登入Rose After my call with Lawrence, I spent the rest of the night trying to find the mistake until exhaustion finally won.The next morning, I got a call from Fray.I was already preparing to leave to go sort some things out. The same ritual I as I always do for over a decade now. The same ritual that had never felt like anything other than control.His name kept popping up on my screen. I ignored it at first but got fed up when it wouldn't stop ringing. I picked the phone up and answered."Rose." His voice had a trail of urgency in it.As much as I hated it, I couldn't stop myself from sounding my best. "Fray. I missed your call.""You did."The pause was barely audible. Half a second later, his tone was low, but regardless, I heard him."Of course, Rose. You can count on me as always.""I know I can." My response was firm. But he just called to say this?I ended the call and went on about whatever I was initially working on. Still wondering why he called just to affirm that.Fray had
Rose I made it to the car before anything showed on my face. I opened the car, and the door slammed hard, almost shaking the car. I sat very still in the back seat. My right hand was shaking. I pressed it flat against my thigh. She had walked in and played an audio recording and watched my face, and I had given her one second of the mask dropping. One second. That's all she'd stolen from me. One second was enough to smell blood. My jaw was tight. My teeth were grinding. I forced them apart. Forced myself to breathe. My head was filled with options. Who the heck was going to go on my side. I nearly screamed. And then it hit me... I picked up my phone. "Get me Lawrence." A pause on the other end. "Tell him Serena Whitmore is alive." The response came back almost immediately. "He's already aware, ma'am." There was a pause. "Then tell him I'm ready." Another pause. Then, "He'll be in touch." I ended the call. I stared at the screen. Lawrence is so close to Serena. And Ser
Serena I pressed play and let the audio fill the room. My voice wasn't clear cause it sounded like that of a broken woman. But you still could hear everything being uttered. " It's me. I need something done. Serena Whitmore. Permanently." The recording continued. Her voice filled the room, describing all that she wanted. I let it continue for a few more seconds. Then I pressed pause. The silence that followed was absolute. It was as if a curse had been placed on everyone. The air conditioner hummed. Somewhere in the building, a lift chimed. The sounds of the clock ticking were the only thing audible in the room. Rose sat perfectly still. But her face, it went pale. As white as a plain sheet. All colors had drained from her face for about three seconds before she went stone cold. Her hands moved in circles around each other. Amidst it all, I saw the tremor. The small involuntary twitch in her right hand. Fray's pen was suspended above his notepad. It was not moving.
Rose Today was the day. My hands felt cold as anxiety seeped through my veins. But regardless, I had a feeling that'd slow me down, and that alone had me move from zero to a straight ten. I arrived five minutes early. That was deliberate. It was kind of off to be the first at a negotiation if I could avoid it, but five minutes early was not first... let's say it was intentional. Already in the room before the other side, seated, settled, not caught arriving. The room was on the second floor of a law firm that was not mine and was not Serena's, a neutral space arranged through the mediation protocol, Phila's team had made a proposal. I instantly agreed to the neutral location because agreeing to it cost me nothing, and refusing it would have suggested I was not confident. I was very confident. My legal team was three people. My lead solicitor, his associate, and a barrister named Fray, whom I had retained specifically for this. Best of it all, he had a reputation for settle
SerenaThere was one person I trusted without hesitation. Mara. If she believed something would work, I didn't waste time questioning it.So when she brought me the idea, I was in before she'd even finished explaining it.The plan was simple: we would lead Rose to a table without letting her realize she was walking to one. Initially, I didn't think it'd be possible. We had been circling the problem for two weeks. The three filings were moving through their respective courts at their respective speeds. Dieter's version of the document was being prepared for formal submission. The recording was locked and timestamped and ready. We had enough for criminal charges, enough for civil judgment, enough for the kind of press that would make everything Rose had spent twelve years building impossible to maintain.But Phila had been right.If Rose understood the full scope before we took a step, she would burn everything she could reach and disappear into the parts she had prepared for exactly th
SerenaI took the nanny and Eli out for our routine fresh air. She kept him in her arms, his chubby cheeks catching the light, and just looking at him made everything else seem quieter.He was now seven months old. We sat there for an hour and more and left when the weather changed. Since I had something to deal with at the office, I brought them along.I had initially forgotten about the board meeting. It had nearly slipped my mind entirely. The mid-year review of the Hale Group International restructure had been three months in the making and required everyone present to have done a significant amount of preparatory reading, which most of them had.Eli's nanny appeared in the glass panel of the door with Eli on her hip and the apologetic expression of someone who had been told the meeting would be finished by now."Bring him in." I gestured vaguely.The room went quiet. It wasn't the silence I had expected—it was the specific kind that happens when something small and alive enters a
DamienLast night, I couldn't close my eyes.Not really. I'd drift, then jerk back awake, my mind already chewing on the same two words before I even had time to think. Victor Hale. Victor Hale. A part of me kept drawing closer to it, like a pull I didn't ask for. And my heart ached every time I me
SerenaEli was four months old and had recently found ways to entertain himself and associate with nature.I, on the other hand, was trying to figure out something.Victor had left me more than I thought I could handle. And I was still trying to figure things out to be kept in place. It left me wit
DamienI drove back from the facility with different kinds of emotions. Sadness. Confusion. Excitement. Anger and silence.Sefa sat in the passenger seat and said nothing for the first hour, which I was very grateful for. I had no idea how I was going to react or what I was going to say if he asked
DamienI was serious about finding out what was really happening. The first time I got to the hospital, they turned me away at reception. It was kind of disheartening, but I wasn't one to give up that soon.Their main reason was that visitor access required advance arrangement with the patient or t







