The crack I’d seen in her mask those wide eyes, that twitch in her hand disappeared just as fast as it came. She scoffed, lips curling into that smug smile she always wore like a crown.
“You think you can threaten me, Naina?” she said“I’m sure you don’t even have the disc.”
I didn’t move. I just stared at her, hard.
I wasn’t going to let her shake me this time.
“Like I said,” I said quietly, “I’ll make you pay for everything you did. And with that disc, I will .”
And with that, I turned away from her.
I didn’t wait to see the expression on her face. I didn’t care to.
But I knew…
God, I knew that what I said hit her deep. I felt it in the way the air shifted. She hadn’t flinched when I accused her of murder, of the experiments, of hidi
Kyle stepped closer and gently took the knife from my hand, though I wasn’t even sure when I had let go. My fingers loosened on instinct, as if they no longer belonged to me.Without a word, he walked over to where Freya was still on her knees. Then, to my surprise, he crouched in front of her. He didn’t look at her right away. Instead, he stared at the knife in his hand, his expression unreadable.“So… you were planning to drive this through my chest?” he asked quietly, his tone calm, just too calm. His eyes never left the blade as he traced its sharp edge with his index finger, completely unbothered by the risk of cutting himself.“I’m really sorry,” Freya choked out again. “I’m sorry…”Kyle looked up and gave a slight nod to the two guards, who understood the silent command and left without a word. Then, he turned to the other maids. One glance from him, and they all vanished too
After we got home, the maids were still moving around quietly, and Kyle went straight upstairs without saying a word. I stood there for a second, watching him disappear, his footsteps fading as he turned the corner.I was about to go check on Freya when one of the maids approached me slowly and bowed her head slightly.“Ma’am… Freya is gone,” she said softly.I turned to her sharply, my heart skipping. “What? Gone? What do you mean gone , where?”“She got a call… from someone,” the maid explained nervously. “She seemed in a hurry. We tried to stop her, but… she… she threatened us with a knife before leaving the house.”Her words hit me like cold water.A knife?Freya?I stared at the maid, unable to say anything. My brain was trying to process the pieces but nothing was clicking.Who had called her?Where could she have gone in that condition?“You can go,” I said quietly, and she bowed again and walked away.I went upstairs, my heart beating fast, and walked into my room. I looked at
I stood frozen, unable to move from where I was as the room filled with urgency. The doctor rushed in first, followed by a team of nurses and then Kyle. My eyes were still glued to DK’s body on the bed, his chest motionless, his hand still slightly outstretched as if he had been reaching for something. For me.I took a few shaky steps backward, almost stumbling, as I watched the doctor place the defibrillator pads on DK’s chest.“One… two… three!” he called, and I saw DK’s chest jerk upward from the shock, then fall back again. His body looked so fragile, too still, like it could break into pieces with just one wrong touch.My hands began to tremble violently, and I didn’t even realize Kyle had stepped beside me until I felt his hand wrap gently around mine. His grip was firm, grounding but I couldn’t feel anything except the stabbing ache that spread through my chest.Why was this happening?Why now?Why him?I tried to steady my breathing, but it was no use. The room felt smaller, s
I looked at him waiting.Not blinking, not breathing too hard, just… waiting. Like if I watched close enough, I could catch the flicker of a lie in his eyes.But Kyle just stared back “Well, the answer you’re looking for is no. I wasn’t the one who gave the police any disc.” He saidSimple. Clean. No hesitation. And somehow… that made it harder to believe.I leaned back against the seat, trying to mask the unease twisting in my chest. He could be lying. Or telling the truth. And the worst part? I honestly didn’t know which would feel worse.If it wasn’t him… then who?My mind started racing. Names blurred through my thoughts until one stuck: Lucas. Could he be the one?Kyle interrupted my train of thought, still staring at me. “So… can we go now?”Before I could answer, my phone lit up again. I exhaled softly and glanced at the screen. Vivian. Grateful for the excuse to turn away from him, I picked up.“Hey Naina,” her voice came through, light but slightly rushed, “just wanted t
As Kyle walked in, he didn’t look the least bit surprised to see me like he expected it. He made his way toward us and glanced at the officer who was about to escort Mrs. Prescott out.“Ten more minutes,” Kyle said simply.The officer nodded and stepped out without a word.Kyle turned to me“I didn’t think you’d come here,” he said, then shifted his gaze to his grandmother who was already glaring at him like she could burn holes through his skull.He let out a breath and folded his arms.“You know you’re making this harder for me, right? You being here, and Harry whom you appointed as the new CEO in a coma... now I’ve got everything falling on me.”His voice was clipped, emotionless. Like he wasn’t talking about a person, but a business transaction.“It’s almost funny,” he continued, “The company you spent your whole life
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Freya as she slept. Her face was streaked with the remnants of tears, her breathing soft and uneven. She had cried so hard she’d passed out from sheer exhaustion.The maids had come in earlier, quietly tending to her offering water, placing a cool towel on her head, trying to comfort her in the only ways they knew how. But when she woke, she could barely speak. Her voice was a whisper of itself, and her eyes were lost, like she was somewhere far away. She eventually drifted back to sleep, completely drained.I rose to my feet slowly, grabbing my bag. My eyes lingered on her for a moment longer. Something about her father’s death didn’t sit right with me.Yes, maybe it was guilt. Maybe he did take his own life out of shame for what he was part of…But what if that wasn’t it?What if someone had made sure he would never speak again?I shook the