Paris Had No Clue

Sasha was dying in the gutter. Thousands of miles away. Alone.

Paris had no clue of her struggle. Moorfield left to perish.

Yet a Moorfield heir was born…

Nadia was an in-house nanny. She fed little Alice a bottle of formula. Now 3 months old. Changing diapers. Cleaning drool and mushy peas off the floor.

Katherine had gone from Betty Boop to hot milf in the weeks post pregnancy.

“Back to business…” Katherine said. She had modelling projects to oversee, and Moorfield drama behind the scenes.

Nadia had told her about the Iron Warthog and Greg. That he killed Alice. Katherine was suspicious at first. Angry even. Nadia’s ex-husband had been the killer.

But she knew Nadia well. For Nadia to tell her this was a lot. Risking her own life. Now, Greg had a target on his head. A capture and kill order by Katherine. Nadia was loyal till the end, but she was willing to give up Greg for the good of Moorfield.

Their loyalties aligned. No interrogations. No mess. Just a cautious eye for now.

Nadia played with baby Alice on the balcony. Sunlight streaming in. Alice had soft blonde hair and a dust of freckles on her nose. She swatted at the baby rattle Nadia shook. A smile on her face.

Nadia was so at ease. In this role. Katherine didn’t mind. They almost co-mothered and it was a real help. Nadia always wanted a baby.

Nadia’s roots had grown red. She decided to hell with the moody black look. She bleached the tips and dyed them the familiar red.

All was at ease for now. But…

Xiao Mei had told her she was going back to China. A single text message. No call. Nothing.

Nadia tried to reach her. Call her. Meet her. No luck. Plans cancelled. Again and again. No reasons given. Nadia didn’t know where Xiao Mei was staying now. Paris? China? Was it really over?

Things were in a lull of peace in Paris. Back home Volkov was rising, and snuffing out the last lights of Moorfield. The end.

Sasha crawled from the gutter. Sent a message to Jackson.

“They got me… I’m sorry…”