of LensCorp, and I stared at the building through the rain-streaked window as if it were the source of all my problems. Which, I suppose, it was.I paid the driver and stepped out, the humidity hitting me like a wet blanket. This city was nothing like any in Russia. Here, the air was thick and heavy, and everything moved at a slower pace that grated on my nerves. I was used to the sharp cold of Saint Petersburg, the way the winter wind cut through you and kept you sharp. But here, it felt as though the city itself was trying to lull you into complacency.I walked toward the glass doors, my jaw tight, my hands clenched at my sides. I could only think about the phone call from the man whose sperm had birthed me this morning. Every word exchanged was still ringing in my ears, and each step closer to the building only framed the flames of my anger."Lucent, I've decided to make some changes to your position at LensCorp. Elias brought up some val







