LOGINJuliet's POVI had to be the worst mother on earth. I had replayed what I did at the detective’s office countless times in my head.The memory of Maya's face crumbling in front of me as I basically called her a liar and made her look stupid in front of those detectives tortured me and haunted my sleep.But that wasn't even the worst of what I had done. The worst of what I had done was something I hadn't even told her about yet.I was the reason the press were vilifying her while glorifying the Millers. You see, after we left the police station that day, I had done something stupid. I found Richard’s number, called him, and told him everything that had transpired at the police station.My request was simple. I didn't want any problems. I wasn't going to press charges against him and his family, and they could keep all that they had stolen from me. I only had one request in return.He and his family would leave me, Maya, and everything that concerned us alone.He had been too stunned
Carter's POVAt that moment, I could have gladly strangled Lucas and faced the consequences later.Maya jerked back away from my arms so fast she nearly stumbled. She stared at me with wide eyes, and I could see the disappointment in her eyes.But it wasn't disappointment at me. Rather, it was disappointment at herself.Sighing, I turned to find Lucas frozen in the doorway, staring at the two of us in disbelief.For the first few seconds, he simply looked shocked. Then his eyes dropped to Maya's face.I saw as they took in the drying tears on her cheeks, her red-rimmed and vulnerable-looking eyes, and his expression darkened with utter rage."You bastard. You arrogant asshole…" he spat at me, stalking towards me."Lucas, wait…" Maya started to say.It was too late. Lucas crossed the room in three strides, and before anyone could say 'Jack Robinson,' he swung his fist straight at my face.I didn't see it coming. The blow snapped my head backwards and sent white-hot pain exploding throu
Carter’s POVMaya's studio was nearly pitch-dark as I opened the door and stepped in, in search of her.I found her sitting in her chair and staring fixedly at her phone, the light from the screen illuminating her face. She didn't even look up as I entered.I felt sorry for her. I had seen everything the media was peddling. It was horrible, but I knew for a fact that Maya was none of the things that the media was making her out to be.That word ‘ungrateful’ was much better suited to Brooke. This was clearly one of the numerous schemes of the Millers.“I saw the news, Maya. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve any of this.” I told her.Quick as a flash, she got out of her chair so fast it scraped against the floor. Her eyes were blazing with anger.“Sorry? You’re sorry? That’s crazy, considering you’re the cause of all this.”“What?! I don’t understand,” I exclaimed, genuinely confused.“Save the presence, Carter. Don’t play dumb with me. How did the Millers know about the police visit? You
Maya's POVFour days after the police station, I was bent over my worktable, busy with a bracelet sketch, when a man I didn't recognize appeared in the studio doorway."Are you Maya Thompson?" he asked."Yes, I am. Come in," I said, barely looking up as my attention was still on my sketch.He did and handed me some documents. “You’ve been served.”My mouth fell open. “Served? I don’t understand. Served with what?”“You’ll find everything you need in the documents,” he said, then turned and left.I closed the studio door, the envelope still gripped tightly in my hands.My hands weren't quite steady as I tore it open. I skimmed through the document in disbelief.The Millers were suing me for defamation because of the allegations I had made to the police. I burst out laughing, but it was a low, humorless laugh.The level of their audacity was indeed astounding. How on earth had they found out I went to the police station, and what I went there for?I hadn't said a single word to the pres
MAYA’s POVWhat's going on? Is everything alright?” She asked as she sat down, looking from me to Lucas and then the detective with mild confusion."Mom, don't worry. It's safe. I already told the detective everything the Millers did to you. The police just need you to confirm it, and then Ashley and Richard will face the full wrath of the law," I encouraged her.A confused look entered her eyes. "I don't understand. What are you talking about?"A sinking feeling gripped my chest. She definitely knew what I was talking about.“Mom, you don't need to be scared. The police will help us."Now, my voice was desperate and pleading, but it didn't sway Mom."But there's nothing for them to help me with, Maya. Why would I be scared?"The detective stepped in then, laying out the allegations I had made before her and assuring her he was ready to see the matter through to the end.Mom simply smiled and shook her head in feigned bewilderment."Oh, no, detective! I'm so, so sorry. It’s no
Chapter Thirty-EightMaya’s POVHe looked taken aback, and something shifted in his face. “Oh, I see… Maya, you once mentioned a Dr. Whitfield to me at the gala. I’m not usually so slow, but it took me a while to figure out that it must have been the same person you were referring to that Brooke and her mother were arrested for after his murder. Would that be correct?”Why on earth was he asking me this? Was he trying to get more information so he could warn Brooke and her mother? I immediately regretted telling him.“I know you’re close to the Millers and all, but… hell, what was I even thinking? You’re the last person I should have confided in.”His eyes widened. “Maya, do you really think I’d go running to Brooke and her mother to tell them your plans? Do you really think so low of me?”“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you will do or what you won’t do. You’re literally a stranger to me, and yes, judging from your record, the chances are that you’ll actually go running to Bro







