Adrian’s Point of ViewI tapped my fingers against the polished conference table, barely registering the words spilling from the senior manager’s mouth. Something about profit margins, a quarterly report, whatever. None of it mattered right now. My eyes flicked to my wristwatch. 12:58 PM. Almost time. Almost.“Adrian?” Mr. Guerrero, my father in law and biggest investor's voice snapped me back. His sharp eyes pinned me in place. “Did you proofread this presentation? The figures don’t tally, and... ”My phone beeped. My 1 PM alarm.I shot to my feet, shrugging on my blazer. “I’m sorry, but I have to reschedule this meeting for tomorrow. Urgent matter.”Mr. Guerrero frowned. “Excuse me? Adrian... ”I was already out the door before he could finish.I had planned this down to the last second. Gabriella, my assistant, had cleared my entire schedule for the rest of the day. I had studied Lily’s school dismissal time, found out which teacher handled pick-ups, and even learned which gate mos
Emma’s Point Of ViewI had barely taken a sip of my lukewarm coffee when the knock came. My temples throbbed from exhaustion, my desk a chaotic mess of financial reports and stock files I had yet to sort through. I pressed my fingers against my forehead, willing the headache away, before glancing up as Edith, my assistant, stepped in hesitantly.“Miss Carter, sorry to interrupt you ma, but there’s someone here to see you,” she said, her voice careful.I sighed, already dreading another unscheduled meeting. “someone? Who is it?”Edith shifted uncomfortably. “She says her name is Evelyn Steele.”My heart lurched in my chest. Evelyn. Of course, she had come. I had expected this visit, just not this soon. Straightening in my seat, I masked my emotions before nodding. “Let her in.”Edith left, and I took a deep breath, shutting my laptop and bracing myself. It didn’t take long before the door opened again, and in walked Evelyn Steele, as poised and commanding as ever. Even in her sixties,
Emma’s Point of ViewBirthdays were supposed to be magical. They were meant to be filled with joy, laughter, and love. I had always believed that, maybe because I had clung to the warmth of childhood traditions for so long. My parents waking me up with a cake, Brandon barging into my room to be the first to wish me before his illness made that impossible. Those memories always resurfaced on this day, wrapping around me like a bittersweet embrace.As I sat up in bed, the wave of nostalgia was interrupted by the sound of my bedroom door creaking open. A tiny giggle followed, and before I could process it, Lily came bounding in, holding a small cupcake with a single candle sticking out from the center. Behind her, Ryan entered, carefully balancing a small breakfast tray, his smile easy and bright.“Happy birthday, Mommy!” Lily squealed, climbing onto the bed beside me.“Happy birthday, Em,” Ryan added, his voice softer, more intimate.A laugh bubbled up in my chest as I reached for my da
Adrian’s POVThe phone buzzed in my hand, the name flashing across the screen hitting me like a jolt of electricity... Emma.For a second, I just stared, my pulse quickening. She never called me. Not unless it was about Lily, and even then, it was usually a cold, clipped text. But this? This was unexpected.I swiped to answer, barely getting a word out before her voice sliced through the line, sharp and laced with fury.“How dare you?” she seethed. “How fucking dare you think you could have your mother offer me money to abandon my child?”My stomach twisted.Goddamn it.I ran a hand down my face, inhaling deeply. Of course, my mother had done something like this. It shouldn’t have surprised me, but still, the thought of Emma being put through that kind of insult made me sick.“Emma, I... ”“How heartless can you be?” she cut me off, her voice rising. “What kind of monster would try to buy a mother out of her own child’s life? Is this some kind of a sick joke to you?”“Emma, please, j
Ryan's POVThe clinking of a spatula against the frying pan echoed through the kitchen, the smell of sizzling bacon mixing with freshly brewed coffee. I should have been calm, enjoying this morning as usual, the simple routine of making breakfast for Emma and Lily while Lily played with her Legos on the counter. But I wasn’t. I was beyond pissed.Emma still hadn't woken up.I stole a glance at the clock. 7:15 AM. She had stumbled in late last night, too late, and I had pretended to be asleep, too angry to face her. The image of her sitting across from Adrian in that upscale restaurant was burned into my mind. I had called her when I saw the photo, my heart pounding in my chest, demanding to know where she was. She had kept her voice calm, almost indifferent, only saying she would be home soon. And then she had walked in hours later, acting as if nothing had happened.Lily kicked her tiny legs against the kitchen island, giggling as she stacked colorful Legos together. I pushed my frus
Adrian’s POVI had just taken Celia home from the hospital before dashing off to work, stepping into my office, Gabrielle, my assistants walked in, her usual efficiency in full force as she started listing out my schedule for the day. I nodded along, barely paying attention, my mind already occupied with other thoughts, thoughts of Lily, thoughts of Emma.Then, my phone rang.My pulse quickened when I saw Emma’s name flash across the screen. I held up a hand, dismissing Gabrielle before answering."Hello, Em." My voice came out smoother than I expected, betraying none of the excitement I felt at hearing from her.She didn’t waste time on small talk. "Would you be free to take Lily today? I have a lot of outdoor meetings till 5 PM."I hesitated for only a second. My schedule was packed, especially with a crucial investor meeting at 2 PM. But there was no way in hell I was passing up a chance to be with my daughter."Of course," I said without further hesitation.Emma went into full-on
