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I stepped out of the Lyft with a bottle of Rosé in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. The December wind whipped through my coat, biting at my skin, but I barely felt it through the excitement. I was finally home. Jayden’s manor loomed ahead, glowing with holiday lights, picturesque as always. My heels clicked against the stone pathway as I buzzed myself in, replaying our last phone call. ‘Katie, baby, please tell me you’re coming home for Christmas. I don’t think I can spend another week without you.’ I giggled, nursing a cup of coffee as my secretary passed me some files to sign off on. ‘I’m sorry, but work has been so crazy. The firm had a last minute client and I’m this close to losing my mind.’ He sighed. ‘I’ll miss you.’ I smiled brightly, staring at the 24 karat diamond ring Jayden had used to propose. ‘I’m so sorry. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I love you.’ ‘I love you too Katie bear.’ That was two days ago. Luckily I was able to wrap up just in time to catch the last flight back home. I didn’t call when I landed. I wanted to surprise him. Big gesture. Classic rom-com moment. I punched in the gate code and waited as the iron doors buzzed open. My heels echoed in the cold as I climbed the familiar steps. The front door swung open and my breath caught. Blue eyes. Salt-and-pepper hair. Jaw like a Roman sculpture. Mr. Turner. Jayden’s father, looking every bit the man who turned heads without trying. “Cathrine,” his deep voice rumbled through the air, as smooth as aged whiskey. “I wasn’t aware you were in town.” I offered a sheepish smile, struggling to balance the oversized chocolate box on my hip. “Yeah… I managed to make it in last minute.” A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face, but he stepped aside. “Jayden’s around here somewhere. Make yourself at home.” As he walked away, I noticed, again, how strange it was that I’d never seen him with a woman. Not once in two years. My friends always joked I was dating the wrong Turner. “Ditch the trust fund kid,” they’d tease. “Go for the silver fox with actual ambition.” They didn’t understand. Jayden could be intense, sure. But he had his moments. We had our moments. My phone buzzed and I smiled at the text. It was from my sister, Ellie. I’m so glad you’re back in the city. The hospital’s like a literal cell. They threw a fit cause I left to get jelly! Save me! Be good Ellie. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I shoved my phone into my coat and climbed the staircase with a flutter in my chest, careful not to spill the Rosé. His door was slightly ajar. I raised my hand to knock but stopped short. I furrowed my brows, slowly pressing my ear to the door. Giggles, stumbling, I heard at least two people and from the voices, one was a woman. Confusion still wrapped around me. Maybe it was Kyle. He always brought his sleazy hookups home and sometimes in his brother’s room. Then I heard his voice... Jayden’s. “You’re so goddamn sexy,” he slurred, followed by more giggles and the unmistakable sound of kissing. The world stilled. My lungs forgot how to breathe. I should’ve walked away or stormed in or done something, but I stood frozen. Until the moaning started. My heart cracked. I pushed the door open. Let me tell you what was worse than finding out your fiancé was cheating on you. Your fiancé, cheating on you with your friend. “Carol?” I whispered but they were too busy sucking each other's tongues off to notice me. Not until I snapped louder, “Jayden!” They jolted apart like children caught with matches. Jayden fumbled for his pants. Carol scrambled for her shirt, hiding behind him. “K…Katie?” Jayden stammered. This had to be some kind of elaborate sick joke. “What… what’s going on here?” Jayden’s gaze bounced around. “Baby it’s not what it looks like.” “Oh?” I laughed but there was no humor behind it. “Because it looks like you were just cheating on me… with my best friend.” Carol whimpered behind him. “Carol, why the hell are you hiding? I already saw you.” She stepped out, clutching her shirt to her chest. Her eyes were red. “Someone better start talking, or I swear to God-” “I’m sorry Katie!” She cried, curling her shirt to her chest and Jayden cursed under his breath. “I just… we don’t…” “Katie… baby,” Jayden stepped forward, slipping into that familiar, manipulative tone. “It was just a dumb mistake.” He exhaled, taking a hand through his hair. “We went to Kyle’s party together and one thing led to another but I promise you baby, it was just a mistake.” “A mistake?” I repeated, voice rising. “I took an eight-hour flight to surprise you… and this is what I find? That’s not a mistake, it’s a choice! Carol chipped in and I swore I would have committed murder. “Katie,” she sobbed. “Please it didn’t… it didn’t mean anything we-“ “Shut the hell up!” I snapped and Jayden stepped in front of Carol, almost like he was… protecting her? “Look Katie,” he started, “I’m a man. And men have urges. I mean… you left for two months.” “I was working!” “Exactly!” He snapped, “you’re always working. You never have time for me. It was inevitable.” I flinched like he’d slapped me. “I spend everyday working my ass if ever since I graduated. I don’t come from fancy old money Jayden,” I shouted. “I don’t have daddy’s million dollars to cushion my fall. You know that and you…” I jabbed a finger in his chest. “I trusted you. You’re the only man I’d ever been with in my life.” He tore his gaze me with his jaw screwed tight. “Even on those long days, those late nights I made sure we spoke, made sure you were around, moved my meetings around to have dinner,” I inhaled. “And you say I didn’t make time for you?” Somebody wake me for this nightmare. “That’s the problem Katie,” he said, Carol still clutching on him like a lifeline. “You only care about yourself. I begged you to quit your job. I have money! Heck I can buy the whole state if I wanted to!” “Your father has the money Jayden,” I corrected in a cool, detached tone and his face turned red with anger. Let’s just say he didn’t like being compared to his father. “Screw you Katie,” he said helping Carol with her dress and an obvious realization that I had been too dumb to notice hit me like a fiegn truck. “How… how long has this been going on?” Jayden paused, looking back at me while Carol was the poster of terror. He shrugged. “A few months. You know what?” He said, turning fully to me. “We’re done, Katie. You