It’s been three hours since my whole life went up in flames, three hours since I became homeless, bankrupt, and helpless
Three hours since my breakup with Steve, three hours since my fallout with my best friend, and three hours since my encounter with him. The past darned hours have been the worst miserable hours of my life. I sat curled up on Ed's couch, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees. The ticking of the clock is a cruel reminder of how my life had crumbled in the span of a single evening. “I give you a day off, and in just three hours you’ve managed to wreck your whole life, career. Heck, you are the most talked about on the Internet. Sky, what the hell happened?” Ed yells, the veins on his forehead popping as he paces the length of his tiny apartment in frustration. The soft chime of his rickety dishwasher reverberates through the thin walls. I could hear the frustration in his words, I could even taste the anger at the tip of my tongue, but all I could bring myself to do was to stare at the wooden floor boards, yet the hot steady stream of tears rolling down my face reminded me that this nightmare was real. “Why do I always get the short end of the Stick Ed?” My voice cracks. “Why am I the only one who ends up hurt?” Ed exhaled sharply, and dropped onto the couch beside me. “ Sky, why the hell did you give Steve access to your accounts? And why...” He turns to face me, his coffee brown eyes sharp with disbelief. “ Why did you put his name on the house? It is common sense Sky” I sniffled, letting out a shaky breath as I thought of the words to say. “I thought he loved me, we were always planning our future Ed, and I didn’t want him to feel some type of way Ed, I trusted him with my everything, my life.... I am so stupid” Ed sighed, rubbing his palms down his fac. “You know what, Sky, why don’t you shower? Get some rest, and we would figure this out tomorrow, Sky. I promise you we would find a way out of this” he rubbed small circles les across my exposed back, his warmth grounding me for a moment. But then..... “He is back Ed” I whisper softly. I felt his hands still across my spine almost immediately, hot laboured breathes, escaping his nostrils. “That is not possible, Sky. we vanished off the face of earth like his father wanted, right? Right?” I swallow hard, already regretting the words i was about to utter, but with what Ed and i had been through, we already promised not to keep secrets. “ I saw him tonight” and he hates me. He thinks I betrayed him Ed, he.... he mentioned something about dating his younger brother for six years, Ed. I am so confused” I whisper quietly, shaking my head frantically. “I don’t understand what he meant?” Ed’s face darkened, his palms curled into a tight fist. I was worried he might cut off his blood flow. “ Sky.... if Xavier finds out that you are here..... I mean, after all these years” he mumbled, running his hands through his hair aggressively. “I don’t know what to do, Ed,” I admitted, my fingers trembling. “I swear he’s got it all wrong, and he wouldn’t even let me explain.” Ed stood up abruptly. “ Like I said shower, sleep we would deal with this tomorrow” I nodded numbly and turned towards the dimly lit hallway before I could take any step. “Are you still trying to reach Steve?” He asked, his voice tight with several emotions. He was never really a fan of Steve’s I slowed in my tracks, slowly rubbing my palm against the length of my other hand. “He won’t answer.” My lips trembled, fresh set of tears cascading down my face. “ First, he cheats on me and then blames it on me, expecting me to understand. Then he takes everything.... and now.... I... I have nothing “ I mutter, my voice breaking slightly at the end. “He did what?” Ed screeches in alarm, the intensity of his voice causing me to flinch back a little. “He and Tanya are having a baby” I say, my bottom lip quivering aggressively as I try to get a wrap of the emotions that seemed to be rushing through me at once Ed looked livid, like he wanted to throw something. “ That bastard.” He hissed, a low growl escaping his lips. “Take a shower Sky, we would sort through everything with a clear head tomorrow I promise” he mutters, my hair muffling half of his words, as he drops a slight kiss in the centre of my head. “Thank you, Ed... for everything” I whisper, slowly getting up, a queasy sensation crawling through my stomach. He inhales a sharp intake of breath, the pity swirling through his warm coffee brown eyes startling. “You’re welcome, Sky. we would get your stuff from the old house tomorrow. “Oh no, this can’t be happening, right now” he practically yells, his screams stopping me dead on my tracks as I slowly turn around to face, dreading every single moment. His phone screen illuminated his face, his jaw twitching in anger as he read whatever was on it. “What?” I ask, my voice is barely above a whisper, and I don’t know if he heard me or not. “You no longer have a contract with any publishing house.” He ground out . “All your books have been put on hold. The book tour next week? Cancelled.” “Wait Why?” I ask, faltering in my step as I rush over to where he seats, his agitation slowly rubbing off on me. Ed squeezed his eyes shut. “Apparently, there’s a video of Tanya saying you coerced her into taking her books, something about you not being the real owner of the books you published?” He groans. I let out a bitter laugh, fisting my palms tightly. I clenched my fists so hard I felt my nails digging into my palms. Now I knew why Xavier asked me to buckle up That conniving scheming thwart. Tanya and Steve hadn’t just betrayed me. They were joining hands with the devil to destroy me. “ Aargh..... I let out a slow, shuddering breath. My hands trembled, but this time, it wasn’t from sadness, but pure unbridled rage. “I am screwed Ed” I