Earlier that morning...
Lola idled in the walk-in closet while everyone else was busy. Standing before one of the wardrobes, she flipped through the soft copies of Amala’s reports. Her lips curved down; it was clear she wasn’t pleased with what she had found.
Thinking about last night, she let out a deep exhale.
***
A little flashback to the night before...
"I lied to get paid, but I didn’t lie about the runaway you’re looking for! Please don’t kill me. I really am innocent!"
Lola paused, staring at the pathetic Hudson, who had his head turned and eyes squeezed shut. She studied his face, her own eyes trembling with thought.
Slowly, Hudson opened his eyes and peeked at her. "Please... please..." His whole body shuddered as his legs grew damp with his own urine. "Don’t kill me."
She didn’t move, nor did she speak. She just stared at him blankly before nodding once. A second later, a loud yell tore from his throat as she jabbed a large syringe into his leg, pushing the plunger with the heel of her palm.
"Ugh..." Hudson grunted through clenched teeth, staring down in shock. His eyes widened at the empty syringe still sticking out of his leg, then darted back up at the culprit hovering over him.
"You—what did you just do..." His words faltered as his vision blurred. He fought to keep his eyes open, but consciousness slipped from him faster than water running through his hands. Before he knew it, darkness swallowed him whole.
Meanwhile, Lola hovered motionless over him for a moment before pulling the syringe free and dropping into a chair. Resting her arms on her legs, she huffed out a breath. Slowly, she looked at him again and scoffed.
"A lie, huh?" Her sharp eyes narrowed at Hudson, bitterness and ridicule flashing across them. She tugged her face mask down, frustration plain on her face.
Thinking about Hudson and Melissa’s schemes, she felt no sympathy for either of them. Who would? One hired others to ruin what was already broken, while the other complied so long as he was paid.
For what it was worth, at least Hudson milked Melissa for more, giving Lola’s virginity and dignity some twisted form of worth.
"Damn it..." she hissed, glaring at his unconscious form. "If this were three years ago... I would’ve slit your throat."
Lola stood, eyes locked on Hudson. "And I wouldn’t feel sorry for you. You’re lucky... you didn’t meet that Lola Young."
Having said that, she snapped her brows upward, pulling something from her hoodie pocket. It was a small sticky note. Clicking her tongue, she placed it beneath the empty syringe, along with the keys to his handcuffs.
She left without another word, though not without pausing in the doorway. Her nails scraped against the jamb as she gripped it hard.
"Damn it," she breathed, forcing herself to turn away.
Each step felt heavier—not just because of what Melissa had done, or because she had nearly been ruined by five men at once. Her heart weighed on her because... she was back to the beginning.
If not Hudson, if not his goons... then who was the person who got her pregnant? When? Where? How?
Those questions returned, gnawing at her, and tonight’s efforts felt useless. They hadn’t answered the one thing that had haunted her since she first found out about her pregnancy.
****
[Back to reality]
There were so many questions Lola wanted answered, but she knew it was nearly impossible now. It had taken her years just to trace Hudson’s connection to that night—what more when all leads had already gone cold?
Where had Melissa gotten the funds to buy Hudson’s silence?


Now I’m troubled... because of him.
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