Blake stepped away and pulled out his phone. His first call went to his assistant. “Come to Muskat Street,” he said, tone clipped. “Immediately.” Next came the tow trucks. Fifteen minutes. Both vehicles to his mechanic’s garage. Done. The police were quick — no injuries, no property damage. Blake’s voice was steady, decisive. “Driver swerved…
As Blake stepped out of the building, the sharp screech of tires yanked his attention toward the street. A small black Mazda came careening around the corner, skidding out of control. He froze, bracing as it spun, straightened, and slammed into the driver’s side of his car. Metal crunched. Glass splintered. Just like that, both…
Blake pushed open the boardroom doors at eleven o’clock sharp. Monday morning. The full group of Directors and his management team were already seated. Tension hung in the air as he stepped inside. He didn’t rush. He never rushed. Each stride was deliberate, measured, the quiet rhythm of a man who knew the room already…
Lily’s phone buzzed again, rattling against the console like an accusation. She let out a sharp breath, jaw tightening. Of course it was him. He hadn’t stopped since their fight last week—calls, texts, each one sharper than the last. She hadn’t answered any of them, only listened to each voicemail and read each text. But…
Part 1 – The Accident The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. She stepped out, heels striking the polished floor, every sound louder than it should have been. Her chest was tight, her pulse wild. Excitement. Terror. Longing. All tangled into one overwhelming rush that made it hard to breathe. The mirrored walls…