LOGINTHE LIES
~TARA’S POV~ A week has gone by since I woke up, and I'm now finally discharged after my laboratory tests showed positive results. Lea stayed by my side, telling me stories of the past, helping me recover the memories I lost. She told me about the mansion where we lived, the chores I did daily, and the life I spent with her family. I believed everything she said, because what else I coul do? Lea said I’m an orphan and that’s why she’s treating me like her real sister, thinking of me as her family. She’s kind and sweet, though I couldn’t help but notice some things about her that makes me wonder if it’s truly okay to trust her words. But Lea didn’t abandon me all this time and even paid for my hospital bills. How heartless I’ll be if I doubt the only person who treats me kindly despite losing my memories about her? As we leave the hospital, I wonder how my life will be from now on. With stories that Lea told me, I figured out my role in the mansion. However, I know it won't be easy. As a maid, Lea told me that I've been doing chores in the Jackson mansion for years, but looking at my hands, I don't think I've done any rough jobs. When I asked her about it, she said that's only because she gave me expensive hand creams so the chores won't ruin my palms. There's also something else that bothers me. Every night sicne I woke up from a coma, I keep seeing a man in my dream, though his face is blurry, I hear him calling me by my name. He whispered my name sweetly… his gentle and loving voice filling my ears. I would talk about it to Lea in the mornng and ask if I have a lover, she simply said no. Lea sounded so certain when she said I don't have a lover, if so, the man in my dreams may be someone I was in a relationship with that Lea didn't know about. That man… I'm not sure but maybe I can recognize his face when I see him in person. Well, I hope that whoever that man was, he's someone who cares for me. “We're here!” Lea exclaims as we step out of the car. Her cheerful voice pulled me back to reality. I look up, take a deep breath, and stare at the mansion in front of us. I should feel at awe, staring at the grand mansion where I'll be staying, but instead… I feel so small. Lea said it's okay for me to live here and continue doing chores like I used to, and I thought that would be helpful for me to recover my lost memories. “How is it? This is your home, Tara. Welcome back!” Lea guides me through the mansion. Her hand gently holds me as she walks by my side. “This is also where you'll be working,” she continues, gesturing to the kitchen. “The staff will show you what to do. So, don't hesitate to ask if you don't know something. I already told them about your condition, so they will help you with anything you need.” I nod my head and smile back at her. “Thank you, M-Madam.” These past few days, I thought I had gotten used to calling Lea as Madam… But I can't ignore feeling awkward when doing it…. It's like something's not right when I do it. “Good. Alex wants everything clean and organized. Make sure you do your job properly. Make everything spotless, do you understand?” She smiles again, though it doesn't reach her eyes. “Yes, madam. I understand,” I reply as I nod. “Good,” Lea grins at me. “Alexander, my husband will love to see you working hard for us again.” “Y-Yes. I'll try my best.” I haven't seen this Alexander after the accident, yet it stirs something inside me. Whenever Lea talks about him, calling Alexander her husband… I feel an ache in my heart… a longing and pain I can't describe in words. I want to protest whenever she speaks of Alexander and how great a husband he is to her, but my tongue feels heavy and my mind becomes a mess. Who am I even to him…for me to react this way? I had no proof or memory to fight her with even if I know there's something going on that I didn't know about. So, I just nod when I need to, pretending that I have no qualms about everything even if it didn't sit right with me, and swallowing the unease that claws at me. I won't say or do anything without knowing the truth first. After all, Lea has been very good to me aside from her unusual behavior sometimes. ********** “Good! Very good, Tara,” Lea praises, clasping her hands together. “You finally made the floor sparkly clean!” “Thank you, Madam,” I replied quietly. It's been days since I started working from dawn to night, learning the chores in the mansion. I find it hard to get used at first, which seemed strange for someone who should have gotten used to chores. When Lea said I was a maid, I assumed I would be able to do the chores with ease. But that wasn’t the case for me. It doesn't make sense that I couldn't remember… Well, my mind may have forgotten it, but my body should have known. Yet, everything felt strange and unfamiliar when I first started doing the chores in the mansion. Meanwhile, Lea continues doing what she likes in the mansion, acting like a queen and getting spoiled by Alexander. I always feel a pang in my chest whenever I see them together, and Alexander has that cold gaze when looking at me, making me wonder why he seemed angry. “Go back to work. Stop dawdling,” Alexander mutters, pulling his gaze off me. Lea sighs and hugs his arm. “Don’t be too hard on her, Alex. Tara is doing her best,” she says, glancing and smiling at me. I couldn't look at her so I bowed my head and excused myself after that.The Adrenaline Crash~Alexander's POV~I lie perfectly still on my side of the bed, my back turned to Lea, staring into the dark.I listen to the beat of her breathing. I wait until it finally deepens and evens out, signaling that she has fallen into a restless, alcohol-induced sleep.The second I am sure she is out, I silently slide out from under the silk sheets.My bare feet make no sound against the hardwood floor as I step into the hallway. I am wearing nothing but a pair of gray sleep pants and a dark t-shirt I threw on after the shower. My hair is still wet, dripping cold water down the back of my neck. I walk straight down the hall to my study, locking the door behind me.I walk over to my desk, pull my encrypted burner phone from the locked drawer, and dial Collins Reid."Alexander," Collins answers on the first ring. He doesn't sound calm. He sounds scared and out of breath."Have you figured out what Tara is planning?" I demand, pouring myself a glass of scotch in the dar
