It was a sinner's suicide for anyone to work at Coopers Incorporation. It was no surprise that people aimed to stray far from the Devil known as Mr Elijah Cooper.
Cold, demanding, and rough, he ruled over everything with an iron grip and a calculati...
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Nora's P.O.V
I didn’t know what to do. I was lost.
I dont know if I should go to Elijah. And if he really did kill my mother, then Nina and I were living under the roof of a murderer. But what if Ben was lying? What if I was walking away from the one person who had protected me all this time?
The car was silent except for the hum of the engine. Mark was gripping the wheel, his jaw tight, eyes darting toward me every few seconds.
"Can you tell me what the hell is going on?" he asked finally, his voice sharp with frustration. "Those guys looked like some mafia shit. You didn’t say anything about guns. They were armed, Nora."
I swallowed hard. I barely understood anything myself. I didn't know who to trust, who the real enemy was. My head was a mess—rage, confusion, fear, all tangled into one suffocating knot.
"I don’t have any answers, Mark," I admitted, my voice hoarse. "I just... I don’t know what to do."
My mind raced. The logical part of me wanted to go back to Elijah’s house. It was familiar, and for a second, I almost convinced myself it was still safe. But then Ben’s words echoed in my head. Elijah killed your mother.
Could that really be true? My stomach twisted. If it was, then I had been sleeping under the same roof as a murderer. Sharing meals. Not only that, we even shared a moment together. The thought made me sick.
I clenched my fists. I couldn’t go back there. Not until I knew the truth.
"I... I can't go home," I finally said.
Mark frowned. "Why not?"
I hesitated. I couldn’t tell him about Elijah—not yet. Not when I had no proof.
"I don’t feel safe there," I said instead. "Staying alone right now isn’t a good idea. With everything that’s been happening, I just... I don’t think it’s smart."
Mark’s frown deepened, but he didn’t push. "Then what? Where are you gonna stay?"
"Do you know a motel or something?" I asked.
Mark shot me a look like I had lost my mind. "A motel? Are you insane? You think a girl staying alone in some run-down dump is a good idea?"
I swallowed hard. "I don’t have a choice."
I cannot go to my mother’s house—not after everything that happened. The thought of being there alone made my stomach twist. It didn’t feel safe. If Elijah really was dangerous, that would be the first place he’d look for me. And my grandparents? I couldn’t risk dragging them into this. I had no idea what I was dealing with, and until I did, I wouldn’t let them be caught in the crossfire. I need to take responsibilities myself.
