All Chapters of Try to make me cry: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The digital glow of the dashboard clock bled into the weary darkness of the car's interior. One of those nights. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, the hum of the engine a dull throb against my skull. Veritas City, a sprawling lie wrapped in glass and steel, blurred past my window. Towers clawed at the bruised velvet sky, each window a distant, indifferent eye. Home. Finally, The thought was a dry taste on my tongue.The mansion, a hulking shadow against the artificial constellations of Veritas Heights, loomed. The Citadel, they called this ancient enclave. Compounds, not houses. A gilded cage, crafted for the Graysons, for families like mine. I killed the engine, the sudden silence deafening. A sigh hitched in my throat, but I swallowed it down. No time for weakness.Another night, another victory. Another night, another ghost houseThe main house was silent, which was normal. The staff had likely retired to the annex. I walked across the polished marble foyer. The

“I see you did check your text. I sent you a text on UsChat. I canceled the date because I have other plans today,” my husband stated, his voice low, his eyes fixed on me.I checked my phone—my UsChat app had just finished updating in the background. I opened it and saw the message, timestamped nearly an hour ago. He had genuinely canceled.So, this was not his plan. But I think I knew why he was still here. “So you have plans then why are you here?” I challenged, my own voice now regaining its sharpness, refusing to give him the satisfaction of looking ashamed.He sighed—a deep, theatrical sound clearly intended for the attentive audience surrounding us.“Well, I'm here now. I see you made a new friend,” my husband said, his gaze finally sweeping over Julian with thinly veiled contempt before he sat down in the empty chair across the table.So what is the meaning of this? Why did he say that like a kind, forgiving person? It was purely for the benefit of the people watching. You don

We got to the mansion. The Citadel compound was a silent, looming witness to the violence barely contained within its walls. Eddie slammed the car into park and got out, his anger a visible, radiating heat.What’s with him? I ignored him, pulling the door handle and swinging my legs out. I should have driven my own car. My heels were high, and I wobbled slightly as I walked fast toward the main entrance.He didn't let me get far. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back, yanking me through the heavy oak door.“Hey, you better not leave a bruise!” I snapped, furious that he was actually touching me with that much force.He ignored my protest, pulling me past the marble foyer and straight into my private bedroom suite, which was on the opposite wing of the house from his. He slammed the door shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot, and stood there, radiating raw, contained power.“Get out of my room,” I commanded, immediately retreating toward the center of the spacious room.“You forget th

Inside the CarThe blue Ferrari was a soundproof, pressurized space, and even inside the car, sharing the air with this man made me profoundly uncomfortable. I should have just driven my own car.He didn't speed this time. He drove agonizingly slow, as if enjoying the prolonged captivity.I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, staring out at the blurred streetlights. The burning sting on my cheek had faded, replaced by the familiar, heavy ache of emotional exhaustion.“Are you satisfied?” Eddie finally asked, his voice low, controlled, and utterly flat.I didn't turn my head. “Satisfied with what? That your mother-in-law slapped your wife in front of your business partners? Or that you stood there and watched?”“I’m talking about the show you put on,” he corrected sharply. “The pathetic, self-sacrificing wife who spun a cheating rumor into corporate loyalty. You forced me to apologize to your mother, Maggie, and to the whole family.”I finally turned to face him, the l

Who is this now? I thought bitterness instantly overriding my professionalism. He has a new toy already?They were both focused on each other and hadn't noticed me yet.“You shouldn’t be here in my office, get off me,” Eddie was saying, his voice strained, though he wasn't physically pushing her away.“Oh, come on,” the woman purred, leaning closer. “I know you’ve been having your eyes on me for a while, Mr. Grayson. You’re just too shy to make your move on me.”“I said get off,” he repeated, his tone hardening.“Come on, don't you want me to make the first move?” she said, and then, brazenly, she sat squarely on his lap and licked his ear.My entrance was no longer a matter of choice. It was a required intervention.I’ve seen him uncomfortable before, but this was different—a genuine, tired discomfort. Should I leave? No. I was here for a reason.Then the lady turned her head, following a faint sound, and saw me.“Hey, you… how rude. Can’t you see we’re busy?” she snapped, her tone c