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Car Maniac

At this point, it was clear the black SUV had followed us from the restaurant, and was trying to do what? Kill us? You would think the driver would stop after the first hit. But yeah… no. The car hit us again. Harder this time. The force jolted me in my seatbelt, my hand instinctively flying to protect my belly. My heart leaped into my throat. Henry’s jaw clenched as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Hold on,” he muttered, his voice low and deadly calm. All the warmth from dinner was gone. His expression hardened into something else. Something I hadn’t seen before. Without warning, he slammed the gear into drive and jerked the wheel to the left, cutting across two lanes of traffic. Horns blared. I screamed. “Henry!” “I see them,” he said, eyes locked in the mirror. The SUV switched lanes too, speeding up behind us. Tires screeched as it pushed forward, closing the gap. “Who the hell is that?!” I shouted, my voice shrill from panic. “Let’s find out,” Henry said, and s

Bedchamber

Somehow, through what I can only describe as skilled emotional manipulation, Henry convinced me to spend the night at his place. I had wanted to say no. I really had. But he insisted it would be safer until the police got involved. And honestly, after being rammed off the road, I wasn't exactly feeling brave. Still, the idea of staying at his place left a weird lump in my throat. It wasn’t about sleeping over. I was a grown woman, I had done worse. It was just… everything had happened so fast. I sighed and pulled out my phone and dialed Mum. Not because I needed permission, God no! I was twenty-nine. But just so she and the rest of the family didn’t freak out when I didn’t come home. She picked up on the second ring. “Hey, sweetheart. How’s the date going?” I hesitated, chewing the inside of my cheek. Should I casually drop the I got engaged bombshell? Or maybe start with the someone tried to murder us bit? “Uh... it’s going great,” I said vaguely. “Actually... I’m going to sp

Chocolate Cake

I ended up taking a long, hot bath, trying to wash away the chaos of the night. When I finally stepped out, I slipped into the soft, lavender nightgown Marie had so sweetly left for me. It felt like clouds against my skin, comforting in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. I curled into the guest bed, staring up at the ceiling. So much had happened tonight. My eyes drifted to the ring on my finger. I twisted it absentmindedly, the weight of it foreign and permanent all at once. I sighed and rolled over, then rolled back. Sleep refused to come. My mind kept circling back to that SUV—how Someone had planned that. Either to scare us… or kill us. Henry’s voice echoed in my head. “It was Jeremiah. Or someone working for him.” He had been so sure. So calm in his certainty. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was beginning to believe him. Jeremiah was impulsive. Reckless. Vindictive. But to try and end our lives? My stomach twisted. I sighed and threw the covers

What will people Say

"Ahhh!" The scream pierced the air like a bullet, jolting both Henry and me out of bed. My heart slammed into my ribs as I shot upright, yanking the covers up around my chest. For a second, I thought something terrible had happened—like the house was under attack or worse...But then I saw her. Standing at the foot of the bed, trembling with rage and wide-eyed like she had just walked in on her worst nightmare, was Mandy. Henry’s ever-so-devoted personal assistant. I hadn't seen her for a long while. She looked like she had just caught her husband cheating. Except the husband wasn’t hers. And neither was the bed. "Mandy? What the hell are you doing here?" Henry barked, scrambling to pull on a pair of sweatpants. I didn’t move. I just lay there, naked beneath the covers, clutching them to my chest as I watched the scene unfold. Mandy’s glare snapped to me, her face blotchy and red. I could tell she was furious seeing me here. "I came to check on you! You’ve missed meetings and

Hurricane Mandy

Mandy watched as Henry and Nora descended the stairs together. He had his hand on her waist. They were smiling like the world consisted of only the two of them. Her fingers clenched around the tablet in her hand. For years, Mandy had loved Henry. Years of waiting, hoping, quietly playing the long game expecting that one day, he would finally see her. She had been there through it all. Through the loss of his brother. Through the chaos that nearly collapsed the company. She had picked up the pieces, worked overtime, fought off the sharks, kept the board at bay—for him. She comforted him when he was at his lowest. Stood by him when others turned their backs. Encouraged him when he wanted to give up. And this is how he repays her? Getting engaged to his rival’s ex-wife? Her eyes darkened as they fell on Nora. If looks could kill, Nora would be six feet under. “Oh. You’re still here,” Nora said as they reached the bottom of the stairs. The casualness in her voice lit a match in

