All Chapters of MISTRESS OF THE GAME: Chapter 151 - Chapter 152

STORMMarie made it to Sheila’s and, for a while, everything went the way I wanted. Dante reported steady updates: meals shared, walks by the river, quiet afternoons in the small flat that smelled of old perfume. The reports were clean and ordinary, and for the first time in months I allowed myself a thin thread of relief. She was breathing without me, and that should have been enough.But I do not trust quiet. Quiet is often the sound that comes right before a trap snaps shut.Dante called me that afternoon in a voice that had lost its casual tone. “Sir, something happened. Timothy Grant was seen near Sheila’s.”The name was a punch behind the ribs. Timothy Grant. Marie’s runaway husband, a story I had placed under a sheet and folded away because it was messy and dangerous and not mine to untangle. The moment Dante said the name, a cold certainty settled like metal in my gut.“It is Garrick,” I said before I even allowed myself to think. The syllables were flat, like a verdict. Garr