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CATHRINE
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.CATHERINE I must have forgotten how to breathe, or the air was too thick. Either way, my lungs stopped working, my ears rang, drowning out everything.A muffled sound echoed from above me.My head felt heavy, but I looked up anyway. His lips were moving, talking? No. His brows were knotted, his eyes wide , fear seeping out. The veins in his neck were bulging. Shouting.My gaze flickered to the ground. I was closer to it than it should have been. When did my knees give out?My grandmother’s words refused to stop replaying in my head.Your father isn’t dead.The cold that settled in my bones wasn’t from the harsh crashing of waves or the fact that we were close to the sea. It was from the realization that the worst of them all was still here… lurking in the shadows.A hand clamped down hard on my shoulder.I turned to meet Marcus’s wild eyes dragging over me like he was searching for injuries. His voice broke through the ringing this time, barely. “Catherine,” he barked, shaking me g
CATHERINE “I take it your martyr stunt didn’t work out as well as you thought it would.”I shuffled on my feet, pushing down that feeling that tried so hard to crawl back up. The look in Marcus’s eyes was plain and simple… disappointment. He had every right to.I swallowed heavily, taking a step forward.His gaze faltered, just for half a second before hardening.“Why are you here, Cath?” He said evenly, even as his fingers dug into his arms.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice muffled by the steady sound of waves crashing into each other. Cold seeped into my bones but the weight in my chest thawed it out. The docks were practically empty, save for the security guard staring us down from the end of the boat. I pretended not to notice.His scoff was lost in the wind as he tilted his head heavenward. “I’ve got crates to offload, Cath.”“Marcus-“He snapped his head back to me, eyes narrowing. “No. You don’t get to run into a fucking death trap even when I begged you not to and now whe
RONALD“Found your little friend.” The man said, his dark gaze flicking to Frankie.For a moment I was certain I was hallucinating. Frankie had been halfway across the country, setting off his own plans against the threat we both faced.Now he was here. Bruised and barely conscious. His once pristine suit was jagged, soaked in crimson, his silver rings stained with blood. The sight of him reduced to something so fragile felt… wrong. Frankie was always untouchable. Until now.“Frankie?” Mason breathed. The disbelief in his voice only sharpened. “Well… that’s unexpected.”Frankie’s unfocused eyes blinked slowly as he struggled to lift his head. “Ronald…” he rasped. “You-.”A slow clap echoed through the chamber, cutting off whatever he was about to say.“Touching,” the man before us drawled, his tone laced with mock amusement. “Truly. Loyalty is such a rare commodity these days.”My gaze hardened on him. “You dragged him into this to make a point?” I asked coldly.His lips curved into
RONALDMason glanced over at me from the hood of the car, his brows furrowed.Me, on the other hand, was slightly confused. Talk.We just stormed into their base, with a hostage who was now dead and they wanted to talk? Why not just kill us?I didn’t let the thought linger.The fact was that we were probably surrounded on all sides. If they wanted to kill us, they would have before we even knew what was coming. And we didn’t have the luxury of declining.I pushed an exhale through my nose and stood slowly. Mason hesitated for half a second before following closely.My eyes scanned the empty road, the shadowed trees. They had gone silent again. Mason and I exchanged a glance.“So,” Mason said tightly. “We just going to wait to get slaughtered? I kind of like my head on my shoulders.”I scowled, leaning on the hood of the car. “Got a better idea?”He opened his mouth. Then shut it. Exactly.The next minute, the low hum of an engine steadily approached us, the headlights cutting through
RONALDThe low hum of the engine was the only sound that buzzed through the silence, vibrating through the car like a warning.My eyes stayed fixed on the metal door to the safe house, jaw ticking with restraint. Catherine was going to hate me. She already did. But it didn’t matter because she was safe… away from the madness that was about to unfold.That was enough.At least that was what I told myself. It didn’t stop my chest from tightening, a weight that I didn’t want to acknowledge pressing against my chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. I ignored it too.My phone buzzed in my pocket.I ignored.I already knew who it was. Frankie. He’d been calling nonstop for over a week… demanding updates, sending his men to lurk in the shadows, trying to find answers they weren’t ready for. He was restless. Restless Frankie was dangerous, but useful. His impatience worked in my favor.Another vibration rolled through me. Another ignored call.A low groan cut through the haze.My gaz
CATHERINEThe air went silent, no one spoke, no one moved.Or maybe they did. I couldn’t tell over the ringing in my ears, over the ice that spreading through my veins like poison.T’s words were on repeat, playing over and over like a broken record in my mind.Ellie was never in danger?She never was in danger.No. That was impossible. It had to be. “You’re lying.” I muttered under my breath.Even my voice had betrayed me, cracking at the end. I stepped forward anyway, ignoring the way Ronald stiffened or how Mason’s attention sharpened. Like both were unsure of what I was about to do.“What do you gain from this?” I demanded. “And don’t insult me by saying you were forced into it. You look like you enjoyed every second.”My voice dropped.“Picking into peoples lives. Turning them in one another… planting deceit, playing people like they’re-““But I was just the spark,” T cut in smoothly. “You lit the fire yourself.”My pulse stuttered. My vision swam with rage.His eyes flicked to
CATHERINEFor a moment my mind went blank. I’d forgotten my hysteric call to Ronald. He’d listened to every word, of course he did. My brain scrambled for an answer.“The letters.” I said way too quickly before taking a break. “You know ever since things like that have been happening I’ve just fel
CATHERINEThe hospital smelled the same as always, antiseptic and cleaning agents clung to the air. I felt a hand slide to my bobbing knee, Ronald offered a small assuring smile.“Everything will be fine,” he whispered.My stomach turned into knots. “How do you know that? She’s been in there for lo
CATHERINERonald’s touch lingered long after he left. Jed dropped me off, watching me until my door shut close behind me.But as soon as I stepped in, I felt it. Something was wrong. My skin crawled with nerves, I moved slowly, dropping my things on the couch.“Ellie?” I called out.A second passed
RONALDThe school looked the same. The same as over forty years ago. The hallways were filled with fluorescent lights and the faint smell of cleaning chemicals. The feeling of nostalgia made my stomach turn. Nothing about this place gave me any good memories. It had been decades since I’d walked th