muttered, angry tears cascading down my face, the emotions that seemed to be raging through me unexplainable . “Yeah right, we are both screwed” he scoffedEDDIE [ED]I used to believe in lines – clean ones, drawn in either black or white. The kind of lines you didn’t cross, because doing so meant loosing something. Yourself, usually. Your integrity. Your soul But lately, everything’s been smeared in grey.All the lines have gotten tangled – some blurred, and they were no longer in black or white. A little bit of red had wormed it’s way through.Especially the contract. Skyla's contract with Xavier. The one I had made her sign.I stared at it again, the printed text lying heavily on Charlie’s desk under the flicker of his desk lamp. I’d gotten a copy through someone who owed me a favour – an old friend from law school with a knack for cooperate loopholes. I wasn’t proud of the method, but pride wasn’t a luxury I could afford anymore. Not when Skyla was entangled with something this twisted.And now that she no longer lived with me, I feared for her safety – I could no longer pro
SKYLAThe elevator ride to Xavier’s penthouse was too quiet.I hadn’t planned on seeing him tonight – not after the emotional chaos of the day, not after what i had found in the files about my old house. Not after hearing my father’s voice echo in my head again and again like a cracked lullaby, not when I wasn’t sure about his stance – if he wanted to fight for me or not. Even at that, some sick exhausted part of me wanted answers, and he was the only person left who might have answers. Or maybe I just needed to see him. Needed to look him in the eye and demand something real for once.The doors slid open with a soft chime, and I stepped out onto the marbled floor. His place was dark, except for the glow of the fireplace in the corner, flickering against glass like stone. The city stretched out behind him, endless windows framing towers of steel and light. He was standing there, drink in hand, his jacket thrown carelessly over a chair, sleeves rol
SKYLAI didn’t remember falling asleep, only waking up – cold, stiff, curled on the bathroom floor like a forgotten secret.The cold tile pressed against my cheek, and for a moment, I lay there, listening to the world moving on around me. Listening to the hum of the world outside the apartment. The angry horns of distant cars. A dog barking three floors down. The heating system groaning in the walls. All of it sounded foreign. Like I was underwater, trying to reach the surface, but my limbs were too heavy to swim.I sat up slowly, the still night pressing in on me, thick and cold, like the inside of a locked box. I sat on the bathroom floor, my knees drawn up to my chest, my back against the vanity. The ring box rested in my lap, unopened – again. It had become something of a ritual. I’d stare at it, trace its edges with my fingers, wonder what kind of trap it was. Then I’d put it back in the drawer and pretend I wasn’t afraid of it.But ton
Xavier There’s a distinct silence in the house at night. It’s not peace. It’s the kind of silence that listens – one that gives you the creeps – the kind of silence that makes you feel like you’re drowning into a world of endless abyss. The kind of silence that waits. Like the walls remembers every whispered threat, every cruel dismissal, every broken promise too heavy to fade.That was the kind of silence I grew up in.Now, standing outside my father’s office, I feel it again – coiled around the doorknob like a silent threat, a warning. I don’t knock. Instead, I walked in, taking slow steps at a time.Carl didn’t look up. He sits behind his desk, polishing a glass of whiskey like it’s a trophy. The screen behind him still displays footage from his press conference – the same signature smirk, the same well-defined lies that he spawned for the public display echoes like a background noise.My jaw tightens at the wide smile splayed across his face
SKYLAThe incident of the charity event still played vividly at the back of my mind like a broken cassette, the smug look on Tanya’s face dredged itself deep into my soul. Taunting. Mocking.Even Carl’s announcement rolled at the back of my head every now and then, reminding me that I had a whole lot ahead of me, and there was no way I was going to come out of this unscathed – burnt into ash.I hurried along the now too familiar hallway, anger tickling my nerves as I navigated through the busy employees to Charlie’s office on the first floor. “You’re fifteen minutes late, Ms. Jefferson,” Charlie’s voice boomed immediately. I entered into his office, the stark white painting throwing me off balance for a brief second.“It’s only your first day of work. That’s a bad record to set, is it not?” He asked stiffly, his eyes glued in me the entire time.“I... I’m sorry it won’t happen again,” I stuttered, faltering under his stern gaze.
XAVIERIt took quite a moment before Steve finally spoke, his voice calm. Calculating. Cautious. Like he was schooling a kindergartener.“He’s playing you, Xavier. Just like he’s been playing all of us. Just like he played you. Me. My mom. Your mom. And every other person tangled in his web. You think you’re in control, but you’re not. And you don’t even see it. You’re too busy trying to keep up with him, trying so hard to earn his approval that you do not notice the hold he has on you.” His words hit me like a slap to the face, but he wasn’t done. “ He doesn’t care about you, man. He never has. He never would. At least, not in the way you think. He only cares about his damned legacy.”The sting of his words was sharper than I expected. It wasn’t just the fact that Steve was calling was calling me out on my blind loyalty; it was the fact that he was right. The realization hit me hard, but what really twisted the knife was that Steve was looking at me – l