Delilah slid into the backseat of the cab, her heart hammering with excitement. The bag beside her was heavier than anything sheâd carried before, but the thought of what it contained kept her adrenaline surging. She glanced out the window as the cab sped through the quiet streets. When the tall, gleaming building of Safe Haven International came into view, a smile tugged at her lips.She knew this place well. Memories of the last time sheâd been here swirled in her mind, but today, everything felt different.Once the cab stopped, Delilah handed over the fare and stepped out, dragging the bulky gym bag with her. The effort made her muscles burn, but she wasnât about to let that show. With her shoulders squared, she carried the bag into the lobby, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor.The receptionist at the front desk looked up from her screen, her professional smile faltering ever so slightly when she noticed the oversized bag in Delilahâs grasp. The smile retu
Helen leaned forward, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she dug into Rowan Wilderâs schedule. Her eyebrows furrowed as she mumbled under her breath, "Too bad he offended Mrs. Rose."Out of nowhere, Rubyâs voice cut in, startling Helen."How long is this going to take?" Ruby leaned against the back of Helenâs chair, arms crossed. "I want that double pay she promised."Helen sighed, glancing over her shoulder. "Give me a few more minutes. This stuff takes time."Ruby rolled her eyes but said nothing, stepping away to let Helen work.A few minutes later, Helen pushed her chair back. "Got him."Ruby perked up, peering at the screen."Heâs not heading to the studio today," Helen explained. "Heâs free, and heâll be at a restaurant nearby. Small place, not too crowded. He likes his privacy.""Thatâs perfect," Delilah said, her voice calm but firm. She stood in the doorway, arms folded as she listened. "Weâll move fast. Letâs plan."Later that afternoon, Delilah lay flat on the rooftop
Delilah returned to the mansion late in the evening. She quickly changed into a soft, silk nightgown before joining Marco for dinner.The evening passed in quiet conversation, with Marco occasionally watching her intently as if assessing her health. After dinner, they retired to the bedroom, where Marco finally spoke."Itâs been a few days since you were discharged," he said, his deep voice calm yet carrying an hint of authority. "The doctor instructed me to remove the bandage by now, so Iâll need to take care of it tonight."Delilah nodded without hesitation. She trusted him completely, though a flicker of warmth passed through her at his steady insistence on overseeing her care.She approached him, and Marco gently guided her to sit on the edge of their bed. He positioned himself beside her, his tall frame intimidating yet offering a silent reassurance."So," Marco began, his hands brushing over the bandaged area on her right hand, "how was it at the cafĂ©?"Delilah tilted her head
Marco sat at his oak desk in the sprawling library, his fingers lightly tapping the polished surface. The room was dimly lit, with a single lamp casting a golden hue over the dark wood and leather-bound books lining the shelves. A man stood before him, stiff and slightly nervousâFelix, the ever-efficient right eye of Marcoâs operations.Marcoâs sharp gaze lifted to Felix, signaling him to speak."Just as you ordered, I got some information about the fire incident," Felix began, his voice calm but cautious. "It occurred due to a gas leak in the kitchen."Marco leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing. "And whoâs behind the gas leak?"Felix blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Who?"A muscle in Marcoâs jaw tensed as he regarded Felix coolly. "It isnât possible for the gas to suddenly leak as though it were some kind of coincidence," he said, his tone sharp. "The pipes are new. Thereâs never been a problem with them before. Someone had to have done it deliberately. Donât you think?"Fel
