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Hell comes down

مؤلف: Sunday
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-13 23:01:17

POV: Arthur

By the time the third call came in, I stopped answering. Not because I didn’t know who it was. That part was obvious. Every fucking news network wanted to get an interview on Samantha’s latest blunder.

It was irritating.

I set my phone face down on the desk and leaned back slightly, my gaze settling on the glass wall across from me. Outside, the office floor was quieter than usual but the panic was written all over the staff's faces. People were moving, talking in lower tones, watc
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  • Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake    The hospital

    Evelyn~Hospitals smelled exactly the same no matter how many times you walked into them. Disinfectant. Coffee that had been sitting too long. Freshly cleaned floors. Fear. I used to think that last one was in my imagination. Now I was not so sure. Maybe fear actually had a smell. If it did, I had lived with it long enough to recognize it anywhere.Toby walked beside me, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, looking significantly less nervous than I felt. Naturally. The child who was actually getting examined had somehow become the calm one. Meanwhile my stomach had been in knots since six that morning.Leone noticed. Of course he did. He reached over and squeezed my hand. “You have checked the appointment time four times.”“I have checked it twice.”He raised an eyebrow. “Six.”“…Fine.”Toby looked back at us. “You guys are weird.”“Your mother is weird.”I gasped dramatically. “The betrayal.”Leone smiled. “I will recover.”Toby snorted. “I do not think she will.”Wonderful.

  • Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake    The list

    Evelyn~I realized I was in love with Leone because of a grocery list. Not a dramatic confession. Not some life-changing moment where music played in the background and everything suddenly became obvious. A grocery list. Which honestly felt unfair. People should get better stories than that. At the very least there should have been fireworks. Instead, I was standing in the kitchen staring at a piece of paper stuck to the refrigerator. That was it. That was the moment.The list was not even interesting. Milk. Eggs. Bread. Coffee. Orange juice. The normal boring things people bought every week. The thing that caught my attention was not what was on it. It was the handwriting. Half of it belonged to me. The other half belonged to Leone. And somehow that simple fact hit me harder than it should have. Because when had that started? When had we become people who shared grocery lists?I stood there staring long enough that Toby eventually wandered into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator

  • Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake    Mistakes

    Rebecca~The first hundred million was somehow the easiest to find. Which was an absolutely insane sentence.I stared at the screen for a full ten seconds after Nina said it. Then I looked at her. Then back at the screen. Then back at her again. “Did you just say the first hundred million?”Nina did not look up. “Yes.”“The first.”“Yes.”“The word first is doing a lot of damage to my mental health right now.”That finally got a smile out of her. Not a big one. Just enough to make me feel slightly less like I was losing my mind. Unfortunately, the numbers remained exactly the same. Which meant I was still losing my mind.The conference room looked like a war zone. Empty coffee cups. Printed financial reports. Three laptops. A whiteboard covered in arrows and notes. We had been here for almost sixteen hours. At some point during hour twelve, normal human behavior had abandoned us completely. Now we survived on caffeine and spite. Mostly spite.Nina zoomed in on another spreadsheet. “Lo

  • Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake    The office

    Nina~By the fourth day, I hated spreadsheets. Which was unfortunate because I was currently surrounded by them. Three monitors. Two laptops. Enough financial records to qualify as psychological warfare. And somewhere inside the middle of all that garbage was Samantha. Still hiding. Still running. Still causing problems.I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. The office was almost empty now. Most people had gone home hours ago. The city outside the windows had turned dark. The cleaning staff had already passed through once. Meanwhile I was still staring at numbers. Living the dream.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. I looked up. Rebecca stood in the doorway holding two coffees. I immediately loved her. Possibly more than was healthy.“You remembered.”She handed one over. “You looked like you were considering murder.”“That is because I am.”Rebecca glanced at the screens. “Any progress?”I stared at the numbers. Then at her. Then back at the numbers. “No.” A pause. “Maybe.

  • Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake    News on Samantha

    Arthur~The knock came at six in the morning. Not a normal knock. Not the kind delivered by neighbors, friends, or delivery drivers. This one was sharp. Deliberate. The kind that immediately made your stomach tighten before your brain caught up.I was already awake. Sleep and I had not been getting along lately. So when the second knock came, I was standing before it finished.The moment I opened the door, I knew something was wrong. My lawyer stood outside. Still wearing yesterday’s suit. His tie was crooked. His eyes looked exhausted. And in twenty years of knowing him, I had learned one very important thing. He only looked like that when the situation was terrible. Not difficult. Not complicated. Terrible.I stepped aside. “What happened?”He entered without speaking. That answered the question immediately. Whatever it was, it was bad enough that he did not want to discuss it outside. Wonderful. Exactly how I wanted to start my morning.He dropped a folder onto the kitchen table. I

  • Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake    Reconnection

    Evelyn~The house had finally gone quiet. Toby’s door sat cracked open like always, that soft blue nightlight spilling into the hall so I could hear if he had one of his bad dreams. I lay in bed with the sheet twisted around my legs, wearing nothing but that old oversized shirt that barely covered anything. My hair was still damp from the shower, sticking to my neck. The fan spun lazy circles above me but it did nothing for the heat crawling under my skin.Leone’s footsteps came up the stairs slow and deliberate. He paused right outside my door, one hand resting on the frame like he was giving both of us one last chance to pretend this was still just friendly tension. Our eyes met through the doorway and something in the air went thick. Heavy. The kind of heavy that had been building since the porch conversation about Arthur.“You’re thinking too loud again,” I whispered.He stepped inside and shut the door behind him with a soft click that felt final. “Been thinking since we stood ou

  • Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake    The first court hearing

    POV: EvelynBy the time we reached the courthouse, I already regretted getting out of the car and it was not because I was scared of the hearing itself.Because of everything outside it.The reporters, cameras andpeople yelling questions they already had answers for.The second I stepped onto the p

  • Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake    Malachi’s Intervention

    POV: MalachiI’ve worked enough legal cases to know when someone is trying to win, and when someone is trying to erase the possibility of losing altogether, and Arthur’s filing doesn’t feel like the first one.On paper it looks clean, almost too clean, like it was built to survive scrutiny instead

  • Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake    Public hearing request

    POV: Evelyn I found out about the custody request the same way I find out most things these days, not through a conversation, not through a warning, but through a fucking piece of paper. It came folded inside a hospital envelope, handed over by someone who couldn’t even hold eye contact long enou

  • Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake    Temporary Protection order

    POV: Arthur I didn’t file for emergency custody because I was trying to win anything from Evelyn, I filed because the moment Toby ended up in that hospital bed, everything around him stopped being normal in a way I couldn’t ignore anymore. Toby’s medical file was the cleanest justification I had,

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