THIRD PERSON POV“I am never going to lose. I am not one to lose and Gavin chose the wrong person to mess with.” Whitney muttered to herself as she watched Gavin and Monique walk away look so happyShe clenched her fist with a frown on her face as knots in her stomach tightened. It hurts so much that she feels this way. She didn’t expect any of this to happen. When she did what she did for him, she expected to have a but it seems Gavin wouldn’t give her that and she refused to lose.She had lost everything as it was and even if she had to do the worst of it all to get what she wanted then she’d do it and if she could not get what she wanted then nobody would get what they wanted.With that thought in her, she walked away with so much in her mind. She was thinking of her to fight back and what to do to make Monique pay. When she returned to her hotel room, she went for a long shower because it was usually in her showers, for the craziest of her ideas.When she came out of the bathroom
THIRD PERSON POVIt was the day for Whitney to meet up with the men Cole wanted her to meet. She had six hours before the said time but she had something else going on in her mind.“I think it’s best I do this now before going over there,” she said to herself.As much as she wanted to relax and wait for some other time, for some reason, she felt now was the perfect time for her to do what she wanted. “Do it. Don’t do it. Do it. Don’t do it.” She chanted until she decided to do what it was that she had in mind because she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get it off her mind if she didn't do it.She changed into an entirely different outfit that consisted of a short and white polo shirt. She put some kerosene in a small container. She put on a blackface cap before leaving the hotel room.She didn’t have any makeup on as she wanted her disguise to be so perfect. Whitney planned to infiltrate Gavin’s mansion and set the room where Monique was on fire.She had been thinking about it sinc
Third-person Pov Despite everything, Monique still could not believe what she had just experienced. It all still felt like a dream to her, and she was waiting for someone to wake her up from this horrible nightmare that she just had. If there was one thing she had avoided all her life, it was getting involved in any situation that could lead to a fire. She was always extra careful when it came to anything that could cause a fire, so the fact that she experienced being in a fire again after trying so hard to avoid it all her life made her feel like she was losing her mind. It also reminded her of everything that she had gone through in her childhood, starting from how she would have died in the fire that her father started if her mother hadn't protected her and how a fire was what ended her mother's life. It had all come rushing back to her in that moment, and now that she was out of danger, she couldn't remember the fear she had felt while it was happening and how it had resur
Whitney's Pov I was seriously running out of money, and it was making me anxious. I had spent way too long at the hotel, as well as spending a lot of money there, but after the stunt I pulled in Gavin's house, I really checked out of the hotel and came to a much cheaper one. I couldn't remember the last time I stayed in such a cheap hotel, but because I didn't have any more money to spluuch and I also needed to remain low-key for a while, I had no other choice but to forcefully enjoy my stay here. I still hadn't heard any news on what happened in the house, but I was desperately hoping that I would hear about Monique's death because that was the only thing that could make me happy. I desperately needed to hear that she was paying for mocking me and that Gavin was whiling away in his misery for daring to make a fool of me. I had a television on for that reason, and I also kept scrolling and scrolling on the internet to see if the news would come up. It had been almost a da
THIRD PERSON POV“Are you certain that if you see the face of the person you can tell?” The police officer asked the elderly man who claims to have seen someone visit the late Mr. Robin before he died.“Yes, I am certain. That day a lady came by the house. I was taking a stroll around that street. The street is usually quiet because nobody lives there. That cottage is the only cottage there and each time I took a stroll there, I never saw anyone so I was surprised to see a young pretty lady.” The man revealed. He continued with his statements, “I didn’t see her face at first until she turned to look around before entering the house.”“It was during the day that she entered the cottage but at midnight, I saw that lady leaving the cottage and you might be wondering what I was doing there so I will tell you,” he said to the officers before they questioned him any further.“As an old man, I take a stroll a lot of the time because of my legs. It was quite late when I was returning to my h
Third-person POV Whitney was nervous, but she tried not to show how nervous she was, especially since she was going to be dealing with gang members, and she couldn't afford to let them know she was a novice. She wasn't about to give them the privilege of walking all over her, so she maintained a bold look on her face, and was very much ready to meet with them, close the deal and be on her way. She had been waiting for about half an hour now, and it was already late into the night.“Why the hell are they not coming?” she wondered out loud as her impatience grew. She typically wasn't a very patient person, and because of how dangerous what she was about to do was, she needed them to get here as soon as possible so that she can get this over with. After waiting for another five minutes, she would spot a thug like man walking toward her, and immediately think to herself that it had to be one of the gang members. “Whitney?” he asked when he finally approached her, and she couldn't h
Third-person Pov “Con artist Jennifer Cabello has finally been caught after years of escaping the authorities. She has a record of drugging, manipulating, and stealing from men, as well as marrying them, and faking abuse in order to get divorce settlements. She was also discovered to be the murderer of her foster father, Robin Owen, as well as being involved in a drug-related business,” the newscaster went on, and Monique watched with a satisfied smile on her face. It's been a few days since Whitney was arrested, and as soon as she heard the news of her arrest, she hasn't stopped smiling. She couldn't believe that the person who almost ruined her life, as well as the lives of many other people, had finally been brought to justice, and she couldn't wait to hear what sentence Whitney was going to be given. She was currently at the rooftop of a restaurant, waiting for Gavin to arrive, and while she was waiting, she had decided to catch up on the news on her phone because she was eag
MONIQUE My heart pounded in my chest as I stood in front of the wedding hall. I was dressed in a fiery red jumpsuit, and I didn't need to be told that my appearance alone was enough to call for attention. Red lipstick adorned my lips, matching the intensity of my emotions, and my red-bottom shoes clicked confidently on the pavement as I steadied my breathing. I was prepared to walk into the wedding of my ex-husband and ex-best friend, determined to create chaos and make them pay for their betrayal. When I heard they'd be getting married today, everything in me burned with pure rage, and even though I knew I shouldn't be here since it'd hurt me more than it'd hurt them, I couldn't help myself. Clutching a small can of paint wrapped in an elegant red cloth, I concealed my true intentions from the security at the hall. I knew they'd stop to ask questions if I had walked in with an exposed can of paint, so I wrapped it in a fancy cloth that matched both the color of my jumpsuit and the