The cafĂ© buzzed with murmurs as Delilah stepped forward, her gaze steady on Tom. "That video doesnât confirm Iâm involved in anything concerning Judge Madisonâs death. You can ask my regular customer over there. Iâm not even a fan of the news. I keep to myself, and Iâm a clean person."She gestured toward a man seated by the window, who looked up from his coffee, startled. He nodded hastily. "Sheâs right. The other day, I was convincing her to watch the news. She doesnât even care about that stuff."Delilah waved her left hand, a smug smile gracing her lips. "See?"Emily sputtered, her confident facade crumbling. "But... butâ"Tom raised his hand to silence her, turning his focus to Delilah. "Mrs. Delilah, you claim innocence, but the video raises several concerns. First, your statement: 'He got what he deserved' could be interpreted as a confession or motive. Second, your demeanorâcold and unbotheredâraises suspicion. And third, your defensive attitude suggests you might be hiding s
Ruby's heartbeat steadied as she reminded herself they had prepared for situations like this. Still, her voice carried venom as she muttered, "That Emily! Sheâs such a bitch." Delilahâs sharp gaze shifted to the officer leading the search. "Alright, go on," she said coolly, waving her left hand as though she had nothing to hide. Tom gave her a curt nod before turning to his team and signaling them to start. The murmurs among the cafĂ© patrons grew louder, their unease clear. One of the female officers, noticing the rising discomfort, raised her hand. "Everyone, please remain calm and stay where you are. Weâll need to ask a few questions." A skeptical customer folded his arms, grumbling, "Questions?" Another sighed audibly, shaking their head. "I knew I shouldnât have come to this cafĂ© today." Delilahâs lips twitched in amusement at the dramatics but said nothing. She leaned against the counter, her demeanor unreadable as the officers began their sweep. Rubyâs stomach churne
In the next few days, the hospital ward was filled with a quiet hum as Delilah's doctor and nurse stood before her, reviewing her chart. Marco sat nearby, observing every movement. Delilah, perched on the edge of the hospital bed, fidgeted slightly, her bandaged hand resting in her lap.The doctor adjusted his glasses. "Alright, Miss Flynn, letâs assess how youâre healing. Shall we?"Delilah nodded. "Go ahead."The nurse handed the doctor a pair of gloves, which he snapped on with accuracy. Delilah stole a glance at Marco. He offered her a small, encouraging smile, but his gaze was sharp, focused.As the doctor carefully removed the old bandage, Delilah winced slightly. Marco straightened, his hands resting on his knees as if ready to intervene."Sorry about that," the doctor said, inspecting her hand. The skin, once marred by cuts and burns, was now showing signs of recovery. "Youâre healing well. The granulation tissue looks healthy."The nurse leaned closer with antiseptic sol
Marco looked away from Delilah's phone, his mind a whirlpool of confusion. He rubbed his temple, attempting to regain his composure. His chest felt tight, but he took a deep breath, trying to rationalize. "That can't be true," he muttered under his breath. "I'm justâŠ" He sighed, shaking his head as if to clear away the unwanted thoughts. "I'm just jumping to conclusions." The swishing sound of the ward door opening snapped him out of his internal struggle. Turning around, he saw Delilah standing at the doorway. Her expression carried a hint of annoyance, but when her eyes met Marco's, she forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You came back quickly," she said, her voice carrying a slight hint of surprise. Marco studied her carefully, noting the fake nature of her smile. "Yes," he replied simply. Delilah stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "I thought it would take you a bit more time before you got back, so I took a stroll to the lounge," s
Delilah quickly got ready, then headed downstairs to start cooking. She tied her hair up and hummed a tune as she mixed the soft dough for homemade pasta. The kitchen felt cozy and smelled delicious from the fresh ingredients she'd prepared.The stand mixer whirred beside her, spinning the dough hook with ease. She smiled, wiping flour off her cheek with the back of her hand, completely unaware of the faint hissing sound coming from the gas pipe beneath the counter.As she reached for the next ingredient, a small spark from the mixer shot out unexpectedly. "What theâ?" Delilah started, but her words were cut short.In an instant, the spark connected with the gas building up in the kitchen.The explosion was deafening. A rush of fire and heat erupted, engulfing the room. Delilah screamed as her right hand caught the flames, the pain searing and unbearable. The force of the blast threw her backward; her head struck the hard floor. Everything blurred, her senses overwhelmed by the