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Chapter 4: Hidden Truths
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2025-05-31 05:08:26Juliette didn’t wait for Celeste to gather her wits. The second Mason's voice echoed down the sterile corridor, she lunged forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the emergency exit with the urgency of a woman being hunted.
“Mommy, who was that lady?” Mason asked, his small legs struggling to keep up as Juliette yanked open the stairwell door. “She’s no one, baby,” Juliette breathed, guiding him down two flights in silence. Her pulse thundered in her ears, drowning out the rhythmic thudding of their descent. “We have to go.” Juliette didn’t stop until they reached the underground parking garage, her lungs burning and her hands trembling as she secured Mason in his booster seat. She slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. Across from her, the exit gate blinked its red eye, waiting for her to move. “Mommy…” Mason’s voice was quieter now. “Did I do something bad?” Juliette turned, her heart splintering at the sight of his wide, tear-brimmed eyes. “No, sweetheart,” she said, forcing a smile as she wiped his cheek. “You were perfect. You were just… surprising.” She didn’t add - ‘like a secret detonated in public’. Because that’s exactly what had happened. Her secret — their secret — was now tangled in the hands of the one woman who would use it like a blade. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That night, Juliette stared at the ceiling in her dim apartment, Mason sleeping peacefully beside her in their shared bed. Her heart ached at the innocence of his soft breaths, and at the storm she could feel brewing. She hadn't meant for him to see Damon. She hadn't meant for Damon to see her. But now the past had woken up and it was already pulling threads she’d tried so hard to bury. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Across the city, in the towering penthouse wing of the Thorne estate hospital, Damon Thorne twisted in his sheets, breath shallow, brow slick with sweat. Flashes of light danced behind his eyes — memories blurred into dreams. A woman in white. Laughter. The scent of vanilla and something faintly like jasmine. A beachside villa at sunset. Hands touching. Lips whispering. “Forever.” And a child. Small hands. Big, curious eyes. Calling out — “Daddy?” The dream twisted, the wedding fading into fire, the child into a mist. He woke with a start, chest heaving. “Juliette!” The name ripped from his lips like a wound torn open. He sat up, heart pounding as monitors around him beeped in protest. A nurse rushed in, but Damon barely noticed her presence. His hand went to his chest. That name. That voice. Why did it feel like lightning had struck his soul? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two doors down, Celeste froze as she passed Damon’s room on her way to the lounge. She had heard it — the name. She turned, hand clenched on the glass window. “Juliette…” Her lips curled into a grim line. She turned on her heel and stormed down the hall to the executive wing — Evelyn Thorne’s private suite. She didn’t bother knocking. Evelyn stood by the mini-bar, pouring herself a glass of something dark and aged. “I warned you,” Celeste hissed as she entered. “She was here. She ran off before I could stop her — but not before leaving a parting gift.” Evelyn raised an eyebrow, unbothered. “Let me guess. Damon said her name.” “Screamed it. In his sleep. The memories are surfacing.” Evelyn sighed and sipped her drink, calm in a way that made Celeste’s skin crawl. “He always had a strong subconscious bond with her,” Evelyn murmured, almost wistfully. “Even when we tried to erase her.” Celeste’s eyes sharpened. “So it’s true.” Evelyn looked at her evenly. “Yes. Juliette was once his fiancée. She was… inconvenient. We took care of it.” Celeste felt the weight of the words settles like poison in her stomach. “And the boy?” Evelyn paused — just long enough for the answer to become dangerous. “We don’t know,” she said finally. “But I intend to find out.” Celeste’s gaze darkened, her fingers twitching by her side. “This changes everything.” “No,” Evelyn said, stepping closer. “It threatens everything. If Damon remembers what we did... If he learns the truth about the wedding, about Juliette..” She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t need to. Celeste stared at the glass in Evelyn’s hand, her jaw tightening. “You promised I would be the next Mrs. Thorne.” “And you will,” Evelyn said coolly. “As long as Juliette stays gone. Forever.” Celeste turned toward the door, her voice a whisper of steel. “Then I’ll make sure she does.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Outside the hospital, hidden in the shadows, a man in a dark trench coat lowered his phone from his ear. He had listened to every word. His lips curled into a twisted smile. “Well, well,” he muttered. “Looks like the game’s just begun.”
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