Sajan

“I’m only here to return this envelope.” The words sounded small against the vast marble lobby of Rothwell Holdings, yet they carried a weight no one would expect from the boy who spoke them. Leo Carter, thirteen, with sun-darkened skin, a worn t-shirt, and cracked sandals, held a crumpled brown envelope to his chest as … Read more

Captain Daniel Mercer returned to Willow Creek, the quiet Midwestern town he had always called home, after nearly eleven brutal months stationed overseas. He had imagined the relief of stepping back onto familiar soil, the scent of home wrapping around him, the weight of war finally slipping from his shoulders. Most of all, he had … Read more

When Wesley Pratt pulled his rental SUV onto Juniper Lane in Redwood Springs, Colorado, the thin mountain air pressed against his chest like memory itself. Twelve years had passed since he last drove this road, yet the street remained stubbornly the same. Weathered houses leaned into the wind, trees drooped like tired arms, and a … Read more

I came home to find the yaya wearing silk—her long, smooth legs catching the light—and in that moment, I lost myself completely. It was nearly eleven at night when I stepped out of the taxi in Quezon City, the sharp scent of alcohol clinging to every breath. The evening had gone perfectly: clients impressed, deals … Read more

Rain hammered the towering windows of Beaumont Mansion, perched at the northern edge of New Orleans, where iron gates guarded wealth and silence alike. Beyond the glass, lightning carved white scars across the sky. Inside, crystal chandeliers glowed warmly while classical music drifted through the ballroom, dulled by the storm. Silas Beaumont stood barefoot on … Read more

Chapter 1: The Woman in the Kitchen The dining room of the Victorian house on Elm Street glowed with practiced elegance. Warm light cascaded from the crystal chandelier, catching on the polished silverware, the crystal wine glasses, and the lacquered skin of the roast duck. Brad’s laughter—loud and careless—mixed with his mother’s pleased murmurs as … Read more

My name is Helen Ward, and for twenty-two years I have lived as a ghost. I exist in a windowless room in Silverwood, Michigan, surrounded by the steady hum of cooling fans and the faint bite of ozone in the air. To the people who call me, I am not a woman with a face … Read more

I was eight months pregnant when Julian Sterling threw me out of our home. The contraction hit the moment I zipped my last suitcase—sharp, blinding, sudden. I gripped the marble kitchen counter and forced myself to breathe slowly, silently, praying he wouldn’t notice. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his jaw clenched in … Read more

The Christmas Trap Chapter 1: The Empty House The interstate stretched before me like a ribbon of charcoal under the December sky. My hands drummed the steering wheel to a soft jazz carol on the radio, my eyes locked on the white lines. Six hours of driving. Six hours away from the dust and roar … Read more

The boardroom smelled of lemon polish, aged leather, and the sharp tang of unearned arrogance. Old money, yes—but mostly, resentment. At the center, a mahogany table stretched like a landing strip, lined with chairs that cost more than most families’ annual groceries. And at the head of it all sat Richard Hartwell—my father-in-law. He peered … Read more