Andrew's POV "Not now, Anna," I quickly said and hung up the call. I couldn't afford any distractions at this crucial moment, not when I was about to catch Alfred red-handed. "Can you move a bit faster, Kane? Time is of the essence." "Yes, Master," Kane replied, stepping on the accelerator. Anxiously, I started tapping my fingers on my legs, unsure of what to expect when we arrived. Finally, we reached our destination, Kane parked three blocks away from the building where Zane had reported seeing Alfred enter earlier. "Tell the guys to secure the perimeter of that building. No one enters or leaves, do you understand?" I instructed Kane. "Yes, Master," he answered and started placing a call to the team. As we approached the building, I spotted Zane outside a coffee shop opposite the building. Dressed in a flowery shirt, black pants, and a black hat, he looked like any regular person enjoying his coffee, not a bodyguard on duty. He nodded at me and pointed in the dire
Alfred's POVI took a deep breath to push away the painful memories that flooded my mind and began to tell our story.“Elizabeth and I were a couple years ago, if it hadn't being what happened one night, we were supposed to get married, have beautiful kids, live normal lives just as we had planned and envisioned.”The atmosphere was eerily silent, and Elizabeth’s grip on my hand tightened. She was still nervous about Andrew and his men, so I gently stroked her hand to comfort her and continued.“Elizabeth and I had been seeing each other in secret. Her family wouldn't allow us to meet at night since we weren’t married. One night, while waiting for her by the river, I heard cries for help. I ran and found her cousin with scattered hair and torn clothes, so I rescued her and took her home. The next morning, I was dragged from my house by her cousin's angry family. They beat me in the square, calling me a rapist. I was stunned, unable to say a word in my defense. To escape their fury, my
Sheila's POVFew hours earlier…."Wait outside for me, I won't take long," I instructed Chris, the bodyguard Anna had assigned to me.When I arrived at my father's house, I knocked on the front door. To my surprise, Fiona opened the door herself instead of one of the maids.“Sheila, I'm glad you made it. Come in,” she said with a smile, stepping aside to let me in. She glanced outside, and her warm welcome quickly turned into a scowl.“I thought I told you not to bring any bodyguards; your father isn't comfortable around them,” she complained.“He’ll wait outside; Father doesn't need to see him,” I reassured Fiona, who still looked a bit doubtful.I walked in and asked, “Where is Father? Is he in his study?”“Your father isn’t back from the office yet; he’s running a bit late today,” Fiona explained. “Since you’re here, let me get you a drink.”“Oh, you don’t have to; I’m fine.”“Nonsense! I’ll get you one right away,” Fiona insisted, and she went off to get it.I was puzzled by Fiona
Phoebe’s POV"Has she passed out?" I asked my mom when I saw Sheila lying unconscious on the floor. Sheila was really dumb to trust my mom and come here."Not yet, but the drug is starting to work gradually on her. Soon, she'll completely pass out.""But how did you manage to drug her, Mom? I mean, didn't she switch the drinks?”Mom chuckled and smiled proudly. "I'm more experienced with this kind of thing. I knew Sheila would be suspicious and try to switch our drinks, so I planned ahead.""What did you do?" I asked, curious.Mom smiled slyly, raising her hand in front of my eyes and shaking it. I rolled my eyes, thinking she was showing off her manicure. Wait a minute…..nails! Then I noticed the strange white color on the nail of her right index finger under the sunlight.I burst out laughing. So that was how she did it. How could Sheila, that bitch, not have thought that the powder would be hidden in Mom's nails? Even though she thought she was being careful, she wouldn't have thou
Few hours earlier Phoebe's POV"What took you so long? What's your problem? I-""It's fine. He's here now, so let's just do what we came for," Mom interrupted me and took Alan into the room where Sheila was.Alan saw Sheila and smiled slyly. "Hello, Sheila." When he saw she wasn't moving, he went closer and touched her, exclaiming, "You drugged her?""Keep your voice down! What's wrong with you?" I snapped at him."But I told you I could handle her. You didn't need to drug her. Sheila is very much in love with me and will do whatever I want."I rolled my eyes as he kept bragging about how he had Sheila wrapped around his finger and didn't need to drug her to achieve his aim."Enough! I've heard enough of your bragging," I cut him off. "Just carry her through the backdoor and take her to the guest house. I sent you the address earlier. I've paid for everything there, so you don't have to worry about any expenses. Take her purse with you and make sure you capture every angle well. This
Andrew's POVI stormed out of the apartment, leaving Alfred and Elizabeth inside, and called Anna immediately. What exactly was going on right now? I got into the car and told the driver to head to the house while waiting for Anna to answer the call."Anna, I don't understand the message you just sent me. What do you mean by Sheila might be in trouble? Did someone break into the house? Where is Sheila? Is she safe? Talk to me!"I asked all the questions in my mind at once when she answered, worried about Sheila's safety. The mansion had top security guards from all over the country, so how did someone still break in?"Master, please calm down. No one broke into the house. Everything is okay here at the mansion," Anna replied calmly.I heaved a sigh of relief and then asked in confusion, "Then what did you mean in the message you just sent me? In fact, go and give Sheila the phone. I want to speak with her.""She's not at home, Master. I thought you knew?" she answered, equally soundin