can stay the night or not. Just keep your negative energy away from my stuff.” “Leave the ring on the nightstand,” he growled. “That shit cost more than your yearly income.” He brushed past me with Carol and I was too dumbfounded to catch up to what was going on. Did that really just happen? Did he just break up with me, after cheating? My heart pounded, fury rising like a wave that came too late. “I’M the one who gets to call it quits!” I screamed at the hallway. They were gone. I looked down at the ring on my finger, then at the perfectly made bed they’d just desecrated.CATHERINEThe noise of the park was dulled into a distant hum… except for that violin. That intensified for some reason, like it was playing the last notes of my life.It took everything in me not to flinch from Ronald’s gaze.I swallowed, shuffling on my feet. “I-““Catherine.” Marcus' sharp voice cut through the crowd like a blade, making my head snap toward him.He billowed through the thinning crowd and it was only when he got closer that I noticed the distress on his face. Skin whitened, eyes wide, bouncing back from Ronald to me like he couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing. He ran a rough hand through his already mussed hair.Guilt settled in my chest, along with every other emotion.I’d almost forgotten he was here.He stopped a pace away, glaring at Ronald not bothering to hide his hostility. “What the-“ he paused to catch his breath. “What’s he doing here?”Ronald didn’t flinch at the venom in Marcus’s tone. If anything, he looked unfazed. That was enough to send warnin
CATHERINE Ronald didn’t spare me a glance. His dark gaze was fixed on T.“Let go.”His voice was calm. Too calm.I knew more than anyone that that was the calm before the storm. But this time, I didn’t know who the storm would be directed at.“Ronald?”My stomach dropped to an all time low when he crossed the distance between us without hesitation, the crowd parting instinctively as if they felt something dangerous moving through them.I wondered if he would care about the people around, if he would turn violent. The thought alone was enough to calm me.The violinist faltered for half a second before continuing.T’s chuckle made a shiver run down my spine. My head snapped to him in time to catch the glint of amusement in his eyes.“Ronald Turner,” he drawled, his thumb on my wrist slipped away and into his pockets as he took one deliberate step back.Not scared, not surprised. Cautious.Slowly, an ugly realization set in.T was a hundred percent sure I wasn’t going to work for him a
RONALDI didn’t want to admit why my heart was racing.She’s working with the ghost, Frankie had said.My jaw clenched, grip on the steering wheel tightened until the leather creaked under my fingers.He’s manipulating you.That’s what this is.The bastard couldn’t force me into a war, so he was trying to redirect me into one. Turn my rage toward his enemy. Use Catherine as the match.It was smart… and desperate.The engine roared through the street, but it was barely audible beneath the ringing in my ears.She’ll be the end of you.My chest tightened.No.Catherine wasn’t-She’ll kill you and leave you for dead.My foot floored the gas without realizing it.She knows where you hesitate.That one made my pulse stutter. Because it wasn’t wrong. She’d seen it. I’d let her. I’d torn down my walls just to make her feel safe with me. The way I softened unconsciously when she looked at me too long or stopped pushing whenever she asked me not to. The way I let her walk away with questions I
RONALDMy blood boiled as the waves of the ocean crashed into each other, grip tightened impossibly on the railing.Frankie had balls.His call came in two days ago, just as I was on my way to Catherine’s house.“Speak,” I said, grabbing my keys off my counter, mentally counting down the seconds to ending the call I didn’t even want to be on.“Why the hostility?” Frankie’s voice swayed. Drunk. That man hadn’t had a sober day in decades but still managed to stay on top.That I’d never understand.“I was under the impression we weren’t allies.”The trick he pulled with his goons was still fresh in my mind as his laughter echoed through the speaker.“Let bygones be bygones, Ron.”My jaw tightened at the nickname.“I sent my goons, you killed my men. We’re even.”Even.I shut the door behind me, footsteps thudding against the concrete as I made it to my car. The air inside was warmer and I could still see Catherine sitting in the passenger's seat, staring at me like she couldn’t quite tru
CATHERINE“I think this is a terrible idea.” Marcus said, watching me from across the room with a dark expression. “Maybe think this through.”I ignored him, even as irritation flared deep in my stomach. The sound of my gun cocking sliced through the air, the piece felt heavy in my hand, too heavy. A loud reminder that it had taken the life of a man once and was about to do so again.My chest tightened, so did my grip on the gun.I turned to Marcus as I slid my jacket on. “What do you suggest I do? Wait until he starts going for everyone I love?” I shook my head, stepping closer until I leaned over the counter, staring him dead in the eye. “I’ll rather die than let that happen.”Marcus flinched, surprise and fear flickering in his eyes. He knew I meant every word.His jaw ticked, “You’re not going alone.”I leaned back, tucking the gun in my waistband, the cool metal pressed against my hot skin. “He’s going to spot you from a mile away. You said it yourself, he isn’t an ordinary man,
CATHERINE“I need to be inside you,” Ronald’s voice was rough, low enough that it felt more like a vibration than sound, brushing against my ear and settling somewhere deep in my chest.My head lulled to the side, face burying into the pillow as my breath caught. He hovered at my entrance, not moving for a second like he was trying to memorize every inch of my body in his mind, like he needed to see my face when it finally happened.His eyes never left mine. They were dark, hooded, and filled with desire and something close to reverence. It made my body shiver with need.The first slow push stole the air from my lungs and I sucked in a sharp breath as his head pushed past my wet folds, inching further, filling me until my surroundings narrowed down to the low buzz under my skin and the heavy sound of our breathing.“Fuck,” he growled under his breath, bracing himself above me.His entire frame shivered, his jaw ticking like he was holding himself back from losing control. For me.War







