And just like that, Jarrod pivoted on his heel and strode away, not once casting a glance over his shoulder.
Nicoleâs pillow bore the marks of her tears as she lay curled up beneath her sheets.
Jarrodâs words reverberated in Nicoleâs mind like a haunting prophecy.
Someone with Vickiâs malice was not rare.
It was a harbinger of what awaited others.
Even if she had foreseen the need to synchronize the evidence, it would have been futile against the privilege of those heirs.
They held the means to vanish abroad, evading the storm of scandal until it subsided.
Nicole had witnessed such schemes unfold before, familiar with the bitter reality that loomed ahead.
Disillusioned and weary, Nicole succumbed to sleep, a sense of resignation weighing heavily upon her heart.
Weary from the storm of emotions that had battered her the day before, Nicoleâs body remained heavy with exhaustion.
Todayâs emotional whirlwind had drained her.
As she stirred from her slumber, the enticing aroma of food filled the air.
A thoughtful maid had arrived, carrying a tray adorned with an array of wholesome, nourishing dishes.
Despite the maidâs attentive care, Nicole couldnât shake off the unease that lingered in her presence.
âYou can go,â she said.
âIâll be fine on my own.
â
With a bow filled with grace, the maid accepted Nicoleâs polite dismissal.
As the maid set down the spoon with precision, she spoke in a tone of genuine concern.
âMiss, you must eat more.
Mr.
Schultz personally commissioned these costly nutritional dishes.
His concern for your well-being is evident.
â
With that, the maid silently exited the room.
A bittersweet smile tugged at Nicoleâs Lips.
While her physical well-being could be tended to with nutritional food, the question lingered.
What salve existed for a shattered heart?
Despite her stomachâs protests and the absence of hunger pangs, Nicole compelled herself to consume the meal before her.
She understood that preserving her health was paramount.
Hunger strikes were for petulant children.
The weak, she knew, couldnât think clearly or devise effective plans.
Nicole nibbled delicately, savoring each morsel just enough to stave off hunger, but far from what would appease a ravenous appetite.
As the maid tidied up the scarcely touched dishes, Jarrodâs eyes lingered on them.
âShe didnât fancy this today.
Adjust the menu accordingly,â he directed.
With a nod of acknowledgment, the maid retreated, determined to be more attentive to Nicoleâs needs in the future.
Jarrodâs effort to familiarize himself with Nicoleâs preferred meals spoke volumes about the significance he attached to her.
Nicole was unquestionably special.
The next morning, post-breakfast, Nicole approached the maid with a winsome smile.
âCould you please tell Mr.
Schultz to come see me?â she inquired politely.
Though Jarrod had granted her three days to contemplate, Nicole felt no need for such deliberation.
Austinâs safety could not afford delay.
Before long, Jarrod made his entrance, his arrival suffusing the room with a heavy, stifling aura.
âI accept your conditions, Nicole murmured, her tone tinged with a touch of resignation.
â
Jarrod displayed no surprise at her decision.
Individuals with tender spots were easily swayed, and for Nicole, her loved ones were her Achillesâ heel.
The mere contemplation of being torn away from her mother or her son was something Nicole couldnât fathom.
With them under his sway, coercing her compliance was childâs play.
Jarrod had abstained from leveraging this due to a pitiful shred of self-assurance.
Yet, the outcome had exposed the folly of his assurance, as Nicole harbored no emotional attachment to him.
âBut I have a condition,â Nicole stated.
A chuckle escaped Jarrodâs lips at her words.
After all, it wouldnât be Nicole if she didnât assert herself.
âVery well, proceed,â Jarrod drawled.
Nicoleâs steely gaze locked onto Jarrodâs, her every word saturated with purposeful meaning.
âI need you to guarantee that Roscoe will be safe for the rest of his life, and that nothing bad will happen to him.
â
As her words hung in the air, a tangible tension thickened the atmosphere.
Jarrodâs countenance shifted noticeably, darkening with intensity.
After a pregnant pause, Jarrod emitted a scornful chuckle.
âNicole, how dare you attempt to negotiate with me?â
Jarrod could hardly comprehend her audacity in requesting his protection for Roscoe.
Did she truly believe he wouldnât viciously tear Roscoe apart in a frenzy of rage?
âEnough pretense.
You know full well why I make this demand.
â Nicole grew weary of dancing around the issue with Jarrod.
With a mind sharpened by clarity, she recognized that safeguarding Austin and Roscoe at Ardlens would remain an insurmountable challenge without Jarrodâs collaboration.
Now that his attention seemed to be on her, she reasoned it was time to turn the tables to her advantage.
Her body was merely a vessel, expendable compared to her loved ones.
âIâm relying on the fact that youâre infatuated with me,â Nicole stated bluntly.
âIf you help me out with this, Iâll allow you to have your way with me.
But if you say no, just know that Iâll keep pushing for Austinâs custody.
Iâve already taken care of Vicki, and I wonât hesitate to deal with anyone else who gets in my way.
Iâll fight as hard as I need to.
â