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.RONALDThe ledgers.Of course it came back to them. Those damn black books no thicker than a bible, filled with decades of numbers, names, debts, blood and a fuck Ron of secrets. The kind of pages men would sell their own families to get. I had buried them over a decade ago, praying, hoping that they would stay dead. But fate had a way of fucking up everything.I blew out a breath, tapping on my steering, eyes glued to the busy intersection. I should have burnt that book to ash when I had the chance but Lydia had convinced me otherwise, saying it might be useful in the future.I should have known listening to her would lead to a trail of chaos.She was right about one thing. The book could be used as leverage. But never did I think this was how it would be used.Catherine’s face burned in my mind again. Her wide eyes, the tremble in her lips before they dragged her away. I saw her fear, but I also saw something else… trust. She looked at me like she believed I could fix this. Like I
RONALDI watched helplessly as she disappeared through the service exit, and the moment the door slammed shut, something inside me snapped.At first I was frozen, my chest heaving, my hands curled into fists so tight I could feel the sting of my nails biting into my palms. The cowards with guns still hovered by the exits while their masked faces scanned the area for resistance. I gave them nothing… not yet. If I moved now, she died.But when I got her back, and I would, there wouldn’t be enough left of these men to bury.I forced my breathing to slow down, forced my pulse to even out, pushing the chaos so far down that all I felt now was cold rage. Catherine’s face was burned into my mind, the way she looked at me just before they dragged her away. Wide eyes, lips trembling, like she wanted to speak but couldn’t.She was terrified.I turned on my heel and strode out of the hall, ignoring the murmurs, the sobs, the stench of fear clinging to the air. Once I hit the corridor, I pulled
CATHERINEI watched as Ronald walked away, my heart pounding so hard I was so sure everyone around me could hear it.My cheek still burned, but it wasn’t the sting of the slap that hurt… some part of me still felt like I deserved it. Every bit of it. Not because of Ronald’s ex wife’s accusation, although they weren’t far fetched, but for what I was doing. For what I was about to do. The whispers rippled through the hall like a drop of stone in water, there were a bunch of elites side eyeing the living daylights out of me but I couldn’t bring myself to care.Because in five minutes, this entire place was going to descend into chaos, and I would be the reason why.I clutched my purse, forcing my legs to move, each click of my heels on the polished tile sounding like a countdown to destruction. The restroom door closed behind me with a hollow thud and my hands trembled as I dug out my phone, my thumb hovering over the message I’d already typed.‘Done.’I hit send.I blew out a heavy bre
RONALDThe hall seemed like it was holding its breath, waiting for chaos to erupt. She stared straight ahead, our eyes locking. She had that crazy look in her eyes, one I didn’t miss.My stomach dropped. I muttered a curse under my breath. Someone was going to die tonight, Quinn. I’d told him to fucking watch her but here she was.She was walking… no, storming, through the crowd like a hurricane. Reporters were already scrambling to capture the moment, lenses clicking in rapid succession. And before I could intercept her, she was right in front of Catherine.Then her hand arced through the air and cracked against Catherine’s cheek.The sound was sharp, violent enough that it silenced the room. Catherine’s head jerked to the side from the force of it. A perfect, angry red mark bloomed on her pale skin.For a second, I didn’t move. Not because I was frozen, because I was trying not to explode.The crowd gasped, then the whispers spread like wildfire. Phones were out in an instant, camer
RONALDI hated these events.The clatter of cutlery, the clinking of wine glasses, the low hum of a hundred fake conversations… everything was enough to make me want to claw my way out of my own skin.It was always the same, every time I walked into a room like this, it felt like I was suffocating. The air felt heavy, like everyone was trying too hard to impress everyone else, that, and the scent of overpriced cologne and desperation clung to everything.I glanced across the table. Catherine was sitting there, as perfect as always, a straight posture, her black hair falling loosely around her shoulders. Not once that night had she looked me in the eye. Not once. She’d spoken when necessary, smiled when required, but not for me. It was like I was invisible.And I couldn’t tell if that was because she was still pissed at me… or because something else was gnawing at her.I thought we were getting somewhere when she’d said we should move forward. Maybe it wasn’t the case.I loosened my ti
CATHERINEA soft ping jolted me out of my restless thoughts.My phone buzzed on the nightstand and I grabbed it instinctively, praying it wasn’t T again.It was.T: Tomorrow. 9 a.m. Sharp. Parking garage on 5th. Bring what you’ve found.I stared at the screen, my pulse hammering loudly in my ears. What I’ve found. The irony was, I hadn’t found anything. Not yet. Nothing but a shaky video that could still be fake and my own crumbling resolve.My thumb hovered over the keyboard. I can’t do this anymore. I wanted to type it, to tell T to find someone else, to tell him I was out.But before I could, another message flashed across my screen.T: Don’t be late. Ronald’s expecting a shipment tomorrow night. If you’re not there, you’ll miss your chance to see who he really is.My heart stuttered. Shipment?My mind immediately went to the worst possibilities… guns, drugs, something darker. But what if it was just business? What if T was twisting something harmless into something dark?I typed