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A Waiter over a Rider?
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2026-05-09 20:20:28
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[Tyler's POV]I didn't offer a greeting as I walked into my fathers study. I knew what the meeting was about immediately I got the text and I wasn't surprised when I saw Chloe already seated."Tyler," my father finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. "Take a seat.""I prefer to stand, Father. I don't plan on being here very long," I replied, leaning casually against the edge of the bookshelf, my glass perfectly balanced in my hand. "I assume this urgent family summit is regarding the sudden, tragic realization that my sister is going to have to learn how to set an alarm clock?"Chloe let out a sharp, offended gasp. "Father, do you hear him? Do you hear how he speaks to me?"Byron raised a single hand, and Chloe’s mouth instantly snapped shut. He set his cigar down on the edge of an emerald ashtray and folded his hands over his desk, his heavy gaze locking onto mine."Your sister came to me in a state of severe distress this afternoon," By
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"I am happy, baby," I reassured him softly, smoothing down his hair. "I’m very happy." "No, I mean genuinely happy," Caleb pressed, his voice taking on a surprisingly mature, stubborn edge. "You are always, always putting everyone else’s happiness before yours. You worry about me, you worry about Leena, you worry about the vineyard, and Rosa, and the company. You fix everything for everyone. But I want you to just... be happy for yourself." I stared at him, completely bewildered. I blinked, my mind spinning as I tried to calculate how a nine-year-old boy had just accurately psychoanalyzed my entire trauma response and coping mechanism. Where on earth was this coming from? "Caleb..." I started, my voice laced with genuine confusion. "Where is all of this coming from? Have you been reading my self-help books?" Caleb didn't laugh. He looked at me with an absolute, deadly serious expression. "I know Daddy makes you happy," he said simply. The name dropped into the quiet room like a
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My entire body felt as though it had been drained of every last ounce of adrenaline. I stood in front of the vanity mirror in my bedroom, running a brush through my hair with slow, mechanical strokes. The faint, bruised purple shadows of exhaustion under my eyes were impossible to ignore, but the deep, grounding sense of peace settling into my chest made them bearable. We had won. The narrative was finally ours again.I set the brush down, turned off the heavy brass vanity lamp, and pulled the sash of my silk robe tight around my waist. The king-sized bed looked like an absolute sanctuary. I reached out to pull back the heavy down comforter, ready to sink into the mattress and let the dark completely consume me.Knock, knock.I paused, my hand hovering over the duvet. The knock was incredibly soft, so light I almost thought I had imagined it over the sound of the wind."Come in," I called out softly, turning toward the door.The brass knob clicked, and the heavy oak door slowly pushed
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Carrying the soup myself wasn't necessary. I could have easily let Rosa, or had one of the kitchen staff take it over. But after the confrontation with Skye in the living room, a strange, persistent restlessness had taken hold of me. I needed to see Vivian. No matter our history, she was dying. And as I looked at the quiet apartment ahead, I realized that the least I could do as a human being was show a sliver of compassion for a woman on the brink of eternity.I pushed the heavy oak door open without knocking, the quiet chime of the entry bell echoing through the dimly lit foyer. The guest house always smelled of a sharp, medicinal undertone cutting through the familiar scent of lavender.I walked down the short hallway and paused at the doorway of the master bedroom.The curtains were drawn tight, casting the room in a soft, amber twilight. Skye was sitting on the edge of the mattress, her back curved elegantly as she held a silver spoon to her mother’s lips. Vivian sat propped up
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Skye was sitting on the edge of the velvet sofa. It was the first time I had seen her in the main house in months. Honestly, since I had returned home from the hospital, ever since I woke up from the coma, Skye had claimed she was dedicating every waking second to taking care of her mother, Vivian, in her final days over at the guest house. But I knew the truth. Deep down, she was simply terrified of looking me in the eye, and she had been avoiding me like the plague. The second she heard my footsteps, she bolted upright, her face turning pale as she grabbed her cardigan. "Sarah. I didn't think you'd be back so soon." She immediately shifted her feet, turning toward the exit. "I was just leaving." "Stay, Skye," I said, my voice quiet but carrying an unyielding weight that anchored her to the spot. I walked further into the room, tossing my handbag onto an armchair. "There’s really no use running away from me anymore." Skye stiffened, her chin lifting in a sudden, defensive moveme
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Leena’s jaw dropped slightly. She turned her head toward Norman, her massive, soulful eyes scanning his features as if she were truly seeing him for the very first time. The innocent, profound weight of a child’s gaze hit Norman like a blow. He flinched slightly, his shoulders tightening as he stared back at her, a look of profound, agonizing uneasiness washing over his face. Tyler and I exchanged a long, heavy look over the table. Tyler’s eyes carried a grim, satisfied darkness. He was watching his enemy shake under the innocent weight of the very child he had tried to exploit. "Go ahead, Norman," I urged softly, my tone dripping with a quiet, lethal sarcasm that only the adults could fully decode. "Don't be shy. You told me yourself how desperate you were to finally meet Leena. Here she is. Say hello." Norman swallowed hard, his throat clicking loudly in the quiet space. He cleared his throat twice, trying desperately to find his professional voice, but when he spoke, it was a
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