Orion

The aroma of fresh coffee and scrambled eggs filled the dining room, masking the tension that had settled in the air like an uninvited guest. I sat at the head of the table, nursing a cup of coffee that had long gone cold.

Ava was next to me, her eyes glued to her phone, her movements careful, calculated—like a queen surveying her kingdom. Across from her sat Holly, bundled up in a thick sweater despite the warmth in the room. She looked frail, but her eyes sparkled with a rare kind of strength.

Breakfast was an exercise in torture. The dining room was bathed in golden light, but the atmosphere was thick with unspoken words. Holly chatted animatedly about her time in the hospital, her voice full of an innocence that made everything feel worse.

And then there was Chloe.

She sauntered in like she owned the place, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor with each deliberate step. Her eyes met mine, a flicker of challenge dancing in their depths before she offered Ava a too-sweet smile.

“Good morning,” Chloe purred, sliding into the seat next to Holly. She reached for the coffee pot, her movements languid, almost predatory. “Hope I’m not late. I didn’t want to miss this family moment.”

Ava’s eyes narrowed just slightly, but she masked it with a polite smile. “You’re just in time.”

I could feel the storm brewing beneath the surface, and I prayed to any god that would listen that Holly wouldn’t notice. But Holly, oblivious to the silent war, beamed at Chloe.

I cleared my throat, trying to steer the conversation. “Holly, how’s the food? Anything you’ve missed?”

She beamed, her eyes lighting up. “Everything tastes better here. Hospital food is the worst.” She leaned toward Ava conspiratorially. “You have no idea how many times I dreamed of real toast. With real butter.”

Chloe leaned in, her voice saccharine. “Oh, I can imagine. Nothing like being home, right?”

Ava’s eyes narrowed. “Exactly.”

Holly, oblivious to the daggers flying across the table, kept talking. “So, Chloe, why are you living at your boss's house?”

I choked on my coffee. Ava’s eyes snapped to mine, sharp and questioning. Chloe didn’t miss a beat.

“Oh, that's... unexpected,” she purred, a sly smile playing on her lips. “A real surprise.”

Ava’s smile was like ice. “Life’s full of surprises.”

Chloe’s eyes flicked to me, then back to Ava. “Isn’t it just?”

“The truth,” Chloe continued, “is that Orion here, can't do without me…work matter of course. So he needs me close by for a project we are working on,” she finished with a sly smile, sipping her coffee with slow deliberate movements.

“It’s so nice having everyone together,” Holly said softly, her voice carrying the kind of warmth that made my chest tighten. “Orion and Ava mean so much to me I'm glad they have you around to help them.”

Chloe’s eyes glinted. “Of course!” She shot me a look that felt like a dagger, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “That's exactly why I'm here. To help.”

“Of course,” I muttered, clearing my throat. I couldn’t meet Ava’s eyes. Instead, I focused on my plate, pushing my eggs around like they held the answers to all my problems.

Ava finally spoke, her voice smooth but edged with steel. “Chloe’s been such a help around here. We couldn’t have managed the preparations without her. She's just a servant after all.”

Chloe’s smile faltered. She looked as though she would erupt in anger. I stayed calm, silently praying that she doesn't make this any harder for me. “Oh, I’m just doing my part. After all, this house feels like home.”

The room went silent for a beat too long. I glanced at Ava, whose jaw tightened ever so slightly. She wasn’t going to let that slide.

“Well,” Ava said, setting her fork down with a deliberate clink, “it’s always good to have servants…sorry, assistants, who make themselves comfortable. Almost like… they live here, which of course you practically do.”

Chloe didn’t miss a beat. “Comfort is important, don’t you think? Especially when you spend so much time in one place. It’s easy to forget where the lines are.”

Holly looked between them, confused. “You two are so funny. It’s like you’ve known each other forever.”

Chloe’s eyes stayed locked on Ava. “Feels that way sometimes.”

I swallowed hard, my grip on the coffee cup tightening. This was spiraling, and fast. I needed to get Chloe out of here before she said something we couldn’t walk back from.

“Ava,” I said, forcing a smile, “didn’t you want to show Holly those photos from the wedding? She’s been asking about them.”

Ava’s eyes flicked to mine, a silent message passing between us. ‘Don’t think this is over’ her eyes read. But she nodded, turning her attention back to Holly. “Of course. Let’s go look at them in the living room.”

Holly stood, her excitement genuine. “I’d love that.”

As they left, Chloe leaned back in her chair, stretching like a cat who’d just toyed with a mouse. “You know, you’re terrible at damage control.”

I shot her a glare. “What the hell was that?”

She smirked. “Just reminding her that I’m not going anywhere, and that I'm the rightful lady of this mansion.”

“Chloe, you’re playing with fire. I told you that we have to tread with caution!”

She leaned in, her voice a whisper. “I like the heat.”

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Back in Chloe’s room, the tension was suffocating. She stood close, too close, her fingers trailing up my arm. I knew this was a mistake. Every moment spent with her was another step closer to disaster, but I couldn’t pull away.

“You think she suspects?” Chloe murmured, her lips inches from mine.

I shook my head, trying to focus. “You need to be careful. Holly—”

“Is too naive to notice.” She pressed closer, her breath warm against my neck. “And Ava? She’s too proud to admit the truth. The truth? She's the one that needs to go, she's the servant, the gold digger. Definitely not me.”

“Careful,” I muttered, pulling away. “She’ll hear.”

Chloe smirked. “Maybe she should.”

I closed my eyes, fighting the pull. “This won’t end well.”

She smiled, her lips brushing mine. “Then let it burn.”

Just as our lips met, there was a sharp knock at the door.

“Orion?” Holly’s voice.

I froze, my heart pounding. Chloe’s eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing her face for the first time.

“Uh, just a second!” I called, my voice strained.

Chloe mouthed, ‘What do we do?’

“Orion?” Holly’s voice was softer this time, almost hesitant. “Are you okay?”

I glanced at Chloe, my mind racing. This was it. The walls were closing in, and there was no way out.

As I opened the door, the look on Holly’s face nearly broke me. Her eyes searched mine, filled with a quiet concern that twisted the knife deeper.

“Why were you in Chloe’s room?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

This was going to be a disaster. And it was only a matter of time before everything crumbled.