CHRISTIANThe phone rang three times before it went to voicemail.I stared at the screen like it had personally offended me, then dropped it on the desk with a sharp clatter and leaned back in my chair, glaring at nothing.She wasn’t picking up.I’d already tried twice before this, and each time it was the same—her voice on the recording, and nothing else. A little part of me hoped she would at least text me back, even if it was just to tell me to go to hell. But no. Nothing.Why did I even care? I was mad at her. She hadn’t told me she was being threatened, but I was genuinely worried. It must’ve taken its toll on her. I just hoped she was okay. I’d have to call Alfred later.I dragged a hand over my face and let out a bitter laugh. She had avoided Alex all through dinner last night too, which I didn’t miss, no matter how hard she tried to play it off.And the worst part? I wasn’t even sure which of them I was angrier at — Alex, for being the one to tell me what she was going through
PENELOPEWhen I pushed the door open, the house was quiet.The lights in the foyer were on, casting a warm glow over the entrance, but the warmth didn’t reach the people standing there waiting for me.Christian was sitting at the base of the stairs, his elbows were resting on his knees, head bowed slightly. His jacket was off, the sleeves of his shirt was rolled up, there was nothing loose about the tension in his frame.This was here he rushed too from dinner, I almost thought he went back to work, even Liam hadn’t known where he was going to. And I avoided Alex throughout, everytime I look at him, I remember Christian’s threatening words to me.Maria stood at one side of the hall, it was the one time since she started living here that I don’t see a juice in her hands. Alfred was near the kitchen archway, he had a worried expression. And Jess… Jess stood near the banister, she looked worried.It felt like they’d all been… waiting for me.I stopped just inside the door, clutching my
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