CHRISTIANI hadn’t heard from her.Not a word, a call, or even a text. Not since she showed up at the penthouse after her fight with Jess just so I could fuck the sadness out of her. And I hadn’t bothered reaching out either.She needed space, fine. But she’d been sitting in her car that morning outside my building long after she should’ve driven off, and the image hadn’t left my head since.This morning, I called Alfred to check how she was doing. “She doesn’t look well,” he had said.I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Just make her something she likes. Chicken, shrimp, whatever she’s been pretending not to crave lately. She’ll feel better after she eats.”“Yes, sir.”I hung up and went back to work, trying to push her out of my mind.Liam walked into my office hours later, two coffees in hand. He dropped one in front of me and sat down like he owned the place.“You’ve got that face again,” he said.“What face?” I muttered, flipping through pages of a report.“The one where you prete
PENELOPEIt’s been three days.Three days since I fought with Jess, since I walked out of Christian’s penthouse after our argument, and since the threats became constant.I haven’t told anyone. Not Jess, not Maria, not even Alfred. I don’t know how. I don’t even know who to trust. And I sure as hell don’t want to scare anyone else. So, I’ve been quiet, pretending everything is okay while barely holding myself together.The second letter was the one that shook me the most. It was waiting for me in my car after I left Christian’s that morning. It was folded neatly and sitting right on my driver’s seat like it had been hand-placed there moments before I arrived.The alarm hadn’t gone off last night or this morning because security would have alerted us.“Next time, I won’t wait until you leave the bed.”I remember sitting frozen for what felt like hours, unable to even cry, until Christian had shown up, asking why I was still there, unaware I was barely breathing. I had to bring myself t
CHRISTIANShe thought I wasn’t there that morning. She thought she was dreaming when she heard me say, “I miss you too, princess.”But she wasn’t dreaming.I stood in the doorway of my bedroom, watching her curled up on my side of the bed. Bolt sat just outside, tail thudding against the floor when he saw me. I ruffled his head and whispered a quiet “good boy” before walking out.There was something strange about the way she looked that night, even in her sleep as I cuddled her. Tired in a way that had nothing to do with physical exhaustion. Restless, almost like she was hiding from something.She had said she couldn’t sleep with that thing in her room, and I couldn’t ask because she didn’t know I was there and I didn’t want to scare her. But now? Watching her sleep, I was starting to wonder.Alfred nodded at me quietly as I made my way downstairs, not saying a word, as the driver opened the door, and I got in, determined to drown myself in work for the rest of the day.But of course,
PENELOPE “I said—tell her what you told me.”I was sitting on Christian’s desk, hands clenched so tight my nails were digging into my palms. Jess stood near the door with her arms folded, and Maya sat across from me like a criminal in a courtroom. We’d been locked in here for ten minutes. Ten agonizing, boiling, suffocating minutes. And now I've had enough.I had called Jess to come home immediately when Maya started her little confession, and I didn’t want Jess to miss out on it.Maya’s lips trembled, as she began to talk. “She… Samantha. She approached me a few months after I started working at the bakery. She offered me money to help destroy it.” She paused. “I said no.”Jess inhaled sharply.“And the same week I refused,” Maya continued, “my brother was in an accident. It wasn’t random, Samantha made sure I knew it was her.”My chest tightened as I stared at her, but it felt like I was staring through her.“I should’ve told you. I know I should’ve, but I was scared. It started wi
PENELOPE I barely slept. I tossed all night, my mind too loud, my body too tired to follow it. At some point, I remember curling into Christian’s side. I was sure I felt his arm brush my back and his lips pressed gently to my forehead. It had to be real—it felt real. But when I finally opened my eyes this morning, the other side of the bed was neatly made. Empty. I decided against going to work. I wasn’t in the mood for heels, or makeup, or pretending I didn’t feel like I was quietly crashing out. Working from home would do. I got up, tied my hair up into a loose bun, dragging myself down the stairs, taking a seat at the table, silently scrolling through emails I didn’t plan to answer yet. Alfred was in the kitchen, already making breakfast with his usual quiet rhythm. I could hear the distant whrrr of Maria’s blender, that annoying high-pitched hum always meant her so-called “cleansing juice” was back on the menu.How she had the nerve to make that every morning in this house was
PENELOPE“…and if we get those supplier contracts signed before the end of the week, we’ll have enough room to pivot the rollout before Q3,” Lucas said, scrolling through the tablet in his hand.“Let’s do it,” I replied, shutting the folder on my desk and standing. “Have the legal team go through it once more, and loop in Marlene. I want her to handle the call with Dubai personally.”Lucas nodded, slipping the tablet under his arm. “Consider it done. You’re sure you don’t want to postpone the meeting with the Singapore office till next week?”“I need the distraction,” I said, smiling faintly. “Besides, I’ve been gone too long to be easing back in.”Lucas nodded, leaning against the edge of my desk. “That’s what I was thinking too. God, I miss working like this with you.”I smiled faintly. “I’m not back permanently.”“Yet.”I rolled my eyes, but it was playful. “It’s just until I figure out what to do with the bakery.”“I know,” he said. “But you’re better when you’re busy, less broody