LOGIN~SHARON
Goosebumps ran all over me. How could I give my body to the person who hurt me? “I’m not in the mood,” I mumbled, and he punched me right on the head.I fell on the bed, my skull filled with aches. I tried to get my strength back, but he was still trying to force himself on me. Suddenly, I felt like I was in some battle.
Something inside me snapped, and without thinking, I pushed him hard to the floor and ran out of the room.
He didn’t give up and chased after me. I knew I was done for if he caught me, so I had no choice but to run from the whole house. I didn’t stop until I was in the middle of nowhere.
I stopped to catch my breath, knowing he wasn’t around, and tears ran down my face. “I really can’t do this anymore,” I cried, holding my head where he had punched me.
“How could a man who once said he loved me try to hurt me like this?” I thought, when a massive headache hit me. I couldn’t think straight. That punch on my head seemed to be messing me up. I looked at the road and tried to figure out where I was, but I couldn’t. My eyes were closing, and I was losing it. Cars were going past, but I didn’t think anyone could even see me.
I tried to walk further, but I couldn’t, and right there, I had no choice but to give in and pass out.
The next morning, I opened my eyes, and all I could see was white. I frowned. At first, I thought I was in heaven, but then I smelled that hospital smell.I rolled my eyes and tried not to breathe too much. I was in a hospital!
And then I remembered that James would rather die than take me to a hospital, and I started to panic again. I tried to get up, but two strong hands held me down, and that’s when I saw I wasn’t alone. I looked beside me, and there was a man in a suit, looking like a god.
I froze.
Looking into his eyes, I couldn’t help but gasp. I’ve seen a lot of good-looking guys, but this one was something else. He was calm and didn’t seem to care. “Who are you, and what am I doing here?” I asked, my voice all rough.
“Good morning to you too. The nurse will check you out, and then I’m taking you home,” he said, talking to me like he knew me.
I couldn’t help but wonder if he knew me as a singer or just as a woman, and I couldn’t say anything.
“Please take me home,” I finally said, and then the door opened, and a nurse came in to check me over.
“She’s better and needs to go home, but make sure she rests, sir,” the nurse said to him and then left.
“We can go now, but here. You might need it,” he said, holding out a card, and I looked at it and then at him.
He didn’t seem to want me to say no, so I grabbed it and hid it in my bra.
He took me out, and we went to his car. The second I got in, my heart was racing. I was scared that I would lose everything if James saw me getting out of another man’s car. “What’s your address, ma’am?” The driver asked, and I gave him an address a bit away from James’s house.
The drive was tense. I couldn’t look at the man beside me, and after a bit, he turned to look at me. “I’m Xavier. What’s your name?” He asked, and I shivered. “Sharon Miles?” He asked again, and I felt like my heart was going to jump out.
How did he know that?
Was he a fan?
“But I’m not famous anymore. I’m just a shadow,” I said to myself and looked at him, but he was already looking at me.
I felt so awkward and just hoped we got there soon. “Thank you!” I mumbled and got out. I had to watch the car drive away before I started running back to James’s house, and when I got there, I felt sick. I had to go in again.
The second I walked through the door, I saw him sitting on the sofa. I stopped breathing for a second. “James, I’m sorry about last night. I was just scared, please forgive me,” I said, dropping to my knees and begging.
PAK!
I found myself on the floor.
He just hit me again, and I cried. “I said I’m sorry!”
PAK!
He did it again, and I just went quiet.
“Whose house did you sleep at? You dared to give another man something that you wouldn’t give to me?” He said, and I shook my head.
“I swear I would never do that to you. We said we would wait until we got married, James. I don’t mind going to get married right now, if that’s what you want. I just hope that we can be better for each other, please,” I kept begging, and he came closer to me again; this time, his hands were in my underwear. He was trying to touch me.