The Loose End~Lea's POV~The bathroom door is shut, but I can hear the strong sound of the shower running.I sit on the edge of the big, special bed, looking at my nicely done nails. Alexander has been in the shower for twenty minutes.He barely spoke a word to me when he came to bed.The gap between us is getting wider, and trying to act like everything is okay is wearing me down. It's starting to drive me a little crazy.A loud buzzing noise shakes my bedside table. I jump, my heart leaping into my throat.It's the secret phone hidden in the drawer. Only one person knows this number.I pull the drawer open, snatch the phone, and accept the call."Where the hell have you been?!" I hiss, keeping my voice to a disturbed whisper, my eyes glancing toward the bathroom door. "You missed three radio checks yesterday! I have been terrified that Alexander—""Shut your mouth, you stupid, arrogant bitch."The voice on the other end stops the breath in my lungs.It's Victor. But he doesn't so
The Ghost in the Wind~Tara's POV~The burner phone vibrates under my bed at 3:17 AM.I bolt upright in the dark, my heart slamming against my ribs. I pull the phone out, the harsh backlight blinding my sleep-deprived eyes. It's Daniel."Is it done?" I whisper into the receiver, my voice shaking with tiredness and expectation. "Is he in federal custody?""Tara," Daniel says. His voice is tight, breathless, and laced with absolute panic. "He's gone."The air leaves my lungs. The dark walls of my basement cell feel like they are shrinking inward."What do you mean, he's gone?" I choke out. "James had a gun to his head!""He had a hidden blade in his boot," Daniel explains, the panic clear over the line. "When James was transferring him from the service elevator to the extraction car, Victor cut the zip-ties. He overpowered James. He got away, Tara. He ghosted into the city. I'm so sorry."A wave of pure, freezing fear washes over my entire body."Tara, listen to me," Daniel urges. "We
Daniel's Patience~Daniel's POV~I have been in love with Tara Smith since we were fifteen years old.It is a pathetic, tolerating truth. When my family moved away sophomore year, I tried to forget her. I went to college. I dated other women. I built a private investigation firm from the ground up and convinced myself that the bright, smiling girl with the hazel eyes was just a childhood crush. A ghost from a simpler time.Then, she called my office from a payphone, and my heart literally stopped beating.She was alive. She had been suffering in ways I couldn't even stomach, and she needed my help.I told myself I would just be a professional. I would hack the accounts, trace the money, and be the shield she needed to survive. I promised myself I would keep my feelings completely separate.But watching her now—brilliant, fierce, and completely consumed by a cold, reasoning need for revenge—I am hopelessly lost all over again.The problem is, she doesn't see me. Not really. She
The Missing Dog~Tara's POV~I walk down the grand staircase, the door of the bridal suite locked safely behind me with James and a bound Victor inside.I reach the marble floor of the foyer. The reception is in full swing behind doors.Before my hand can even touch the brass handle to re-enter the party, hurried footsteps echo down the corridor.Alexander is practically running toward me from the direction of his study. He isn't wearing his tuxedo jacket. His bowtie is ripped loose, hanging around his neck. His face is pale, his chest heaving, and his blue eyes are wide with pure, unfiltered terror. He expected to find my dead body. He expected to see Victor standing over me.Instead, he skids to a halt, staring at me perfectly unharmed in my gray uniform.Alexander doesn't say a word. He doesn't ask what happened.He lunges forward and crushes me against his chest. His arms wrap around me like steel bands, pulling me so tight the air leaves my lungs. He buries his face in the croo
The Confession~Tara's POV~"The last time anyone saw Victor," Alice says, her eyes narrowing into cold, deadly slits, "he was walking right behind you."I look down at the crystal glass in the sink, forcing my hands to tremble just a bit. I let my shoulders slump, dropping perfectly back into the role of the broken, foggy maid."He... he was," I stammer, my voice hesitating with fake fear. "He followed me into the hallway. He yelled at me for walking too slowly. He said I was in the way of the photographers.""And then?" Alice snaps, stepping closer."And then he told me to get out of his sight," I whisper, looking up at her with wide, terrified eyes. "He walked toward the service exit. I swear, Alice. I came straight back here. Did... did I do something wrong?"Alice stares at me, searching my face for a lie. But my disguise is flawless. I am a masterclass in submission."Useless," Alice mutters, rolling her eyes in disgust. She turns away, pulling a small radio from her belt. "Peri
The Hollow Crown~Lea's POV~The doors of the master bedroom click shut, sealing me inside a quiet, suffocating luxury.I stand in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror, staring at the woman looking back at me. I am draped in a custom Vera Wang gown that costs more than most people make in a
The Warden and the Ghost~Tara's POV~The rules changed overnight.I am no longer allowed in the dining room. I am banned from the second floor. My entire existence has been confined to the basement, the laundry room, and the servants' corridors. Lea's paranoia has locked the house down like a max
REALITY AND DREAMS~TARA’S POV~It’s already 11 in the evening when I finish cleaning the kitchen floor and counter. I’m heading to the servant quarters when I saw Lea quietly sneaking into the master bedroom. My eyebrows furrow, wondering why she’s acting suspiciously.Curiosity got the best of me
THE CRASHTARA’S POVThe world turned upside down. The sound of the metal shrieking in the background and the cabin lights flickering made the atmosphere even more terrifying. As seconds passed by, the plane lurched down. My fingers dug into the armrest, uttering a silent prayer as the storm swallo







