LOGINKnox sat there in the dim underground room, the name still echoing off the concrete walls. “Richard Thompson,” Diego said again in a low, defeated tone, his head hanging slightly as the pain from the hot water continued to throb through his body.Knox let out a harsh laugh, the sound rough and bitter, cutting through the tension like a knife. Despite everything that bastard had already done to Kendra, he still wanted her dead. Knox rubbed his face hard with one hand, feeling the heat of his own anger rising like a wildfire in his chest. His jaw clenched tight, teeth grinding together as he savored the rage, letting it fuel him."Is he the only one?" Knox asked, his voice sharp and demanding.Diego nodded weakly, wincing from the movement. “Yes, he's the only one. He invited me to this quiet cafe. Met me there himself, no middlemen at first. Told me straight up about the job. Said Kendra was trying to destroy his life, that he just wanted her gone for good. He made it sound like s
Knox wiped his lips with the back of his hand, the taste of whiskey still lingering from the glass he'd just downed upstairs. He turned sharply and walked toward the back of the mansion, his footsteps echoing through the dimly lit hallway. The place was quiet now, too quiet, like the calm before another storm. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black remote. With a quick press of his thumb, a hidden panel in the floor slid open smoothly, revealing a set of narrow concrete steps descending into darkness. He glanced over his shoulder once, making sure no one else was around, then carefully climbed down. The air grew cooler and damper as he went, carrying that familiar underground mustiness mixed with the sharp scent of fear and sweat. At the bottom, a heavy metal door waited. Knox pushed it open, stepping into the dimly lit chamber. Two of his men stood guard on either side of a figure tied to a metal chair in the center of the room. The capti
Kendra smirked at first, then let out a bitter chuckle. “How did he even know that's my favourite car?” She asked no one but herself, her voice low and she sounded annoyed. She squeezed the card tightly in her hand, almost crushing it. “This man has to learn that I'm not interested in him. Why would he send a car? Does he think this will change anything?” She took the flower bouquet from the driver and the car key as well, feeling a mix of anger and confusion. “Did you inspect the car?” She asked suspiciously. “Yes Ma'am, it's safe,” the driver replied right away. “Get an escort quickly for me,” she ordered, and the driver nodded before walking off to arrange one of the other cars in the park. Kendra entered the new car, shutting the door with a bit more force than necessary. She started the engine, listening to it purr smoothly. It was a nice car, she had to admit, but that didn't make her any happier about who sent it. She drove straight to Knox’s mansion, with her
Kendra was dressed in a pencil red skirt suit. She stood in front of the big mirror in her luxurious bedroom, straightening her tie carefully while staring at her own reflection. The suit hugged her figure perfectly, making her look powerful and elegant at the same time. “I can't believe I'm this beautiful,” she murmured to herself, touching her hair gently, running her fingers through the smooth strands. She turned her head from side to side, admiring how the light caught her features. It felt good to see herself like this, confident and put together. When she was still married to Richard, things were so different. She barely dressed up as this beautiful. Most days it was just simple gowns or sometimes she wouldn't even bother dressing up properly because she wasn't going anywhere special. Life back then felt like it was on pause, trapped in that marriage with no real excitement. But now, everything has changed. She was free, living in this big mansion on her island,
[Harrington’s Mansion – Next Morning] Sunlight poured through the tall dining room windows, warming the long oak table where the Harrington family sat for breakfast. The smell of fresh coffee, toast, and eggs filled the air. Knox sat at one end, looking a little rough around the edges after another sleepless night. Across from him, his parents watched with quiet, knowing smiles. Little Liam, perched in his chair with his legs swinging, suddenly beamed at his father. “I love you, Daddy.” Knox’s expression softened instantly. He reached over and ruffled the boy’s dark hair. “Daddy loves you too, buddy. More than anything.” Mrs. Harrington exchanged a warm glance with her husband. They couldn’t stop watching the pair—Knox pulling Liam onto his lap, cutting up the last of the pancakes, and helping him take careful sips of water. It was rare to see their son like this: gentle, present, completely wrapped up in his little boy.“You both remind me of Knox’s childhood.” Mrs Harringt
Richard’s hand hung frozen in the air, inches from Freya’s face. His palm trembled with the force of everything he was holding back. For one terrifying second, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Freya stared at him, her eyes wide and glistening. Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. Then, quietly, and brokenly, she whispered, “Go on then. Do it, hit me.” The words hit Richard like ice water. His eyes cleared just enough for horror to flood in. He jerked his hand back as if burned, lowering it to his side and clenching it into a tight fist. He stumbled backward a step, breathing hard. He has never raised his hand to hit a woman no matter how provoking the situation is. “Fuck… Freya, I...” His voice cracked. “I wasn’t going to… Christ, I don’t know what the hell just happened.” Freya didn’t move. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, as if trying to hold her own pieces together. A single tear slipped down her cheek, but she quickly wiped
Richard's hand froze where it rested on Freya's waist and Freya pulled away from the kiss. Freya's face drained of color when she saw Kendra, she stood up from his laps and Richard immediately stood from his chair. "Kendra—" Kendra simply stared at both of them, the sight before her should have
Richard grabbed Kendra's wrist and pulled her into the bedroom.She stumbled forward from the force of it, catching herself before she could fall and the door slammed shut behind them."What was that out there?" Richard demanded, his voice sharp with anger. "What kind of stunt were you trying to pu
The moment Richard realized how tightly he was gripping her wrist, his expression changed. His fingers loosened immediately. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice softening. "I'm sorry. I was worried. You left the mansion without telling anyone." Kendra stared at him. The concern in his eyes
In the third year of her marriage, Kendra Thompson discovered that her husband was cheating on her. Not only that, she found out he was cheating on her with her best friend. The woman she trusted more than anyone. The woman who had stood beside her on her wedding day, smiling and holding her bouq







