Se connecter~FIORELLA~I'm more than excited that this case that took me two long, grueling months is now over.But I don't show my excitement or victory at winning the case.I badly want to sink in the chair and cry with the victim's family because I feel overwhelmed and tired, but my steely disposition won't allow it.I choose not to reveal the elation I feel at my unexpected victory nor the horror I feel deep inside.The proceedings has taken their toll on me physically and emotionally.I am exhausted but I won't let it show. I had worked my ass off for two months.And at last long, I'm done with my disturbing client.I take a good look at my client—Mr. Grant Trevor— celebrating with his elderly mom, and his equally creepy friend, with that familiar smirk of confidence spread across his thin lips.He's a bad looking man with a protruding potbelly, and greasing hair, but his personality is even worse.He's snide, condescending, with a nasty snicker that makes my skin cra
~LUCAS~I knew she wasn’t fully prepared the moment she walked out of that room.Fiorella Vincenzo doesn’t rush.She doesn’t forget things.She doesn’t leave doors open behind her like something……or someone…..is chasing her.But today?She did.And that alone was enough to make me follow her.Not because I needed permission.Not because I cared what she thought about it.But because something about the way her shoulders were set… too tight, too rigid… told me she was walking into a fight she refused to admit she might not control.And Fiorella without control?That’s dangerous.And yet… even like this, slightly off balance… she still carried herself like someone who would rather break than let anyone see her fall.That alone earns my attention.“What?” she snaps the second she notices me at her office door.There it is…..the fire, sharp, predictable, and immediate.I lean slightly against the doorframe, studying her instead of answering right away. Papers eve
~FIORELLA~I don't waste another second before I'm out of the room.I move too fast to my office…. grabbing documents, scanning pages, piecing together everything I need as I head out.For the first time in a long time…I’m not fully prepared.And I hate it.I hate the uncertainty. I hate the pressure.I hate the fact that Lucas is right behind me…. observing, watching, and waiting.“What?” I say angrily as I spin around to see him standing at the door like he's afraid to step into my office.I didn't close the door when I walked in because I was in a haste.But now, I regret not closing the door as I watch Lucas stare at me.“Why did you follow me? What are you doing here? Where are you standing out there instead of being in the conference room?” I ask all at once my voice filled with anger and great detest.“I offered to go with you,” he says calmly with a soft tone, a total opposite to mine. “And the director permitted me to go.”“I don't need you there wit
~FIORELLA~The next morning comes too quickly.I’m already awake before my alarm rings.And I just know something is wrong the moment I wake up.Not visibly, not logically, but instinct doesn't lie.And mine?It’s never failed me.I sit up slowly in bed, my fingers brushing against my temple as if I can physically push away the lingering thought that’s been haunting me since yesterday.And without permission, my mind wanders to Lucas.I exhale sharply.He's annoying, irrelevant, and dangerous.Not because of what he’s done…But because of what he’s starting to do to me.I get out of bed without wasting another second. to carry out my normal routine.Because that’s how I reset.Soon, I stand in front of my mirror, dressed impeccably, every detail perfect as always.My reflection stares back at me……flawless, untouchable.But my eyes….my eyes hold something new, and something restless.I tilt my shin slightly.“Pull yourself together.”My voice is calm, commanding
~LUCAS~“I'll surpass her,” I told Charlotte. “In a month.”She stared at me for a second, then smiled….not mockingly, but impressed.“Ambitious,” she said. “I like that.”Then she added, a bit more softly, “Just… tread carefully with her, okay?”I didn’t respond.Because I already knew I wouldn’t.“And honestly?” she continued, brightening again, “I’m just glad she finally has competition.”I let out a small breath, shaking my head.She laughed lightly, then added, “I actually wish you were in family law.”I raised a brow. “Oh?”“Yeah,” she said with a grin. “A genius like you? I’d happily steal you.”That made me smile slightly.“I wouldn’t mind learning,” I told her.Her eyes lit up. “Really?”“Yeah.”“I’ll train you myself,” she said immediately, then paused, then laughed at herself.“God, I talk too much.”I chuckled lightly.“Sorry,” she added playfully, stepping back. “I’ll let you settle in. Welcome again, Lucas.”And just like that… she was gone.Charl
~LUCAS~By the time I shut down my system and step out of the building, the sky is already dimming into that quiet, in-between shade…..neither day nor night.The time is 6:30 p.m.My first day, and it already feels like I’ve lived three different lives in a single afternoon.I loosen my tie as I walk toward Marcella's car…now my car, my mind still buzzing, still restless. The firm is quieter now, most people already gone, but the tension from earlier? Yeah… that followed me out.Because of her.Because of Fiorella.As I pass the glass doors, I catch a faint reflection of myself…tie loosened, eyes tired but sharp. For a second, I barely recognize the man staring back at me.“First day,” I mutter under my breath. “And you’re already losing your head over a girl.”I scoff softly. “Get it together, Lucas.”I exhale slowly as I unlock my car and slide in, gripping the steering wheel for a moment before starting the engine.“Not Marcella…” I murmur under my brea
~MARCELLA~The moment I say it, “Shall we?”I expect him to move.To play along.To follow the script.To keep everything neat, controlled, believable.But Lucas doesn’t move…not immediately.Instead… his grip on my hand tightens.Not subtly or gently, but tight enough to m
~LUCAS~I stare at the phone in my hand long after the call ends.My chest feels heavy.God.I feel like absolute garbage.I drop the phone on the bed and run both hands down my face.Why did I just talk to her like that?Marcella’s voice echoes in my head.Soft, bright an
~MARCELLA~“Hello?”Lucas’s voice comes through the phone.And my brain completely shuts down.Every single word I planned to say evaporates instantly like smoke.My mouth opens… but nothing comes out.I sit there frozen, staring at the phone pressed against my ear as if it sud
~LUCAS~Stella's the last person I expected to see in my house.For a moment, I genuinely think I'm imagining things.“You finally came home. I've been waiting for you.”The room goes very still after Stella says that.For a moment I just stare at her, trying to process w