We have a Suspect

Nora's POV Two detectives and two policemen arrived at Henry’s estate barely ten minutes after Mandy drove out of the gates.The moment they stepped in, the mood changed, replacing the easy warmth of Henry’s home with something cold and serious. The taller detective introduced himself as Detective Morrow. The other, younger one with sharp features and a tight jaw, said nothing, but watched us with intense, unblinking focus.I folded my hands in my lap, trying to calm the slight tremor running through them. The teacup in front of me sat untouched, its steam curling into the air like a question I didn’t know how to answer.Henry did most of the talking.He explained how I had noticed the dark sedan following us, how I had warned him, how the driver sped up, tried to ram into our car. He described the twists and turns of the chase with terrifying accuracy, his voice clipped and steady, like someone reliving each second in his head."You're sure the driver made contact with your car?" D

Blame Game

"What news?” I ask my mum, frowning, the warmth from my smile fading instantly. There’s a strange pause on the other end of the line. "What news, mum?" I pressed. “You haven’t seen it yet?” Mum’s voice is tight and obviously anxious. “It’s all over the internet, Nora.” My chest tightens. “What is?” “An article about you... Well mostly lies....and a proposal. Nora, did Henry propose to you?" I opened my mouth to answer but no words came out. "Nora, it’s bad. Really, really bad." My stomach drops as cold dread spreads through my veins like ink. “I—I have to go,” I say quickly and hang up before she can explain or ask further questions. I open my browser, fingers trembling, and type my own name. And just like that.....there it is. The top headline on three gossip sites. "Henry Worth’s fiancée has a dark past: Cheating scandals, psychiatric stay, and secret engagement." I freeze. The articles are a firestorm of lies. Old pictures of me, some from years ago, taken completely

Precious Nora

Jeremiah sat in his office, staring into nothing. The silence was suffocating. It had been weeks since he last saw Nora, weeks of self-inflicted exile. He leaned back in his chair, eyes shut, letting out a long, ragged sigh. He was giving her space. Space she deserved. After everything he had done, after the lies, the betrayal, she needed time. Peace. And God, he hoped she had found a little of it. For her sake. For the babies. His babies. No matter what Nora said, no matter how she tried to deny it, he felt it in his bones. They were his. Jeremiah ran a hand through his hair and clenched his jaw. How had he let everything fall apart? If he hadn't screwed it all up, she would still be in his arms. He would have made her tea in the mornings, massaged her swollen ankles, whispered stupid jokes against her neck until she smiled again. Instead, she was with that bastard. Henry Worth. Jeremiah’s jaw tightened. He didn’t care how charming Henry seemed to others, He knew that Henry was

Accuser and Accused

Nora’s POVJust two hours after those horrible lies spread across the internet, every single article was suddenly taken down. But the damage had already been done. My name and reputation had already been ruined. But at least Henry had made his team handle it. I sighed, staring at my phone before placing it back on the table. I was still at Henry’s place, and he was trying his hardest to make me feel better. He had even helped Marie make me breakfast and tried cracking jokes. It was sweet, really…but all I wanted was to go home. “I think I should go home now. My mum’s probably worried sick. Dad and Alister too.” I said softly to Henry. His face fell, but he forced a smile. “Let’s get dressed then.” Moments later, we were on the road. I sat in silence, staring out the window, my mind blank from all the noise in my head. Henry reached over, taking my hand. “Don’t worry. My team’s going to find whoever’s behind this. We’ll make sure every last article is taken down.” “Yeah…your te

I still love you

"I was at work," Jeremiah said finally, his jaw tight. "And my assistant Andrew can vouch for me." Henry let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Yeah, of course, your paid assistant, who does whatever the hell you tell him to do." His tone was pure venom, it was very obvious that he wanted Jeremiah to be guilty. Jeremiah’s eyes narrowed, but his voice stayed calm. “Well… the seventy-two cameras in the entire building should also attest for me. Considering I worked late yesterday until midnight and went straight home. Well…” His gaze turned to mine, his grey eyes warm. “…straight to my house. Because it’s no longer a home without you. Nora.” The words hit like a bullet. My chest tightened, heat rushing up my throat. Damn him. He knew exactly how to twist the knife. I glanced at Henry, who was already fuming, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles had gone white. His voice was lethal when he spat, “You don’t get to say those words to my fiancée, you bastard.” Jeremiah’s jaw flexed. Hi

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