SKYLAThe silence felt too heavy.Even the steady hum of the distant city did little to soothe raging my heart. The city felt far away, distant even the world was her breath, waiting eagerly, patiently for the storm to break.The air I took in seemed forced, like it wasn’t mine to take. I stared down at the stone bench beneath me, barely noticing the way my fingers curled into smooth, cool surface. My mind was miles away, spinning with all the questions I didn’t have the answers to – questions that even I didn’t have the courage to ask.I thought I had everything under control – thought that at the end of the night, I’d at least come out victorious. I didn’t know what I was thinking, playing dress up. Now I just felt so stupid and dumb because I had willingly walked into their trap, I walked into the lions den reeking of fresh raw meat 0and didn’t even have the decency to at least act like them.Instead, I had made myself a pr
SKYLAThe paper in my hands felt heavier than any weapon.Felt heavier than the ring sitting pretty on my dainty fingers. Heck, it felt heavier than the shackles that Xavier and his half-brother Steve had wrapped around me.It felt like a curse disguised as a cure.The words swam beneath my fingertips, each line of legal jargon spelling out a trap I hadn’t seen coming. My name. Carl’s signature. Project Delphinium. Power disguised as a noose.I didn’t remember walking back through the hallways. My whole body moved, but my mind felt numb, like it was stuck – back on that balcony, back in Ed’s eyes, back in Tanya’s sticky – sick – sweet venomous voice.The moment I stepped into the ballroom, the atmosphere shifted.Lights dimmed. The quartet’s music died off like a breath that was held for too long. A hush spread, thick and anticipating, as if the walls themselves were holding in a secret too big to contain.As if he
SKYLAThe cool night air kissed my skin, chasing away the lingering heat of the ballroom. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, not because I was cold, but because everything inside me was starting to shake. The music had faded behind closed doors, but I could still feel it’s rhythm pulsing in my chest, like an echo I couldn’t escape.This balcony was the only place in the entire estate that didn’t feel like it was trying to swallow me whole. Out here, there were no eyes watching my every move. No whispers trailing behind me like daggers. No fake smiles plaguing my mind.It was just me.Just the stars – distant and disinterested – and the steady hum of power coiling beneath everything tonight. I traced the edge of the ring on my finger. It’s iciness biting into my skin.The eagle.Carl Andersons MarkA symbol of belonging – or branding. I hadn’t decided it yet.It didn’t matter how beautiful this setting was
XAVIERThe ballroom pulsed with low chatter and clinking glasses, every corner dressed in opulence and masked agendas.I stood near the staircase, trying to ignore the weight of the night pressing in on my shoulders. Then she walked in.Skyla.Her dark chestnut skin a stark contrast to the dress she was wearing. I imagined running my hands through every dip and bend of her body. And if I thought deep, I knew I would still remember the feel of her body against my palm. Her dress made her skin pop out, and the crimson shade of her lips made me feel light-headed.And I didn’t want to get started on her dress that accentuated her curves.Her dress was a deep, unforgiving shade of red – the kind of red that dared you to look away. And no one did. She moved with a calm defiance, like she didn’t care if the room swallowed her whole.I felt the air still in my lungs.The ring on her finger caught the chandeliers light –
SKYLAI couldn’t sleep.I tried – God, I tried to. But my thoughts were too loud, my fears too sharp. The moment I closed my eyes, I saw Xavier’s face, unreadable behind that glass wall of pain and ambition. I saw the ring. The eagle. The cold glint of legacy forged in blood and secrets. I saw my mother, fragile and fading, teetering on the edge of destruction. I saw my father, broken into several pieces, and six feet under. More importantly, I saw myself – the scared broken girl I used to be – staring back at me in the mirror, begging me not to walk back into hell.But I wasn’t that girl anymore, I was no longer that girl who would cower, hiding away from her problems.And what was worse were the images of what happened earlier today that tore through my mind like lightning. The pain that Xavier had worn on his face like an armour gutted me. The silent accusation in his eyes that tore through me like a thousand splinters – memories that I ha
XAVIERI stood in the middle of my office, the scent of her perfume still lingered in the air like a memory that refused to fade. The severity of her word echoed in my ear like a silent mantra. A part of me wanted to chase after her, to explain, to scream that this wasn’t how things were supposed to go. But the rest of me – the part I had buried under layers of ambition and damage – was frozen, paralysed. I needed to scream my lungs out and ask her for certain explanations. Asked her why she thought I let my father take away the only reason I was able to push through. There was a video of her clearly trading our relationship for a measly amount of dollars.Doubts had started to creep in, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe her, to trust the fact that my dad was the one who ruined what we once had.But then, she had signed the contract.I should have felt victorious. I should have smirked, tossed back a drink, and moved on.But instead,