Adrian’s Point of view The drive home was silent, the kind that made the mind wander into dangerous territories. The streets were mostly empty, except for a few stragglers and late-night workers trying to make it home. I could have stopped at a bar, let the burn of whiskey chase away the thoughts swirling in my head, but I had an early meeting in the morning. The responsible thing to do was go home, shower, and get some rest.But responsibility had never felt this suffocating.Pulling into my driveway, I sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over my jaw before stepping out of the car. The mansion stood tall and lifeless in front of me. Cold. Empty. Like a place I merely existed in rather than lived. It hadn’t always been like this.It was one a bubbly place when I was married to Emma, we share so many happy memories in this place, that was until I cheated on her by mistake with Celia and she retaliated, I should have seen it as a retaliation, I shouldn't have judged her so quick for a crim
Emma’s Point Of View "Hello Naomi!" I spoke into my phone as soon as Naomi picked up"Good morning Miss Emma" she greeted"Could you meet me at Rosco Cafe I have a meeting with the Curtez couples, I need you to take notes" I asked and she agreed"Get there before me, I'd be a few minutes late, I still need to get Lily to school, keep them entertained till I arrive, okay" I asked "Of course, Ms Emma" I had been ignoring Ryan, and he had been returning the energy full force. The air between us had been cold ever since he accused me of forcing my way back into Adrian’s life. The nerve of him. As if I had ever needed to force anything where Adrian was concerned.I shook the thoughts from my head as I hurried downstairs, already running late. Lily sat at the breakfast table, her small hands clutching a spoon as she ate in slow, sleepy bites.“Baby, let’s go! Nanny Isidro will bring your lunch to school.”Lily looked up at me, her big brown eyes still hazy with morning drowsiness, but be
Adrian’s Point Of View“Lily hurry up Sweetheart” I yelled from the sitting room. Checking my wristwatch it was a few minutes past 7am. I needed to drop off Lily at school before 8am, then head to the hospital to see Celia. I couldn't rest easy all night, i’d have gone to the hospital last night but it's too risky to take lily with me last night and she couldn't stay home alone. Then I heard little footsteps dragging my attention back to the stairs as Lily descended. I quickly stood up and walked up to her, picking her off the ground to hasten the walk, I sat her in her car seat and off we sped into the road. It wasn't long until we got to her school, hurriedly I helped her into the gates and rushed back into the car and started the car. At the speed of light I hit the road, only stopping at the hospital entrance. I hurried in and asked the nurse at the station “Excuse me, could I see Celia Guerrero, she was brought in last night” I asked“Hold on please” she scrambled on her keyb
Celia’s Point of View“My plans were finally falling into place” I murmured drumming my fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel as I drive into the busy roads of New York City, a sly smile playing at my lips as I drove through the dimly Lit streets. Despite approaching evening, The city was alive and buzzing with its usual chaosblaring horns, distant sirens, the occasional flicker of neon signs cutting through the darkness. But none of it mattered. Not tonight. Tonight was about control, about setting the pieces in place for the inevitable checkmate. The anticipation bubbling inside me was almost intoxicating.I pulled into the parking lot of a small, nondescript restaurant, a hole-in-the-wall place tucked away in a forgotten part of the city. I exhaled sharply, reaching for the hoodie on the passenger seat. Pulling it over my head, I adjusted the baseball cap snugly before sliding on a pair of oversized dark shades. A quick glance in the rearview mirror confirmed that I looke
Ryan’s Point Of ViewWe have been out here for hours, it took me a whole lot getting Celia’s residential address. For some reason she had this file hidden but I always had my way around it all. The air inside the car was thick with tension, the kind that came from hours of waiting with no payoff. Marian let out a dramatic sigh, stretching her legs as much as the cramped car allowed."Ryan, we’ve been sitting here for hours, ""So?" I muttered, my eyes locked on the house we were watching."So?" she repeated, voice dripping with irritation. "I didn’t think we’d be this useless. I thought we'd have gotten closer to the truth by now so everything will be over and done with."I shot her a glare. "If you are tired, why don’t you just leave? I don't remember asking you to tag along you know.""i tagged along because I want to catch Celia too. To get this damn complication out of our lives," she huffed, arms crossing over her chest. "I just didn’t sign up for a full-day surveillance missio
Celia’s Point Of ViewThe rich aroma of wine filled the air as I swirled the deep red liquid in my glass, my fingers lazily tracing the rim. The soft glow of the chandelier cast golden reflections against the pristine marble floors of my living room. Everything was perfect, just as it should be. My plans were working and it was just a few more cards to play before it all happens.I took a slow sip, savoring the taste of expensive indulgence, relishing the satisfaction of knowing that everything was going according to plan. Adrian was slipping further into my grasp, Emma was as good as forgotten, and soon, my life would be exactly as I had envisioned it.Then my phone rang.I didn’t even have to check the caller ID... I already knew who it was.Adrian. Again. This was the umpteenth time he was calling.I ignored it, continuing to sip my wine. But the ringing didn’t stop. Over and over, it filled the air, each shrill tone like a mosquito buzzing in my ear.Annoyance prickled through me.
