Skylar
The keys felt like a lifeline in my hand. My heart pounded loudly as I stepped toward the door. The lock clicked softly when the key turned, and I froze, listening for any footsteps outside. Nothing. Just silence. Slowly, I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. For the first time in three suffocating days, I was free from that room. I forced myself to stay quiet, tiptoeing toward the staircase. At the base of the stairs, I stopped. My eyes darted toward the front door. I thought of going through it, but I knew Cole’s guards were there. He may even have instructed them not to let me leave. I bit down hard on my lip, thinking of what to do. Then Ingrid’s words flashed in my mind. The servant’s quarters… the broken door… fewer guards. Of course. Ingrid. That wise, old woman! Without wasting another second, I turned away from the front dooSkylar The keys felt like a lifeline in my hand. My heart pounded loudly as I stepped toward the door. The lock clicked softly when the key turned, and I froze, listening for any footsteps outside. Nothing. Just silence. Slowly, I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. For the first time in three suffocating days, I was free from that room. I forced myself to stay quiet, tiptoeing toward the staircase. At the base of the stairs, I stopped. My eyes darted toward the front door. I thought of going through it, but I knew Cole’s guards were there. He may even have instructed them not to let me leave. I bit down hard on my lip, thinking of what to do. Then Ingrid’s words flashed in my mind. The servant’s quarters… the broken door… fewer guards. Of course. Ingrid. That wise, old woman! Without wasting another second, I turned away from the front doo
Skylar Ingrid walked into the room, carrying a food tray in her hands. She set the tray down gently on the table near the bed. “I made your favorite dish,” she said in her motherly tone. “I made…” “I’m not hungry, Ingrid,” I cut her off, turning my face away, my eyes fixed on the window instead. How could I eat? How could I even think of food when I was locked up in this room like a prisoner for three days? Three long, suffocating days since Cole dragged me in here and locked me up. Three days since the doctor came and poked and prodded at me like I was some patient losing her mind. And now… everyone looked at me differently. Like I was unstable. Like I had slipped into madness once again. I clenched my fists at my sides. No. I wasn’t insane. I knew exactly what I was saying. What I was feeling. Cole was the one making me look like this. He was the one making me go crazy. I couldn't help but fe
Cole When I got back home from the office, I was completely worn out; body, mind, soul. The entire day had been one long blur of work, meetings, and calls, but it wasn’t the paperwork that drained me the most. It was Jason. The quarrel we had earlier in the morning still troubled me. Jason had no idea how hard this was. No idea of the sacrifices I was making. He thought everything was simple… hand the evidence to the police, watch Amelia get investigated, done. But nothing was simple about this case. It went deeper than he could even imagine. It wasn’t just about Amelia. There were other strings, other shadows, things that had to be handled carefully. One wrong step, and all of it would fall apart. I had managed, barely, to calm him down, to convince him to give me a little more time before running off to the police himself. It hadn’t been easy at all, and I knew I had to act even faster. As I
Skylar After my brief conversation with Jason, I told Ingrid that I wanted to head out to the garden for a while. Ingrid’s face brightened. “Alright then,” she said gently. “I’ll head to the kitchen and make you some chicken stew. Didn’t you say yesterday that you’d been craving it?” I froze for a moment, blinking. How did she even know that? Yesterday, when I spoke with Mother over the phone, I had casually mentioned it. Just a passing comment, nothing serious. And yet here was Ingrid, offering to make it for me. My lips curved into a small smile. My heart warmed. “Thank you, Ingrid. Really, thank you. That’s so thoughtful of you.” I even offered to help, thinking it would keep me occupied. But she waved her hand quickly, shooing me off. “No, no, none of that. You just go and relax out there. I’ll handle everything. It’ll taste better if you sit out there in the garden and let m
Skylar“You have to watch her closely,” Dr. Nathaniel said. “No late nights, no stressful conversations, no work and no overthinking. Skylar needs peace of mind more than anything. Her body has gone through trauma, but her mind…” he paused, adjusting his glasses, “…her mind must heal too. Limit visitors. Give her nutritious meals. And most importantly, listen when she wants to talk.”Mother nodded like a student before her teacher. “Of course, Doctor. We will follow every instruction, one after the other. Not a single thing will be missed. I promise you that.”Cole, who had been standing beside her with his arms folded, stepped forward and shook the doctor’s hand. “Thank you, Dr. Nathaniel. Really. Thank you for everything you’ve done for my family.”I managed a small smile. “Thank you, Doctor.”In my heart, I was just glad this would be the last time I would hear his lectures inside this white, cold building. I was finally leaving this h
AmeliaThe moment Cole’s car disappeared through the gate, my tears instantly stopped.I clenched my fists in anger and before I could stop myself, grabbed the flower vase on the center table and smashed it to the ground.“Damn you, Celeste!” I hissed, my voice trembling with fury.That spoiled, arrogant brat! She dared to open her stinking, rotten mouth!Margo stepped into the living room, her eyes widening as they darted from the broken vase to my face. “Ms. Amelia, are you… are you alright?”I turned on her sharply. “Did I call for you? Did I send for you? Get out of here!”“I—I’m sorry, Ms. Amelia,” she quickly muttered and fled.I took a deep breath, trying to control my temper, but I just couldn't!Celeste. This was all her fault! This was exactly why working with immature, spoiled brats was so exhausting. She had nearly ruined everything. Everything! I had worked so hard, planned so carefully, la