MasukYour PriceIN an apartment at the outskirts of the city, the room was filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol. Marcus sat on the couch in yesterday's clothes, a cigarette burning between his fingers, a woman he didn't remember inviting asleep on the other end of the cushions. The television was on, but he wasn't watching it. He was just smoking and thinking about Elara.His phone buzzed, distracting him from his thoughts about how she was actively destroying him.He looked at the screen on his phone and saw a message from a number he didn't recognize. The ID had no name, just strings of numbers. At first, he was going to ignore the message, thinking it was the police calling for further investigation. But when his eyes scanned the message on his screen, he quickly snatched the phone from the bed.*All dealings terminated. Assets withdrawn by end of week. Consider yourself fortunate we aren't taking further action.*Marcus stared at the message and his hands started shaking. No. Th
Chapter 128In His OfficeEAMON was reviewing the files of his company, while waiting impatiently for his personal investigator to bring him news of whatever Elena was doing, when the intercom buzzed and his assistant's line was heard over the speaker."Mr. Valerius, there are visitors for you. They are insistent but your schedule says you have no appointment with them.""Who?""They said to tell you it's about the Luxembourg account."Eamon's hand stopped moving as his blood ran cold. That term was only used when the Krix organization were about to do something really dangerous, and Eamon's mind could only fly to one person. Elena. He took out his phone immediately and texted his security team and Dr. Karen to make sure that Elena was protected at all cost, and when he was certain that they had all gotten the message, he responded to his assistant to let them in.*The door opened. Vera walked in first, composed, immaculate, the same sharp smile she always wore. Behind her came a man
A Bargain.TIARA arrived at exactly ten in the morning, and Elena couldn't help the easily smile that slid over over her face. Elena watched her through the glass door before buzzing her in. She looked worse than she had at the mall. Thinner and paler, in a way that even sleep could not fix."Hey..." She began softly, "Please, sit and make yourself comfortable."Tiara sat with her hands were folded in her lap. Her eyes kept moving around the office towards the window, the bookshelf, the photograph of Evan on the desk."I'm not going to hurt you," Elena noted her uneasiness."I know.""Do you?"Tiara looked at her. "You could have destroyed me months ago if you wanted to, but you didn't.""I was busy." Elena shrugged. "Divorce proceedings, custody cases, and work. I've had a lot on my plate.""And how about now when you're the CEO of this big company?" Tiara's voice was quiet. "I know you, Elena. I grew up with you. You don't do anything without a reason."Elena leaned back in her cha
EmptyTHE shop was empty again for the third time this week, and it was just Wednesday. All the hope she thought she had to pay the landlord by the end of the week were dashed. Women walked past the shop day by day... Young women with money, time, and hair that needed to be made, but none of them paused in front of her shop. Even her faithful customers turned up their nose before walking past her shop, as if she'd done.Three days now and not a single customer.She pressed her hand to her stomach. The bump was small still, easy to hide, but she felt it every morning. The nausea. The weight. The thing growing inside her that Marcus had called a problem."Get rid of it," he had said. "We can't afford a baby right now."But he could afford the car, the apartment, the nights out that she wasn't invited to anymore. Her phone sat on the counter. There were no messages, no calls, and even her mother had stopped answering two weeks ago."You slept with your cousin's husband," her mother had s
The OfficeELENA was in her office when they arrived without an appointment on a Thursday afternoon. Her eyebrows pulled together in a frown when she saw their names, and she felt an inexplicable anger filing her chest.Her assistant's message was still lighting up her screen:*There are two people in reception, they say they know you, I told them to wait but they're...*She didn't finish reading the message when the door opened.Clinton Brooks came in first, in the suit he reserved for occasions he wanted to communicate authority. Martha was a step behind him, wearing the expression Elena recognized from holiday dinners, like she had already made up her mind on how this conversation would go even if the other person didn't agree with her.Elena set her pen down and did not stand. She was not going to give them the benefit of making her look small and doubt herself. She had met these two people eleven times in eight years of marriage. She had watched them watch Marcus charm rooms. She
The filesELENA was cooped up in Eamon's house after she was discharged from the hospital because he wanted to monitor her health himself and make sure she wasn't stressing herself out. He even took out the liberty to have Karen visit her in the house just so he could explain why she couldn't start work immediately.Dr. Karen had understood and promised to get her a new assistant who would take care of things while Elena was away, and also give her updates on the current project they were working on."That's okay. You can ask Michelle in the meantime to fill in that position."Dr. Karen's expression changed slightly before she shook her head."Michelle resigned," Karen said tiredly.Elena leaned back into the sofa with a frown etched on her face. "When?""This morning. She walked into HR at eight and handed over her badge. She didn't give any concrete reason, but the letter said she was pursuing other opportunities." "Other opportunities meaning?""I investigated, and it turns out sh
Stealing Things ELENA went to work the next day with a fresh smile on her face for the first time in a really long while. It seemed like most of her problems had already been half solved."Hello Martha... Hi Clinton..." She waved at them as she skipped towards her office.She didn't care about the
A Can Of Worms."YOU can't trust her, Eamon. Vera knows she's been talking to you. Marcus knows that too." Elena tried to warn him as he pulled away from her and began walking towards the door in hurried but measured steps.Elena stood there feeling vulnerable, like she had just opened a part of he
Gentle EncouragementTHE soft golden light of early evening filtered through the curtains when Evan stirred. He yawned, stretching his small arms above his head before swinging his legs off the bed.“Mom?” he called softly as he padded toward the kitchen.Elena was there, stirring a pot gently on t
Shadows and LightMARCUS’S laughter echoed in the dimly lit gambling lounge, clinking glasses and the roar of slot machines forming a chaotic symphony around him. Cigarette smoke curled lazily toward the low ceiling, and the scent of cheap whiskey filled the room. He leaned back in his chair, swirl







