LOGIN“I don’t know if I’m happy he’s alive,” she says softly, her voice barely there. “And that makes me feel… anxious.”I turn to her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “He won’t get near you again,” I promise. “Once he’s out of the hospital, he’s going straight to prison. He won’t even breathe
CHASEThe sound of the gunshot still hums in my ears like a ghost that refuses to leave.I’m standing over Harry, my chest rising and falling too fast, Vivienne still in my grip, thrashing, screaming so loud I can barely hear my own thoughts.She’s a storm of hysteria and grief, but her voice feels
Vivienne’s head jerks toward me, confusion and anger battling in her eyes. “Shut up, Ivy.”“He married me because I was young and stupid and inherited millions,” I continue, ignoring the gun aimed at my head. “But you—” I pause, my tone softening into a cruel smile. “You were the one who handed him
VICTORIA“What’s taking so long, Chase?” Harry barks, his voice cutting through the tension like a crack of thunder.He’s been pacing for the last ten minutes, every movement sharp, restless, the gun twitching slightly in his hand as his patience wears thin.Chase sits calmly across the room, his wr
The rope slips; red blooms where the cord rubbed. She coughs, breath ragged, and for the briefest second, I see the raw, human relief on her face and I almost lose myself.Harry’s skepticism is a physical thing. He lingers, watching, not trusting the whole of the room to breath. He steps closer to m
I sit at the desk — the wood is warm where my palms have been a thousand times. My chair creaks. The desktop terminal is exactly as it should be, blank and expectant. Harry doesn’t let me near the secure keypad at first; he watches me like a hawk, his gun never leaving the space between my shoulder







