“Who did this to you, Mr McDowell?” Detective Cortez asked, as he stood at the doorway of the private hospital suite, hands deep into his pockets, while his eyes remained on the man on the bed.Richard looked up from the screen of his laptop and frowned, not expecting any visitors for almost a few hours. Didn’t doctors assure him that they wouldn’t let anyone in, especially when he was trying very hard to keep his condition under wraps?He was already embarrassed enough to know that Simon had managed to beat him to a pulp, he didn’t need any more reminders of the fact that Simon Walsh wasn’t someone he could dare to mess with. That man was dangerous and not easy to be scared.Of course, that did nothing to deter him from wanting Elena back in his life. She might hate him now, but once she learned what Simon Walsh had done in his life, and what worse he was capable of, he was assured that she would come back to him, sorry for leaving him and not believing him in the first place.He sig
“Madam, the board meeting is about to start in five,” Betty Adams reminded Elena once again, as she stood at her office door, looking more impatient than Elena herself.Elena looked up from the papers strewed about on her desk and nodded. “Yes, of course. Let’s go.” She said and moved away from the papers that had eaten most of her previous day and this morning. It was finally that time of the year when she had to inform the board members about her decision and the future of her business.“Do you have everything ready? She asked Betty Adams, as she reached for her blazer hanging on the chair and slipped into it. “Did you give everyone their copies?”Betty Adams nodded, walking along beside her, her strides brisk as they entered the elevator and rode to the top floor where the conference room was.“I made sure they all had copies,” she said, flipping through the pages in the binder in her arms, as Elena gave her a curious look, “and I gave everyone some time to look at the reports befo
The interrogation went on for hours.But not once, Elena opened her mouth to say anything. If there was anything to say, her lawyer took care of it. He was smart, direct and pulled on punches.No doubt he worked for Simon, as far as she could tell and had known the man for whatever duration they spent together, the cunning businessman did not compromise with his intelligence or skills. He knew people and he knew what he wanted, and it seemed that the man hired for her also shared his intelligence as well.There wasn’t a single thing the detective said or questioned her about, that she was not aware of, that he was able to trap her in or put her in an embarrassing spot. She was not rattled. Not even close.The whole time she sat there, she wondered what led him to think she could be behind Cecelia’s murder. The only theory the detective had given so far was the same old story about her beef with the dead actress. It wasn’t news to her that he had no proof to link her to the murder, but
After dropping Elena to her room and making sure she had everything she needed so she could rest for a few hours, Simon came downstairs and went straight to her study. Before going to bed, he asked her if he could use it for a while, that he needed to take care of some of his business matters while she slept. Elena had not hesitated. She had asked her butler to lead Simon to the study without a second thought. God, it hurt so much to see her so worried, strained and so damn troubled. If only he could take all her troubles away and give her the peace she desperately needed. But he could not. Not right now. And not because he did not want to—or did not have the strong desire to help her out—but because the men he depended on and paid millions to keep him one step ahead of everyone and everything had started to disappoint him gravely. “Cecelia McDowell is dead,” the words came out of his mouth as if he was chewing on rocks, as if he couldn’t swallow, as if he wanted to punch the hell
All hell broke loose for Richard when he heard of Cece’s death. For a minute, he almost refused to believe it. He thought that maybe, just maybe, there was some kind of misunderstanding. Because the last time he checked, his step-sister was missing not dead. But she was, and that made no sense at all. Fuck. “Richard,” his father sounded as if he was talking from under the water. He could barely understand what the older man was saying, but he made no move to tell him so because interrupting him now felt not only rude but also cruel. No matter how their family dynamics were to the outside world, there was no lie in the fact that his father adored his stepdaughter, so much so that he often put her before everything else. Richard always thought his father did that to appease Melinda, his second wife, but he could have been wrong. “Dad, I’ll be home as soon as possible. Please take care of yourself and mom.” Richard disconnected the call and put the phone aside, finally able to hear
Nina sat in the living room, letting the mild scent of freshly brewed coffee wash over her, right before one of the servants put the cup down on the glass table. Briefly, she tore her gaze from the magazine on her lap and thanked the man with a nod of her head. Once the servant left, she turned to face her younger son, having summoned him for something she needed to talk about. “Ben said you paid a visit to Simon,” she said to her son, not exactly a question but a statement, as if letting him know there was no point in lying or denying or ignoring even. It was better to come clean, instead of wasting both of their time. “Would you like to talk about it?” Derek rolled his eyes, not at his mother, but more at the question itself. “There’s nothing to talk about it.” He grunted. “Are you sure?” her question was almost instant, as if she was already prepared for his pointless attempt to brush her off. “Because the last time I checked, you weren’t a huge fan of Simon. Even the sight of
Elena looked out the window of the car and swallowed lightly, suddenly awfully nervous.“You don’t have to go, Elena, if you don’t wish to. Take rest, be with Caleb, it would help take your mind off things.”Elena knew Simon was right. But she also knew the moment she was in her house all by herself, she wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about what had happened at the police station, about all those questions that the detective threw at her, and all those implications. She wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it at all.And she needed to stop thinking about it.If she was to have any hope of keeping a sane head about herself, then she needed to keep busy, and do something to keep her thoughts and emotions at bay.“I can’t,” she said with a sigh, as if to herself and not to him. “I sent him to school and it’s just, I don’t want him to see me like this.” She brushed her hand across her forehead and took in a deep breath. “It’s better this way. He wouldn’t even realize I was here the
Cortez woke up with a groan, warm rays too harsh on his face, the soft touch on his lips almost feeling like a dream, his brain foggy with the last dredges of sleep still hanging around him like a soft mist, clouding his thoughts and senses. It was the touch of that hand on his lips again, followed by a soft brush of fingers through his hair that he slowly woke up from the deep slumber, and felt the first hints of reality slip in, and a soft smile make its way to his lips. The sun was warm, the air in the room chilly and fresh, the light breeze of the air-conditioner brushing against the skin that was bare, and that touch… “Finally,” he heard the voice that had become way too familiar in the last few hours. “I thought I might have to give up, you were so peaceful like that, sleeping. It was almost a shame to wake you up.” Cortez almost chuckled but stopped himself just in time as he finally opened his eyes and faced Danika. His sharp gaze instantly took in what she was wearing, or