MasukCan you guess who Eva called? Comment your thoughts💬
Lunch was surprisingly peaceful. At first, we talked about everything except the trial. From the hospital, to my upcoming discharge, life at the Dhark mansion. Even work. And the things we’d do once this nightmare was finally over. Then Claire asked me: “What are you going to do when you get home?” “Work.” I immediately replied. Because there was much of it to be done. She groaned. “Of course.” “I have a company to run.” I stated. “You almost died.” Claire countered. “And?” “And maybe you could take a break.” I smiled. “I’ll consider it.” “You’re lying again.” I shrugged. “Probably.” Claire shook her head in defeat. I watched her for a moment. There was something different about us now— The way we spoke, the way she looked at me, the way she would reach across the table without thinking and touch my hand. It almost felt natural. Like something that had always belonged there. I turned my hand over and intertwined our fingers. She looked down a
By the time Claire arrived at the hospital, I had already woken up. I had spent most of the morning staring at the ceiling, wondering how long it would take before I was allowed to leave this place. For most of my life, I had hated hospitals. The antiseptic smell of it and settle colors always triggered anxiety I didn’t know I had. Hospitals carried the memories of the worst days of my life— the last days of my mother’s. And now, every time I looked around the room, I remembered why I was here. Hart. The bullet. The knife. Claire beside my bed when I couldn’t even open my eyes. I didn’t want to remember any of it. I wanted to go home. I wanted my life back. And more than anything, I wanted Claire back in it. Then the door opened and Claire walked in carrying her handbag. The moment I saw her, a smile lit up my face. “There you are.” She smiled back. “Hi.” She walked toward me and stopped beside the bed, studying me with steady brown eyes. I raised a
KVEK was only a few minutes away from Sinclair & Co., so I decided to walk. The fresh air helped— a little. At least it gave me something else to focus on besides Hart Sullivan and the two-week gap in our trial. When I stepped into the KVEK building, the receptionist recognized me immediately. “Ms. Moreau.” I smiled. “Hello. Is Nathaniel around?” “He is.” She glanced at her computer. “But the partners are currently in a meeting.” “Oh.” I looked toward the hallway. “How long will they be?” “I’m not sure.” She frowned. “They only started about an hour ago.” I nodded. “I can wait.” She smiled politely. “Of course.” I took a seat in the waiting area. Waiting didn’t bother me today. I had nowhere else I needed to be. Well, technically, I was supposed to be resting. But Margot had never specified what kind of rest she expected from me. I pulled out my phone. Still, there was nothing. No message from Hart, no update on the case. I locked the screen again
I woke before my alarm even went off. For several seconds, I simply stared at the ceiling, still half asleep. Then everything came rushing back. Hart Sullivan. The phone. The two-week delay. I reached for my phone on the nightstand before I had even properly opened my eyes. Nothing. No notifications, no messages, no missed calls. I checked again, even though I knew there was nothing there. Still nothing from Hart. I sighed and dropped the phone back onto the mattress. The court had given the defense two weeks before proceedings continued. Two weeks was enough time for Eva to do almost anything. The only reason this case was in court is because Eva had already spent years manipulating people, destroying reputations and turning other people’s weaknesses into weapons. What could she do with fourteen days? Probably anything and everything. I didn’t know. And that was the problem— I hated not knowing. I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. By
I stayed with Lucian for another hour. We talked about the most insignificant things— The food he’d complained about, the doctor who said he believed Lucian was incapable of following instructions, and the ridiculous number of messages Tessa had sent him, subtly reminding him not to work. Just months ago, I could have sworn I loathed Lucian. Yet now, somehow, his company had become what I looked forward to the most. His laughter always forced a smile out of me. His touch made my heart flutter, and presence brought me genuine comfort. Lucian Dhark now felt like home. But eventually, I had to leave. I stood beside his bed, adjusting the blanket that didn’t actually need adjusting. I was just stalling. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He looked up at me. “You’ll come earlier?” I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Maybe.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one you’re getting.” He smiled. I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Get some rest.” He nodde
I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to convince myself that two weeks wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. But it was difficult to believe. Every time I looked at the calendar, I saw the same thing. Fourteen days. Fourteen days for Eva’s lawyers to prepare. Fourteen days for Hart Sullivan to decide whether he was really going to testify— and whom he would testify for. Fourteen days for Eva to find another way to manipulate him. I hated how much power that woman still seemed to have over everyone around her. The thought of her manipulating Hart brought back old, ugly memories from my last days in the Dhark mansion. By the time I left the office, I had developed a slight headache. It got worse while I drove to the hospital. I needed to see Lucian. Maybe it was immature , but every time I saw him, the chaos in my head seemed to quiet down. I stopped in my tracks when I walked into his room. He was sitting upright— actually sitting. Today, he wasn’t slumped







