Marylin stood in her closet, searching through her clothes for a pair of pajamas. Her mind felt clearer now. Ever since she got her questions off her chest, everything seemed lighter. Her brothers were now working day and night to find the family their mistakes affected. And God, knowing her family was trying to make things right, brought her relief. At least now, she could breathe easier, knowing her family didn’t intentionally cause harm for selfish reasons.But now, she had new questions haunting her mind. Questions about Liam. Why did he tell her about the heart? Did he really mean for her to find out? And why would he?She couldn’t sleep last night, turning and rolling around in her bed as she thought of all the possibilities why Liam would expose his own family.She couldn’t make sense of it. She had to find a way to meet him, or at least speak to him. But it would have to be without her family finding out. They were furious with the Harts, and if they caught her reaching out

Today was the day Elijah would leave New York, the day he’d fly to London. His flight was set for 9 p.m., and Alfred was scheduled to pick him up shortly to take him to the airport. Elijah stood in the kitchen, leaning against the island for support. His suitcase was beside him, packed and ready to go. He looked up at the clock. 8:20 p.m. Alfred would be here soon. And yet, Eleanor wasn’t home, in fact, Eleanor was nowhere in sight. He had told her about his trip. He wasn’t even sure if she cared. Maybe she hadn’t believed him. Maybe she simply didn’t want to see him off. The thoughts were running in his mind in circles. His fingers tapped against the island top. But as the minutes passed by, an ache began to form in his chest. Was this how he would leave, without so much as a goodbye? His gaze fell to the blank piece of paper on the counter, and with a sigh, he picked up a pen. If she didn’t want to talk to him, he would leave his goodbye here, written in words she might neve

Eleanor sat frozen in place as everyone at the table turned their sharp gazes towards her, waiting for an answer. What was she supposed to say? She knew it would cause a fit.She felt like disappearing into thin air. Just then, Carlos strolled into the mansion, his hands tucked in his pocket as he passed by the dining table. While Carlos couldn’t care less about his ban from dinners, Marcus was trying his absolute best to return to their grandfather’s good side.“I said, ‘Where is Elijah?” Mr. Stone’s voice rang once more. Eleanor began to fiddle with her hands as her lips parted, she was struggling to get the words out.Carlos, who was now on the staircase, stopped in his tracks, slightly glancing over his shoulder. His voice broke the silence. “He left. He’s in London.”Carlos said flatly, continuing his climb as though he hadn’t just dropped a bomb in the middle of the room.The reaction was immediate. “What?!” Said Mr. Stone and Uncle Marcus, their shocked and angry voices overl

The next day arrived too quickly for Eleanor. She was currently in her room in the guesthouse, staring at her packed bag, which held her essentials. Her grandfather had told her yesterday to move back into the main mansion. It wasn’t a suggestion, it was an order.Eleanor zipped up the medium-sized bag. Most of her clothes were already in the main mansion, so it was unnecessary for her to pack up the ones in the guesthouse.She hung her bag on her shoulder and looked at her room one last time before turning off the light. It was weird why it felt like she was closing a chapter as she turned off the lights.She walked into the kitchen, ensuring to turn off every appliance before also turning off the light and heading into the living room.For some reason, the living room felt hard to leave. “I’m going to miss the peace of this place.” She muttered to herself, knowing she was about to return to the chaos of the main mansion.She was going to miss the guesthouse, but was it really the g

“Revenge?” Marylin asked, her voice low as she looked at both Ried and Zayden in utter confusion. She was confused, revenge… Why would Liam seek revenge against his own father?Ried nodded with a sigh as he crossed his arms against his chest. “Yes. Revenge, for his mother.”Tired words made Marylin’s brows furrow, his statement threw her off, and she turned her questioning gaze towards Zayden. Liam’s mother died when he was thirteen… What revenge could he possibly be seeking after fifteen long years?Zayden took a seat on the grey armchair. “Liam’s mother, Rosaline. She’s never had it easy in life, especially her time with James… Every day was a new kind of torture and torment, she went through both emotional and physical abuse at the hands of James.” Zayden said, his tone a bit lower as if talking about it felt heavy to him.Marylin’s heart dropped a beat, and her eyes widened. “What? Are you serious?” She whispered in disbelief. Why hasn’t she ever heard of this before… Liam has nev