I got down from Eric’s car and quietly made my way into the house. Without saying much, I headed straight to my room, needing a moment to myself.I glanced down at the necklace resting on my chest, my fingers brushing over it gently. A wave of sadness washed over me as memories I thought I’d buried began to resurface. Slowly, I drifted into a flashback…__ __ __ Flashback__ __ __ I ran towards Elena as I grabbed her hand running from one of our house parents. We both ran to the balcony and peep to make sure she's not coming for us.We sat down and kept playing, giggling under the soft evening light. Just then, our eyes caught a glint by the waste bin near the balcony. Curious, we walked over and found a pair of matching necklaces lying there as if waiting for us.Without thinking, I picked them up, smiling. I gently placed one around Elena’s neck and slipped the other over mine."I promise you… I’ll never leave you," I whispered, looking into her eyes.She smiled back, her voice just
Chapter 18: Eric's POVI held Elena's hand as I walked her out of the venue, we got to the parking lot and I opened the car door for her and I sat beside her.I ignited the engine to drive, when I saw Linda in front of the car waving at me, I stopped the car and she made her way to me."She paused by Elena’s window seat, eyes cold and commanding. ‘Move to the back,’ she said sharply, leaving no room for argument."“Linda, why don’t you sit at the back? Elena is already seated here,” I said, but she didn’t even flinch. Without saying a word, Elena quietly stood up and moved to the back seat.I started the car and began driving, my mind clouded with thoughts. Linda had been acting strangely ever since she returned from the U.S., and I couldn’t understand why.The old Linda will never do something like this it's either she followed Adrian or just go back home herself and peradventure she wants to follow me she won't ask my employee to go the back seat We made a brief stop at Elena’s apa
I sat down carefully in front of him, my eyes never leaving his. He raised his brows, visibly curious, probably trying to read me. “I’m Adrian Lancaster,” I said calmly, but the name hit him like a slap. His eyes widened instantly, and his entire demeanor shifted from calm to panicked. He began to tremble, his hands fumbling with something in his pocket. “Hey, relax,” I said, holding my hands up briefly. “I’m not here to hurt you… I just want the truth.”But as soon as the word “truth” left my mouth, he pulled out a syringe, the same kind I’d seen others try to use before. My instincts kicked in—I lunged forward and snatched it from his grip.Grabbing him by the collar, I dragged him closer, the rage I’d kept buried starting to rise. “Why did you kill my mother?!” I shouted, my voice raw and sharp.He flinched, shaking violently. “Please… you don’t understand,” he stammered.“No,” I growled, then drove a heavy punch into his jaw, sending his head snapping sideways. “Stop hiding behi
I stepped out of the house and slid into my car, as I drove to the uncompleted building—our usual meeting spot. The place was quiet, hidden, half-forgotten by the city. Just the way we needed it.I parked and headed inside, the concrete walls casting long shadows. She was already there, leaning against a pillar, dressed in a black hoodie and matching pants.“Why the heavy disguise?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.She turned to me, eyes sharp. “I think Brianna overheard our call yesterday,” she said coldly.My heart skipped a beat.“How does she find out?” I snapped, voice rising. “You should’ve been more careful!”In a flash, her hand shot out and gripped my throat, slamming me lightly against the cold concrete pillar.“She barged into my room “without knocking!” she yelled, her eyes blazing. “How the hell was I supposed to stop *that?”She held my gaze for a moment longer, then released me with a frustrated shove. I coughed, rubbing my neck, the tension between us thick and dangerous.
I quickly pocketed my phone and straightened up as Brianna walked in. Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor, but her eyes—sharp, curious—were already on me."Who were you talking to?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, an unreadable expression on her face.My throat tightened. "Just a work call," I said casually, trying to keep my voice steady. "Nothing serious."She stopped a few feet away, arms folded. "Work call, huh? You looked... tense."I forced a small laugh. "Deadlines. You know how it is."Brianna stared at me for a beat too long, then smiled. But it wasn’t the kind of smile that put you at ease—it was the kind that said *I’m not convinced, but I’ll let you think I am.*“Right,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Just know—secrets don’t stay buried long in this place.”With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there with my heart racing.She definitely heard something.Are you back from your fifth husband’s house?” I yelled at
I led her upstairs, I closed the door behind me, my hand brushing the strand of her hair behind her ear. My hand lingered tracing her jaw, my finger shaking lightly. “I must forget her, I must forget Elena” I thought inwardly.Our lips met with fire—slow at first, then hungry. My hand slid down her back pulling her lightly against me, Linda gasped, as my mouth moved to her neck, moving trails of heat on her skin.My lips moved slowly down her body, savoring the taste of her skin, the way she shivered under each kiss. Every sigh that escaped her lips pulled me deeper into her, into the moment I’d tried so hard to resist.She was beautiful— but not compared to Elena.I cupped her breast gently, feeling its warmth in my hand as I brought my mouth to her. My tongue flicked softly over her nipple, teasing, tasting, taking my time. She gasped, arching into me, her fingers threading into my hair, urging me closer.“You’re trembling,” I murmured against her skin, my voice thick with the weigh