Todos os capítulos de Trust Fall With EAMON RODGE: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Marcus paced back and forth across the living room, his jaw clenched and fists tightening with every step. Heather stood by the window, her eyes filled with tears and frustration. The silence between them was thick, nearly suffocating."How could you, Heather?" Marcus finally broke the silence, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "How could you do this to me?""Marcus, please, you have to listen to me," Heather pleaded, her voice cracking. "I didn't cheat on you. I never would. That picture—""Don't even start with that!" Marcus interrupted, his eyes flashing. "You think I'm stupid? I saw the picture. You were hugging him, Heather. My best friend!"Heather took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I know how it looks, but it's not what you think. I swear, I don't know how that picture got out there. Yes, we hugged, but it wasn't like that. He was comforting me because I was upset about something else entirely.""Comforting you? Really? That's the best you've got

Heather's hands trembled as she clutched the signed contract, a mixture of relief and unease flooding her. She had done it. Eamon Rodge's signature was now on the document, but his ominous promise still echoed in her mind. She had to get back to Marcus and show him, prove to him that she was loyal and true.Driving back to Marcus's house, Heather replayed the encounter in her mind. Eamon Rodge was not the elderly man she had imagined, but a young, dark figure with an unsettling presence. His agreement to sign in exchange for a future favor had been unexpected, but she was willing to do whatever it took to save her relationship.As she approached Marcus's house, she noticed another car parked in the driveway. A knot formed in her stomach. Marcus had mentioned nothing about having guests tonight. Pushing down her anxiety, she parked and headed toward the door, her heart pounding louder with each step.The house was eerily quiet as she entered, the faint sound of laughter and clinking

Heather's eyes fluttered open, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow across the room. Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to piece together the events of the previous night. The last thing she remembered was pouring her heart out to a stranger, the weight of her troubles heavy on her shoulders.As she sat up in bed, her gaze swept across the room, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Eamon sitting calmly in the armchair. Panic surged through her veins as she realized she was not alone."What are you doing here?" Heather demanded, her voice laced with anger and fear.Eamon regarded her coolly, his dark lenses masking his eyes. "I believe I have my freedom to be where I want," he replied calmly. "And the bed included."Heather's confusion turned to alarm when she realized that her clothes had been changed. "You! Did you... change my clothes?" she asked, her voice trembling with anger.Eamon's response was a curt and bold "Yes."Heather's

As Heather hurried out of the hospital vicinity, she remembered she had left her car at Mia's place.  She hailed a cab, and as she settled into the back seat, her mind began to drift. Memories of Arthur, her brother, flooded back. She thought about why she had come to this city, leaving City M just a month ago.  Her brother, Arthur, had been the one to insist she come here if he didn't return home within a week or two.  Arthur had always been protective and forward-thinking. He had meticulously prepared everything for her in this new city: he bought her a car, signed the deeds of their fashion store in her name, and even arranged for a spacious house. Their fashion store had a branch here, which she hadn't visited yet, and there was a contact, Mr. Craig, whose number Arthur had given her.   --- "Heather, you have to promise me

"It wasn't yours to begin with," Marcus said coldly. "If you want it, you'll have to marry me." Heather's anger boiled over. She stepped out of the car, her voice trembling with fury. "I promise you, Marcus, I will have my revenge somehow."  She tossed the keys at his feet and walked away, her heart heavy with a low charged determination. She hailed a cab and directed the driver to Camille's apartment. Camille, the sweet girl who had taken her in a month ago, had no idea of the turmoil Heather was facing.  As she sat in the back of the cab, Heather vowed to find a way to reclaim what was rightfully hers and honor Arthur's memory. The fight wasn't over, and she wouldn't give up without a battle.  Heather pushed open the door to her small, cozy apartment, stepping into the warm embrace of familiarity.  The living room was decorated w