Skyla
I was currently curled up in Ed’s favourite couch, a bag of chips in hand watching a rerun of my favourite dating show.The events of these past few weeks tugging at the back of my mind, refusing to let go, I needed the perfect distraction. Something to keep me from drowning in my thoughts.But then clearly it wasn’t working.I hated sitting idle without doing anything. Writing had been my life, a chore that I couldn’t do without, but one I loved anyway. It was like my life necessity as much as passion.But now, even that one thing was no longer mine, I had just transferred the last manuscript I was working on to my former publisher.Months of hard work just flushed down the drain.“We need to talk, Sky.” Ed’s voice boomed over the commercial that was playing on the TV as he made his way towards me.Two cups of hot chocolate in hand, which has quickly become our nightly ritual, a small comfort in the midst of aSKYLA The ballroom glittered with opulence, chandeliers dripping with crystals, polished marble floors reflecting the soft glow of golden light. The kind of place where power whispered through every corner, and secrets hid beneath layers of silk and champagne.It was another one of Carl’s parties, where people with money just decide to play dress up and see who could out longer.Carl Anderson stood at the centre of it all, surrounded by his usual circle of sycophants and investors, his smile sharp and practised. Tonight was his night to shine. To show the city that Project Delphinium was unbreakable. He was finally making a move, joining hands with same evil minded people. For someone who was about to ruin the lives of so many, he was calm. A little bit laid back for someone who had destroyed the lives of so many kids, mine included. I felt my blood boil over. A new emotion taking over.Anger, hot unbridled anger.But I wasn’t here to watch. I was here to strike.I moved throug
XAVIER The office felt suffocating the moment I stepped inside. Dad’s domain, as always, remained pristine, cold, and unyielding. It was nothing like the man I once wished he could be. Now, Carl Anderson looked like a king presiding over a crumbling empire, his gaze sharp enough to cut glass.He didn’t bother with pleasantries. “You made a mess, Xavier.” His voice was low, but every word landed like a blow. “Publicly cutting off Vanessa at the press conference, dragging Skyla into your little stunt announcing you two as a couple. It’s reckless.”I met his eyes, refusing to show the turmoil twisting inside me. “It was necessary.”“Necessary?” He laughed, a sound void of warmth. “You think you’re the one calling the shots? The Sinclair’s pulled out mid-game because of your actions. You embarrassed me, the familiar. Heck, even the empire I’ve been trying to build.”I swallowed the anger rising in my chest. “I didn’t do it to embarrass you. I did it because it’s time things changed.
SKYLA The last time I saw Ed, I remembered leaving his apartment angrily because he had freaking lied to me. All these years, he hadn’t been exactly honest.Now I felt all the emotion wash over me all over again, all the anger, frustration, deceit. It all turned into one ugly monster that threatened to swallow me whole. He was here, in my apartment He looked dishevelled, eyes sunken, seeing him in that state made my heart soften, and I hated him more for that. That even when I was supposed to be angry at him, a huge part of me still cared – a whole lot.“Skyla,” he said, voice low but shaking when he finally spotted me. “We need to talk. Now. I know you’ve been avoiding me, and your reasons are valid. I just need you to hear me out, okay? I just wanted to let you know that I didn’t have any choice. I had to do what i had to do to protect my mom, and I am sorry if you feel blindsided. But if i was dealt with the same cards, I’d do it all over again. Even if you hate me.”I sat ac
SKYLA The last time I saw Ed, I remembered leaving his apartment angrily because he had freaking lied to me. All these years, he hadn’t been exactly honest.Now I felt all the emotion wash over me all over again, all the anger, frustration, deceit. It all turned into one ugly monster that threatened to swallow me whole. He was here, in my apartment He looked dishevelled, eyes sunken, seeing him in that state made my heart soften, and I hated him more for that. That even when I was supposed to be angry at him, a huge part of me still cared – a whole lot.“Skyla,” he said, voice low but shaking when he finally spotted me. “We need to talk. Now. I know you’ve been avoiding me, and your reasons are valid. I just need you to hear me out, okay? I just wanted to let you know that I didn’t have any choice. I had to do what i had to do to protect my mom, and I am sorry if you feel blindsided. But if i was dealt with the same cards, I’d do it all over again. Even if you hate me.”I sat ac
SKYLA The plane’s wheels hit the tarmac, and a rush of warm, dry California air greeted me like a ghost from a past life. Manhattan was a world away, gray, sharp, and dangerous in its own way. But here, beneath this sprawling blue sky, the dust on the streets smelled like memory, like home. And I missed being home. I misses the café, I just missed running errands through the stale air of Cali. Well definitely before Carl happened.I hadn’t been back in months. Not since Carl threatened my family, forcing me to flee. Not since the last time I saw my mom start deteriorating. Not since that last darned phone call from Xavier, when he was hell-bent on ruining my life. leaving everything behind for a shot at survival. Back then, Manhattan promised safety, but it came with a price. A city that swallowed you whole if you weren’t careful. Now, the stakes feel higher than ever.Walking past the familiar storefronts, I paused in front of the bakery, the life I had built in this bakery flash
SKYLA The bruises beneath my skin weren’t visible, but they ached all the same. I ached all over, and I didn’t even have a darned cure for it. Except rest, and the nasty pills they keep on shoving into the saline solution. I was drained.I spent the entire morning in the hospital being poked and prodded by doctors and questioned by detectives who only half-believed me when I said I didn’t remember anything. A part of me didn’t. The other part remembered everything—the taste of champagne gone bitter, the heat in my cheeks, the world tilting sideways just as Xavier called my name.And Xavier’s confession, it still rang in my ear like a freaking alarm bell.Vanessa hadn’t shown up to the hospital, but I heard her voice echoing in the hallway earlier. Low, clipped, angry. Talking about PR damage and brand optics. Not about me. Not once.Xavier had chased her off.He didn’t say it aloud, but I could tell. There was something different in his eyes now, like he was done pretending. Li