ALANNA“Family is a prison where the bars are made of blood and guilt.”I stared at the phone, my father’s name flashing on the screen. My gut twisted, a knot of resentment and old wounds that never seemed to heal. I hesitated before answering, but his voice, insistent and commanding, brooked no argument.“Alanna, we need to talk. It’s important.”I could feel the weight of his words pressing down on me. I looked over at Angela, who was sitting across from me with a worried frown.“Are you sure you want to do this?” Angela’s voice was calm but filled with concern. “The last time you saw him, he took a lot from you. Do you really want to put yourself through that again?”I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I know, Angela. But he’s still my father. I can’t just ignore him, no matter what happened before.”Angela gave me a long, thoughtful look before nodding reluctantly. “Alright, but be careful. You know he’s good at manipulating.”I promised her I’d be cautious and left for the
“Power is a game, and sometimes, you have to break the rules to win.”I arrived at Lucas's house, my heart pounding with rage and desperation. The humiliation and anger from seeing Alanna with Nolan had been simmering inside me, and I needed to do something—anything—to take back control. As Lucas opened the door, I put on the most pitiful face I could muster. My eyes were already red from crying, and I knew I looked the part of a woman scorned.He let me in, looking concerned but wary. I knew Lucas well enough to see that he was still unsure of his place in all this. He had his own grudges against Nolan, but he was also cautious. I needed to push him over the edge."Lucas," I began, my voice quivering as I sat down on his couch. "I can't take this anymore. They're ruining everything. Alanna and Nolan... they're planning to destroy us. They're already spreading lies and turning everyone against me."He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Chloe, calm down. We can't just act impuls
ALANNA“Sometimes, the stars align perfectly, and you find yourself living a dream you never thought possible.”Sitting across from Seraphina, the vogue Lady , felt surreal. Her elegant office, filled with iconic fashion photographs and luxurious fabrics, was a testament to her impeccable taste and influence in the industry. As she sipped her tea, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. This was an opportunity I'd dreamt of for years, and now it was finally within reach."Alanna," Seraphina began, her voice smooth and authoritative, "I've been following your work for a while now, especially after your fashion show. Your eye for design and your unique perspective are exactly what this industry needs."I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. Praise from someone like Seraphina was rare and incredibly valuable. "Thank you, Seraphina. That means a lot coming from you. I've always admired your work and the way you've shaped *Vogue* into what it is today."She smiled, a knowing g
NOLAN“In the face of fear, love is the only thing that makes us brave.”The second I heard Alanna's panicked voice over the phone, my heart sank. The moment she mentioned the brakes weren't working, I felt a cold rush of terror like I'd never known. I tried to keep my voice steady, to give her the best advice I could, but my hands were shaking. When she told me she was going off the road, I could barely breathe.I could only listen helplessly as the phone went silent after a deafening crash. My blood ran cold. I didn't think twice. I grabbed my keys and bolted out the door, driving as fast as I could to the location she mentioned. I kept calling her name, praying she'd answer, but the line stayed dead.When I arrived, my heart stopped. Alanna's car was crumpled against a tree, smoke billowing from the hood. I parked haphazardly and ran to the wreck, adrenaline surging through my veins. My hands fumbled with the door, pulling it open. The sight of her slumped over the airbag, blood tr
NOLAN"Betrayal comes in waves, crashing over us when we least expect it, leaving us gasping for breath in its wake."I know Alanna is no saint, I mean the woman got to the top by trampling on competitors who stood tall for years and she made them into nothing but that wasn't enough to want her dead. Now the question that lingers in my heart was. Who hates her that much to want her dead?I sat in the hospital room, watching Alanna stir awake, I couldn't shake the gnawing question in my mind: Who could hate her enough to want her dead? The thought alone made my blood boil. Alanna was the kind of person who deserved happiness, not someone to be targeted like this. My jaw tightened as I remembered the police officer's words about the brake lines being cut. It was a deliberate act, a cold-blooded attempt to end her life. The idea that someone out there harbored such malice towards her was both infuriating and terrifying.Alanna’s eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a tired bu
BRADI was sitting in my office, the usual buzz of the day surrounding me, when my phone buzzed with a news alert. Alanna, involved in a serious accident, condition critical. The words blurred on the screen as my heart dropped. The shock turned into a sickening realization. This had to be Chloe. Or Lucas. Their twisted minds concocting some plan, and now Alanna was paying the price.I felt a surge of anger, my hand tightening around my phone. Without thinking, I dialed Chloe’s number. She picked up after a few rings, and before she could say anything, I exploded. "What the hell did you do, Chloe? Did you really think you could get away with this?"There was a pause, then her voice, cool and composed. "Brad, why don’t you come over and confront me in person? Let’s see if you have the guts."I hesitated. The idea of going to the Westbrook mansion made my skin crawl. But then she added, "Mrs. Westbrook is on a trip, and Nolan is at the hospital. Just you and me."I agreed, my mind racing
NOLAN"Sometimes, the truth is buried so deep that even the light of a thousand stars can't reach it."This was it. The final straw. There was no coming back from this. I stumbled down the stairs, the weight of the moment pressed down on me like a vise. Everything I thought I knew, every piece of my life, was crumbling around me. The betrayal, the lies, the sheer audacity of what I'd just seen—it all hit me like a punch to the gut. My marriage, my sanity, my very sense of self—it was all slipping through my fingers, and I had no idea what to do next.“Nolan,” Brad’s voice cut through the fog, and before I knew it, his hand was on my shoulder, gripping me with a force that only fueled the fire inside me. My fist clenched, the anger and betrayal boiling over. I was going to kill him.Without a second thought, I turned and punched him square in the face. The impact sent a shockwave up my arm, and the expression on his face was priceless—shock, pain, anger. But I didn't care. He deserved i
ALANNAThe room felt too small, the walls pressing in with a suffocating weight. My hospital bed seemed to shrink as if it were trying to contain the storm raging inside me. I stared at the white ceiling, my thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and frustration. My mind kept circling back to Nolan. Why hadn’t he come to see me? What was happening to him?Has he really given up on me? Is he back with Chloe, piecing things together like some soap opera rerun? My mind churned with a mix of anger and confusion. I couldn’t believe Nolan hadn’t come to see me. Not even a text, not a single call. “I don’t understand,” I said, my voice trembling as I spoke. “Nolan hasn’t been here since I asked him to leave. But I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t ask him never to come back.”Angela, sitting beside me, had her eyebrows knitted together in concern. “Wait a second. Didn’t you tell him to go away for a while?”“Yes, but that’s different,” I said, throwing my hands up in frustration. “I just nee