LOGINThere were women who carried secrets the way other women carried perfume. Quietly. Close to the skin. In a way that you only noticed if you leaned in too near — and by then, it was already too late. Anita was one of those women. Natalie had known her long enough to recognize the signs. The way she chose her words like a woman selecting fruit at a market — pressing each one lightly before deciding if it was worth offering. The way her eyes moved just slightly ahead of her face, arriving at conclusions before the rest of her caught up. The way she could sit across a table and tell you something devastating in a voice so level it took a full minute for the devastation to land. She had called Natalie at seven in the morning. Not a text. Not a message forwarded through the usual channels. A call. Direct and deliberate, the kind that meant whatever was coming couldn't wait and couldn't be written down. Natalie had been awake already. She usually was these days. Sleep had becom
Fiona was good at pretending.Natalie had to give her that much.She watched her from across the office floor — the way she walked, unhurried, with that easy confidence of someone who believed they were untouchable. The way she laughed at something one of the junior staff said, head thrown back, hand on the girl's arm like she was everyone's favorite person in the room. The way she sat at her desk and answered calls and shuffled papers and performed the role of loyal employee so convincingly that if Natalie hadn't known, she would have believed it herself.But she did know.And knowing changed the shape of everything.She turned away from the glass partition and went back to her own desk. Anita was seated across from her, going through a stack of supplier contracts with the focused intensity of someone who treated paperwork like a personal enemy. She didn't look up when Natalie sat down."She arrived early this morning," Anita said without preamble."I noticed.""Forty minutes before
Two days later, Lorenzo came back and she showed him the video, Anita had sent to her. The footage was grainy in the way that cheap cameras always were, but it was clear enough. Clear enough to see her aunt lift her glass. Clear enough to see the wide, unguarded smile that spread across her face — the kind Natalie hadn't seen directed at her in years. Clear enough to hear her say, *to victory*, like she hadn't spent the better part of two decades pretending to love the girl she was toasting against. Natalie watched it three times. The first time, her chest hurt. The second time, her jaw tightened. The third time, she felt nothing at all. Just a cold, quiet settling — like the last piece of a puzzle clicking into place in the dark. She closed the laptop. Lorenzo was across the room, standing at the window with his back to her, hands in his pockets, watching the city below the way he always did when he was thinking. She had learned to read him in the silences. This one was shar
Natalie Met Lucian in the hallways. She was heading to her work place about to set the motions for her plan into action. Meeting Lucian here and now was the last thing on her schedule . They stopped for one awkward moment looking at each other then she step-sided him and made to pass without saying a word. She knew it was obvious that she was avoiding him but being alone with Lucian affected her in more ways than one. And she wasn’t ready to deal with that yet. Not now. It was easier to hide the feelings. Even though she couldn’t categorize them into feelings just yet.“Really? You’re just going to pass me . Just like that?” Lucian scoffed turning to face her. She stopped but didn’t turn just yet. She took in a deep breath, then turned to face him. “You should know the reason why already, And you know it’s a measure I have to take.” She replied with no hint of friendliness. It was harsh, but it was better the boundaries were set on time. Things were already going well with Lorenzo s
“Don’t tell me you can’t get it, you know what happens if you do not do as I ask.” Esmeralda threatened. The person on the other hand was silent.She continued nevertheless. “Now, get me Natalie’s schedule for this week. I want to know where she’ll be and at what time exactly she’d be there.” She said into the burner phone she was using in order to avoid being tracked or found out. The person on the other end mumbled something and then the line went off.“Trouble with your side kick?” Viktor said to her. she spun round to face him, her face a mask of fury. “She’s not my side kick, she’s my puppet and like a puppet I have her under control.” She said through gritted teeth. Viktor smirked and leaned forward on the couch he was on. “That’s good to hear. I believe I won’t have any trouble getting the rest of the plan in motion.” He said.Esmeralda rolled her eyes and came to seat beside him. “Can we just get to the part where I kill that bitch?” She asked furiously.Viktor gave a d
“What in heaven’s name is this?” Isabella nearly shrieked at the sight of the supposedly ‘new’ house that Natalie had given to them. They had drove straight to the house from Natalie’s. It wasn’t as if it was bad but it wasn’t what they’d been expecting. When she’d told them about the new house they’d been expecting a luxurious mansion In the choicest place in California, not a two bedroom flat in the outskirts of California. Her mother turned to the driver that had drove them in anger, like he was the cause of their problems. “Are you sure you have the right address!?” She lashed out. The driver didn’t flinch but answered coolly.“Yes ma’am. I am not mistaken and if you would excuse me. I have to go. I have other appointments to meet up with.” He said and with a curt nod , he went back into the car and drove off. Her mother was very pissed. “Wait till I tell my niece about your unruly behavior. Let’s see how long you can keep up that arrogant attitude.” Her mother screamed at the
Natalie froze, one hand still clutching her bag strap. She turned slowly to face him. “Questions?” she repeated, her tone clipped. “Or accusations? Tell me Lorenzo, what was the purpose of this meeting? To humiliate me? Because I don't see why you would invite my aunt here without my permission."
She sat down beside him, carefully examining his features. She wanted to find out what he was thinking, but his face was an unreadable mask. Her aunt was gushing, seemingly excited. Isolde just sat beside her with an indifferent look. Leila wasn't at the table and inwardly Natalie was grateful fo
"Just say what a this is all about, I don't have time for games.," she said. He kept his gaze fixated on her. "when were you planning on telling me about my warehouse? " he said. She couldn't read his tone. she has no idea how he was feeling and how best to approach him. She scoffed instead
Natalie stepped into the bare, echoing space that would soon become her studio. The smell of fresh paint lingered in the air, mingling with the faint traces of sawdust from the newly installed shelves. Fiona was already there, animatedly gesturing toward the far wall where she envisioned a display







