LOGINI finished the last bite of my breakfast before setting the cutlery down.The flight attendant returned a moment later to clear the tray.“May I?”“Yes, thank you.”She smiled politely before walking away with it. I leaned back against my seat and let out a slow breath.My head turned toward the window.The clouds looked so beautiful from up here. The view alone was enough to make anyone feel at peace.Yet…For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy it.Something inside me refused to settle. I shifted in my seat. Then crossed one leg over the other.A few seconds later, I uncrossed them again Why was I so restless?I wasn’t afraid of flying.Or heights.I knew it wasn’t the turbulence or even the trip itself.It was Everything that came with it. Despite everything I had discussed with Fox and Blake last night, I still felt unsettled.Spending days pretending to be Mia Roberts and being more careful than I already was just felt exhausting.I shouldn’t feel exhausted knowing I sig
My eyes slowly moved around the luxurious cabin.From the cream leather seats to the polished walnut finish and the large windows by the side Everything had changed over the years.I could see how much the interior had improved from the last time I was in a private jet.But despite all the changes, this life still felt familiar.I really wished I could forget about it.Instead…The memories came rushing back.They reminded me of the little girl who used to board private jets holding her father’s hand without a single worry in the world.Back then, travelling was exciting. Mum would always complain that Dad packed too much for short trips.Dad would simply laugh and say, “Being prepared is a habit, not an option.”And I…I would spend half the flight glued to my phone while June and July leaned against the window asking me where we were flying over.Back then, I used to tell them I didn’t know and grumbled about how they were pestering me.Now…I realized just how precious those moments
I tightened my grip on the handle of my suitcase before pushing the glass door open.The private terminal was much quieter than the regular airport.No endless queues or families dragging oversized luggage across the floor.Just a handful of people in expensive suits moving from one corner to another while airport staff walked around calmly as though nobody here had ever been in a hurry.I paused for a second. Not because I had never been somewhere like this.I had. A long time ago.Back when airports meant vacations with Mum and Dad instead of revenge missions and fake identities.The memory flashed through my mind so quickly that I pushed it away before it could settle.That life no longer belonged to me. I adjusted the glasses on my face.Mia Roberts. That’s who I was now.I walked toward the reception desk. The woman behind it smiled politely.“Good morning.”“Good morning.”She glanced at her computer.“Your name, please?”“Mia Roberts.”Her fingers moved across the keyboard before
My alarm rang loudly beside me long before sunrise but there was no need for that because I was already awake. I had spent most of the night tossing from one side of the bed to the other, staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could think about was Seattle. The business trip and spending days with Dexter. I'll be pretending to be Mia Roberts twenty-four hours a day. I reached for my phone on the bedside table. 4:37 a.m. I groaned softly before sitting up“It's time” I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stretched before walking toward the travel bag sitting neatly beside my dresser. Even though I had packed everything last night, I still unzipped it. Just to be sure I didn't forget anything after cross-checking, I smiled doesn't look like I missed anything. Then I opened the small side pocket. My fingers immediately found the bottle of medication. I didn't pack it till Fox and Dexter left because I knew they would want to know wh
Today was beyond exhausting I stretched my body and heard a crack as I opened my door The moment I stepped inside, I dropped my handbag onto the couch and let out a long breath.What a day.Between sneaking out to the hospital, almost getting caught by Dexter, and finding out about the Seattle trip, I didn't know what stressed me more I felt like my brain had worked overtime.I kicked off my heels and headed straight for my bedroom.There was no point delaying it. If we were leaving tomorrow morning, I had to start packing now.Dexter didn't even think it best to let me clock out early despite knowing we were leaving tomorrow and I hadn't packed we still worked for another hour before clocking out.I pulled my small travel bag from the closet and unzipped it before laying it on the bed.“Let’s see…” I muttered.“A few office outfits…”I folded two blouses neatly and placed them inside.“A jacket, toiletries, most importantly my makeup”I paused staring at it Without it there was no Mi
Holdind the drugs in my hands right now finally made me feel like I could breathe properly again.One problem solved .I checked the time on my phone.Twelve forty-three.My stomach dropped.I had already spent longer than I planned.“Great,” I muttered under my breath as I hurried down the hallway.The sooner I got back to the office, the better.The hospital was as busy as ever.Nurses hurried from one ward to another.Patients filled almost every waiting chair.The smell of antiseptic almost brought back memories I had spent years trying to bury again.I lowered my head and walked faster.The less time I spent here, the better.I had almost reached the exit when someone called out behind me.“Miss Roberts.”I stopped walking.Slowly, I turned around.It was one of the nurses from the reception desk.She hurried toward me with a file in her hand.“You forgot this.”She handed me the appointment card Dr. Henry had prepared for my next checkup.“Oh.”I smiled awkwardly.“Thank you.”“Please do
Dexter El Camino, the eldest son of the El Camino family, now ran what used to be my father’s empire. The company had been absorbed into the El Camino franchise, rebranded, and presented to the world as though it had always belonged to them. As if my father’s blood, sweat, and sacrifices had neve
How could I ever forget that night? There was no way. It had haunted me for sixteen years. How could I forget the 5th of June, 2010? It had started like every normal night in our house. The night breeze felt unreal, cool against my skin, calming enough to sink into my bones. I was outside doin
I barely recognized the woman staring back at me in the mirror. For a moment, I stood there in complete silence, searching my own reflection for some trace of the Athena Mallway I had known all my life. But she was gone. In her place stood a sophisticated brunette with long bangs, and a polished
Losing my parents was only the beginning of our nightmare. What came afterward made everything even more miserable. My father had built an empire. He was a business mogul, and my mother owned one of the largest entertainment companies in Los Angeles. Eventually, their companies merged, creating a







