Becoming Strangers Again by Lily

MAYA

I am incredibly proud of how everything is happening in my life right now q. Ryan thinks he can push me out just because that foolish old man didn't include me in the will. I'm smarter than him, smarter than all of them, and I will do whatever it takes to get what I want. My phone suddenly rang, pulling me from my sleep. I reached for it, grumbling silently about the interruption. When I saw her name on the screen, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

Even before I answered, I knew what this was about. I swiped to accept the call and stifled a yawn before holding the phone to my ear. "What do you want?" I asked. "You know exactly what I want," she replied, her voice sharp. "You remember what you promised me. You know our agreement from when I decided to work for you."

Rolling my eyes in exasperation, I propped myself up into a sitting position, fully aware that this conversation was about to get heated. "I remember the promise quite clearly," I said with a hint of annoyance in my voice, "but what I seriously doubt is whether you truly remember the specifics of our agreement."

"What do you mean by that?" she spat back, her tone sharp and defensive.

"It means," I replied slowly, emphasizing each word, "that I promised to give you a share of the money once I start seeing some cash flow from the Williams family. As of now, I haven't received anything, so I fail to understand why you feel the need to wake me up at this ridiculous hour to remind me of this."

"Don't try to play games with me, Maya," she warned.

"I am not trying to play games with you," I said, dragging out my words, already feeling fatigued by this pointless call. "If I really wanted to play a fast one on you, I would simply block your number. I know you can't say a word about what happened because, deep down, you understand that I won't go down without taking you with me."

"I don't have anything to lose "

"Don't give me that crap," I interrupted sharply, my voice rising with frustration. "You have plenty to lose, and you know it. You have a whole lot riding on this now."

She fell silent, clearly aware that I was speaking the truth. "So when can I expect my pay?" she asked, her tone shifting slightly as she realized I wasn't budging. "Whenever I get mine," I replied flatly before abruptly disconnecting the call. "What a fucking nuisance."

In an attempt to shake off the annoyance, I turned to my social media, scrolling mindlessly to keep myself updated on the latest happenings. However, I didn't expect to stumble upon something shocking: my mother and I were trending, but not in a good way. For the past two weeks, we had been in the spotlight, but usually it was for positive reasons. This time, however, the headlines were far from flattering. The posts read:

in the Business of Breaking People's Marriages." Below this headline

the story of how my mother had an affair with her husband. The narrator went on to describe how my mother had attempted to blackmail him for a large sum of

off the bed and set

of the storm brewing around us. "Please do not tell me that your

her head to meet my gaze. "What are you talking about?" Dropping the fork,

fact that you've whored yourself out to any man you see, and

hand lingering long after the contact. "Don't speak to me like that, you brat! I am still your

hard. "I'm going to let this go for now," I warned, "but the moment you raise your hand to hit me again, I will make

you have," I deadpanned. "You failed to give me the kind of life I wanted, and now that I am finally taking control and creating that life for myself, don't expect

there's nothing

shoved my

phone and clicking on the news article that had sparked my outrage. I shoved the screen into her face, demanding her attention. She gasped as she read the headlines, shock etched on

lack of a substantive reaction, I scoffed. "Please don't tell me that a gasp is all I'm going to get from you! I need solutions on how we're going to get out of this mess. People are already calling us names all over

defuse the situation. "Getting upset isn't going to

be serious. I took a step closer, pointing my index finger at her with a fierce glare. "Don't you for a moment think that just because you brought me into this world, I won't toss you

public image, or if I need to

respond, the doorbell rang. I immediately assumed it was Ryan, here to mock my current predicament. "I guess I have you to thank for this firsthand embarrassment," I hissed at her before

surprised to find a total stranger standing on the other side. Not in the mood for any games or pleasantries, I stared flatly at him,

handshake, a friendly smile on