~SHARONI woke before sunrise.For a few seconds, I did not know where I was. The room was quiet, the sheets beneath me were soft, and the curtains moved gently as the morning breeze slipped through the half-open window. Then memory returned.James.The messages.The articles.The file Xavier refused to let me see.I slowly sat up and wrapped my arms around my knees. Sleep had come in pieces, broken by dreams I could barely remember. All I knew was that I felt exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with rest.My eyes drifted toward the bedside table where the new phone Xavier had given me rested silently.No messages.No threats.No unknown numbers.For the first time in days, I did not wake to James forcing his way into my morning.That alone felt strange.I remained there for another minute before deciding I could not stay inside the bedroom all day. Xavier had been right about one thing. If I allowed fear to decide where I could stand, then James would continue controlling me wi
~XAVIERThe moment Sharon left the sitting room, I opened the file again.Joe remained near the door, silent as always, but I could feel his attention fixed on me. He had already read enough of the report to understand why it mattered. The problem was that I understood it too well.Inside the file were copies of payment trails, contract transfers, and hidden ownership records connected to James Wick’s label over the past three years. Most of it looked clean at first glance. James had always been careful with appearances. But underneath the polished surface, patterns were beginning to show.And Sharon’s name was buried inside too many of them.“She does not know any of this yet?” I asked.Joe shook his head. “No, sir.”I looked down at the pages again.Three songs credited to different artists. Two unreleased demo recordings transferred through a shell company. Royalty payments redirected through false production accounts. It was all fragmented enough to avoid attention unless someone
~SHARONAfter Xavier said those words, the room grew quiet again, but it no longer felt like the kind of silence that pressed against my chest. This one felt steadier. The fear James had stirred in me was still there, but it was no longer the only thing in the room with me.I looked down at the new phone Joe had brought and then back at Xavier. “You move very fast,” I said.“It helps to have the right people around me,” he replied.The answer was simple, but it made me think of how different his world was from James’s. James ruled through fear, noise, and control. Xavier did not need any of that. He only had to give one quiet instruction, and people moved.I lowered my eyes to the cup in my hands and took another sip. It settled warmly in my stomach, and for the first time that day, I felt something close to calm.Xavier leaned back slightly in his seat and watched me in that same quiet way of his. He did not ask whether I was all right because both of us already knew I was not. Inste
~SHARONMy fingers tightened around the phone until they hurt.You can block the others, Sharon, but hunger always brings you home.For a second, I could not breathe. The room seemed to shrink around me, and every ugly memory attached to James’s voice came rushing back. He did not need to stand in front of me to make my body remember fear. He only needed a screen, a few words, and the confidence that I still belonged to him in some broken way.Xavier took one look at my face and knew something had changed.“What is it?” he asked.I did not answer immediately. I simply held the phone out to him because I did not trust my voice. He took it, read the message once, and lifted his eyes back to mine. His expression changed quietly, like a door shutting somewhere deep behind his face.“He’s using other numbers now,” I said at last.“Yes,” Xavier replied.“He keeps finding me,” I whispered. “Even here.”Xavier set the phone aside. “He is finding your number, not you.”“That does not feel very
~SHARONAfter leaving Xavier’s study, I went upstairs with my head full of noise.The articles, the lies, the comments, and Sia’s warning about my songs all seemed to press against me at once. I closed the bedroom door behind me and stood there for a moment, trying to steady myself. The room was quiet, but the quiet no longer soothed me the way I wished it would. My mind kept replaying everything I had read downstairs. Gold digger. Washed-up singer. Trouble. The words had been written by strangers, yet they had found the exact places in me that were still sore.I crossed the room slowly and sat on the edge of the bed.It had only been a short time since I left James’s house, yet it felt as though the world had already begun pulling at me from all sides. James wanted me afraid. The press wanted me exposed. Strangers wanted a story they could twist into entertainment. Even my own past was starting to rise up in ways I had not expected.For a while, I simply sat there with my hands folde
~SHARONAfter the call ended, I remained seated on the edge of the bed with the phone still pressed against my ear, even though the line had already gone dead.Those words would not stop circling in my head. I had always known James had taken something from me. He had taken my confidence, my peace, my freedom, and the part of me that still believed life could be kind. But hearing Sia say he might have stolen my songs too made the damage feel larger. It meant the loss had not only been emotional. It had been deliberate, planned, and profitable.I lowered the phone slowly and stared at the floor. This was James, the same man who smiled when I cried and locked me away while calling it love. Still, the thought struck me differently because music had once been the only place where I felt most like myself. Even after I stopped singing in public, I kept writing. I told myself it was enough to pour everything into words and melodies and let the world hear them through someone else if I had to
~SHARONAfter Xavier left the room, I remained standing in the same spot for a long while, still holding the marriage certificate in my hand as though it might disappear if I loosened my grip.The room was quiet, but my mind would not rest. Everything had happened so fast that I still felt as thoug
~SHARON“Where are you?” Xavier’s voice was laced with a concern that made my heart flutter. It was as if he genuinely needed me. I told him my location, and within what felt like a heartbeat, a Rolls Royce purred to a stop in front of me. The window glided down, revealing his face. “Come,” he simp
~SHARONI pushed back a bit, and he grinned like a devil. “Is this how you want to get married? You’ll never be a wife,” he spat, grabbing my arm hard.I looked up at him, stumbling, wondering what he was going to do. He dragged me to my room and threw me to the floor, took out all the keys that co
~SHARON “Good! A pathetic soul like you should just do as they’re told.” He spat, and the second he let go, I fell to the floor, gasping for air.He turned to leave, and that’s when I blurted it out. “I can’t do this anymore. I want out. Give me what you owe me, and you’ll never see me again.”He







