Hey beautiful readers 💋 Things just got real, Julian is furious. Hailey’s in the lion's den. The inheritance war has begun— and trust me, you haven’t seen anything yet. 💣Tension? Check. 🔥 Enemies-to-lovers energy? Check 💼 Billion-dollar secrets? Oh, we are just getting started. If you love the drama, the banter, and the chaos, please leave a comment! I live for your reactions and wild guesses (Yes, I read every single one!)👀 ✨ Don’t forget to tap that follow button so you don't miss what happens next.. Because soon, the claws come out, the past unravels, and the heat between Hailey and Julian? Let's just say… It’s about to get dangerously close to combustion. Thank you for reading & riding this rollercoaster with me. 💌Maryann B. (Your chaos queen)
I told Kiara I was staying in for the day. I wanted to ask her about Craig’s texts, but the words stuck in my throat. What if it wasn’t just texting? The thought dug into my mind like a thorn. What if she had seen him? What if Craig had talked her into sneaking onto the estate somehow?I shook the thought away. No one just sneaks onto the estate. Security here was too tight for that. And if Craig had been anywhere near last night’s shooting, Willams would have told me. Craig would have been the first suspect.Still, the thought wouldn’t leave me. If something happened to me, there was a real chance that everything—money, name, foundation—would pass to my closest relatives. That meant Kiara. And my stepfather.“Are you sick?” Kiara asked suddenly. She reached out and pressed the back of her hand against my forehead.She looked perfect as always. She had on her new purple boots and a long black dress with lacy sleeves. She looked like she was going somewhere important.A wave of dread r
Williams was waiting for me when I stepped out of Kiara’s suite. He didn’t look tired, even though he must have been up all night.“A police report has been filed,” he said at once. “Quietly. The detectives are working with my team. Everyone agrees it’s best if the Lachlan family doesn’t know there’s an official investigation yet. Marcus and Rebecca understand that. I’d like you to act like nothing happened.”Act like I hadn’t almost died the night before. Act like things were normal.“Have you seen Kiara?” I asked. I couldn’t stop thinking about Craig's texts.“She went down for breakfast half an hour ago,” Williams answered, voice flat as always.“Did she seem okay?”“No injuries. All limbs intact,” he replied. That wasn’t really what I meant, but maybe it should have been.“If she’s downstairs in plain view of everyone, is she safe?”“Her guards know the situation. She isn’t the target.”No. I was the target.I went back to my room, got dressed, and chose a high-necked top to hide
Williams walked me back to my part of the house. The hallways were quiet, the kind of calm that presses on your chest and makes you notice every sound your own feet make.For a second, I thought about knocking on Kiara’s door. But it was too late—closer to morning than night—and what was I supposed to say? Hey, someone tried to kill me, sleep well. No. I couldn’t drag her into it.When we reached my wing, Williams opened the door, stepped inside, and scanned the room with sharp eyes. He checked the corners, the closet, and even under the bed, then gave a small nod.“All clear.”He stood outside my door when I went in. Feet planted wide, hands hanging loose, like he was ready to fight anyone who came close. I wanted to tell him he needed to rest. He wasn’t a machine. But I could see it in his face—he wasn’t leaving me unguarded tonight.The door closed, leaving me inside alone.Trying not to let that heavy feeling take over, I headed to the bathroom. I put my phone on the counter, slip
Even though it was the middle of the night, I made Williams take me to the armory.We walked through hallway after hallway, the kind that twisted so many times it felt endless. All I could think about was how easy it would be for someone to hide forever in this house. And that wasn’t even counting the secret passages.Finally, Williams stopped in front of a long corridor. “This is it.”He was standing in front of a tall gold mirror. For a second, I thought he was joking. But then he ran his hand along the side of the frame. I heard a faint click. The mirror swung out like a door, revealing a wall of steel behind it.I just stared.Williams leaned closer to the steel. A thin red line of light went down over his face. “Facial recognition,” he explained calmly. “It’s a backup security measure. The best way to keep people out of a safe is to make sure they don’t even know it exists.”Hence, the mirror.Williams pushed the door inward, and I followed him into the armory.When I’d heard the
It was three long hours before Williams and his team cleared me to return to Lachlan House.I sat in the back of the ATV with three bodyguards squeezed around me. The air smelled like oil and dirt, and the ride was bumpy. No one spoke except Williams. His voice was calm, but sharp, like every word had already been measured before leaving his mouth.“Thanks to the large number of security cameras on the property,” he explained, “my team was able to confirm where every member of the Lachlan family was at the time of the shooting. That includes Ms. Linda.”For a moment, relief washed over me. They had alibis. Julian had an alibi. He wasn’t the one who had pulled the trigger.But the relief didn’t last. My chest tightened with a new thought. “What about Maxwell?” I asked. Technically, he wasn’t a Lachlan by blood.“Clear,” Williams replied. “He did not personally fire the gun.”That word—personally—made my stomach twist.“So you’re saying he could have hired someone?” I asked carefully. M
Marcus left, and I didn’t go after him.Linda’s right, Julian’s voice whispered in the back of my mind. This family—we destroy everything we touch.I bit down on the tears building in my throat. I had been shot at. I was hurt. I had been kissed. But I wasn’t destroyed.“I’m stronger than that,” I said aloud.I turned my face toward the mirror and forced myself to look straight into my own eyes. If I had to choose between being scared, being broken, or being angry—I knew which one I preferred.I picked up my phone and tried calling Kaira again. No answer. My fingers flew across the screen as I texted her:Someone tried to kill me, and I kissed Marcus Lachlan.If that didn’t get her to answer, nothing would.I walked back into the small bedroom. My heart wasn’t racing as badly as before, but I still scanned the room like it was dangerous territory. That’s when I saw her.Rebecca Lachlan stood in the doorway.Her face was paler than usual, her hair the deep red of blood. She looked like