Chapter 1: Welcome Home (POV Sharon) :
The key turns in the hight security lock with a satisfying click. My heart beats faster and faster from joy as I push the door of Our home. After three long years of construction, planning, spending a lot of money a lot !!! and endless waiting a lot too ! , we are finally here. A small smile stretches across my lips as I turn to my love Liam .
"We made it," I whisper, my breath unsteady.
Liam smiles, wraps an arm around my waist, and pulls me in for a tender and soft kiss. "Yes, Mrs. Calloway. We made it finally my pretty wife ." , i have such a nice men ... "
I close my eyes slowly , savoring the moment. The house is stunning—modern, spacious,luminous , bathed in the afternoon sunlight. The large glass doors offer a breathtaking view of the garden, still bare and virgin but full of promise maybe a futur pool there or just a nice garden ?.
I wander through the vast living room with that long black sofa designed by the popular furniture brand luxEE , my fingers gliding over the smooth marble surface of the open kitchen island. Everything is minimalistic, luxurious. It's exactly as we had imagined it.
"Can you believe it?" I breathe. "all this years of waiting, and now it's ours."
Liam nods, chuckling softly, before lifting a box. "Well, now we just have to turn this place into a real home."
We quickly get to work, unpacking boxes, wiping down dusty surfaces. Each item finding its place perfectly brings me immense satisfaction, as if I'm building our future with every movement. But as I organize a kitchen cabinet, something makes me frown.
A pack of cigarettes, left behind on the white counter.
But it's not just any pack. It's bright pink, with a red heart drawn on the front and the word "Vengeance" written in bold dark black letters.
A small shiver runs down my spine. That's strange. I've never seen a cigarette brand like this before.
"Babe?" I call out. "Did you switch to something new its a new pack not your usual one ?"
He comes over, wiping his hands on a dish towel, and raises an eyebrow at the cigarette pack.
"No. That's not mine. Probably something one of the workers left behind last time ."
I nod, still unsettled by the unusual design. "Vengeance"? its a weird name for a cigarette brand, or its me ? I shake off the thought i'm such a Drama queen being stressed for a pink pack . It's probably just one of those trendy new brands trying to make an impact with bold marketing to attract young audiance . Nothing more nothing .
Without another thought, I toss the pack into the kitchen trash, promising myself to forget about the oddity.
Without knowing that this is only the beginning of this story .