Emma’s Point Of ViewI have spent so long in here that I have lost complete track of time. My body was getting weaker as the day goes by, my throat dry, my mind clouded with exhaustion. Time had lost meaning to me in this place. I wasn’t sure how many the outside world looked like now, All that rested in my mind was only that I was starving, they would usually bring food, on some occasions good food and most almost rotten food. When I heard the heavy creak of the door opening, I barely lifted my head because I knew what it was that was coming to me.The guard who always brought the food entered, his footsteps slow and deliberate. He carried a plate of food like always, but something about his presence today made my stomach tighten. His stare as he walked up to me lingered too long, his lips curled into something that wasn't quite a smirk but held just enough malice to set off every alarm in my head.I forced myself to sit up from my lying position. Ever since I'd been locked up in th
Ryan’s Point of ViewA sharp ringing jolted me awake.For a second, I was disoriented, my mind still trapped in the hazy remnants of sleep. Then I felt it... Marian’s head resting on my chest, her arm draped across my stomach.Memories from last night came rushing back.Her moans.Her nails digging into my back.The way her lips tasted warm, desperate, claiming.My phone rang again, cutting through my morning haunted thoughts.I sighed, carefully adjusting Marian so I wouldn’t wake her. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, my brows furrowing at the unregistered number flashing on the screen.Who the hell was calling me this early?I hesitated before answering. "Ryan speaking."A pause. Then a voice I hadn't expected."I know, Ryan."I froze. My grip on the phone tightened.That voice.. I recognized it instantly, anywhere, any day"Nanny Isidro?" I asked, sitting up straighter.She sighed. "Yes Ryan, it’s me. I had to call you."I swung my legs off the bed, my pulse quickening. "H
Ryan’s Point of View"How dare he.." I slurred to my glass "To think she chose him over me" I raised the glass and made to pour the content into my mouth but unfortunately it had finished I raised a hand at the bartender and he came over and refilled my glass. "He got that suspicious bitch pregnant, I bet my entire life that she us behind Emma's disappearance" I gulped down the drink at a go and it stung my throat"Sir, my shift is over, and you look totally wasted, can I take you home?" the bartender offered. Looking at my glass, I felt it was time to go home, but Marian was there! Waiting for more nagging. But could I leave my home to her? I decided to go home. " It's fine I can still find my way" I dipped my hand in my pocket still staggering and took out my wallet, I gave him my credit card and in minutes I stumbled out of the bar, the night air hitting me like a slap. My head was spinning, but not just from the alcohol. Celia. Pregnant. With Adrian’s child.I gritted my tee
Ryan’s Point Of ViewI watched as Celia’s car took a sharp right, her tires screeching against the pavement. She was trying to shake me off. Good. That meant she had noticed me and she was scared.I slowed down, letting her disappear into the highway as I went straight.I wasn’t here to catch her though. Not yet.No, I wanted her to feel some one lurking, to feel like eyes were always on her, like danger was around every corner. Once paranoia settled in, she would slip up. She’d get reckless while trying to cover her tracks, make mistakes that would give me an upper hand . And when that happened, I’d be there to catch her red handed.But for now, she could keep playing her little hide and seek game. She could keep thinking she was in control.I turned my car around and drove back home.The moment I set foot into my apartment, I knew something was off.I stood by the light switch, scanning the room. My instincts tensed, my fingers hovering near the glass vase by the door side.Then I f
Celia’s Point Of ViewI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the maternity dress that hugged my belly just right. It was subtle.. just enough to make myself look like a responsible soon to be mother but still graceful. If I played my cards right today, everything would fall into place. Adrian had asked to meet after days of absolute silence. Could this mean he had made a decision? Maybe he is finally ready to accept me and our baby into his life.A smile tugged at my lips, but I quickly wiped it off. No, I had to stay in control. I shouldn't be swayed by just a invitation. I had spent too much time, too much energy on this to get excited over an ordinary invitation. Emma was never coming back, and Adrian had to accept that.I grabbed my handbag and stepped out of my room, I had given my men strict instructions before leaving the hide out.. From now on, I didn't want Emma’s door opened for any reason. Not even to let her use the bathroom, if she ever wanted to relieve herself, she