Sheila's POV“Wake up, Sheila!”Where was I? And why was everything so dark that I couldn't see anything?“Wake up, Sheila!!”Where was this voice coming from? It sounded like my voice... how could I possibly be hearing my own voice? Was I dreaming or something?“Wake up, Sheila!!!”The voice yelled louder this time in my head, jolting me awake.Where was I?I felt the cold, chilly wind against my skin, making me shudder. I tried to open my eyes, but they were so blurry that I could barely keep them open.Where exactly was I?I could smell rain coming from outside and a disgusting nicotine odor that made me nauseous, coming from the room. I was in a room, right? But how did I get here?“Okay, this camera is ready. I just need to set the second one and get this done once and for all.”I heard a male voice from the room, which instantly caused me to panic. Who was in here with me? I tried to speak, but my throat was too parched to say a word. I looked around and noticed I was in an unfa
Andrew's POV“Get away from my wife, you bastard!” I roared as I kicked down the door and saw a naked man trying to sleep with my wife.When Sheila’s GPS location led me to a guest house, I was suspicious at first, but decided to investigate. As soon as I arrived, I went straight to the receptionist."Excuse me, have you seen this woman?" I asked, showing Sheila’s picture.The receptionist glanced at the photo and then at me. "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't give out information about our guests. It's against our policy."I kept my expression cold and motioned to the guards standing behind me. "Are you sure about that? I really need to know if she’s here."The receptionist's eyes flickered nervously between me and the guards. She hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Let me take another look at that photo... Yes, I think I saw her earlier today. She's in room B12, Sir, let me get the spare key.”She took out the key and before she could rise and accompany us, I snatched it and glared at h
Simeon's POVAs we packed up the food, I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging that I hadn't experienced in years. My heart raced with excitement. A family picnic? I’d never had one in my life. The thought of spending an entire day with Sheila and her mom—laughing, eating, and simply being together—felt surreal. It was a feeling I didn’t want to let go of, and I’d decided to take things one step further. “All right, ladies,” I announced as I helped them into the car. “I’ve got the perfect place in mind for this picnic, a little getaway.” Sheila frowned, her brow furrowing as she buckled her seatbelt. “Getaway? Simeon, this is just supposed to be a picnic. What are you talking about?” Mia and I exchanged a knowing glance. This was the part where Sheila would start protesting, but we were already prepared. “It’s Saturday,” I said casually, pulling onto the road. “I figured we could make this a mini vacation—stay ove
Sheila's POV The smell of something sweet wafted through the air, pulling me out of my room and straight toward the kitchen. I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, and smiled. “Mom, are the cookies ready yet?” I asked, hoping she’d let me sneak a taste. She glanced over her shoulder, an apron tied snugly around her waist. “Almost,” she replied, her hands busy rolling out dough. I stepped closer and tied on an apron of my own. “Let me help then. You’re always saying teamwork makes the dream work.” She chuckled as I joined her at the counter, and we worked side by side, kneading and shaping the dough. Halfway through, while the scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air, Mom turned to me with a sly smile. “Should I make an extra batch?” she asked casually, but I could see her eyes glinting mischievously. “You know, since these are Simeon’s favorites.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “Mom, is Simeon a buffalo you’re p
Andrew's POV Evelyn headed to her room before I could even mention Simeon's name, and slammed the door really hard, leaving no room for further confrontations.I stood motionless, my fists clenched at my sides. I couldn’t bring myself to call her back or say another word. Not after what she had revealed. She had heard me mutter Sheila’s name in my sleep.When did this happen? And why hadn’t Evelyn confronted me sooner? The thought gnawed at my mind, making me feel guilty.Was it something I had dreamt unconsciously, or was it the part of me I’d tried so desperately to suppress surfacing in the worst possible way?I turned and headed to the study. The air inside the room was stifling, but it matched the suffocating weight on my chest. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, poured myself a glass, and downed it in one go. The burn of the alcohol was sharp, but it did little to dull the chaos in my head.Opening the balcony door, I let the cool night air wash over me. I sank into
Evelyn’s POVI bent down slowly, my fingers trembling as I picked up one of the pictures Andrew had thrown at me. My heart raced as the image in my hand sent a chill down my spine. It was a photo of me holding Simeon’s hand. How… how did Andrew get this? When I had sarcastically asked if he was stalking me earlier, I hadn’t expected him to actually do it. But here it was—evidence that he’d hired someone to follow me. I clenched the photo in my hand, my shock instantly turning into anger. Without thinking, I threw it back at him, and asked in a sharp voice,“What is this, Andrew? Am I a prisoner in your house now? A prisoner who can’t step outside without the warden’s permission?” Andrew remained unmoved, his expression cold and stern. “This isn’t about being a prisoner, Evelyn. What exactly were you doing with Simeon?” His question stung, not because I didn’t have an answer, but because of the sheer audacity of it. What did he think I was doing with Simeon? I took a deep bre
Andrew’s POV I stood in the shadows, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, watching as Evelyn quietly slipped into the house. She moved carefully, shutting the door gently, as if trying not to wake anyone. The faint click echoed in the silence, and I waited, my patience thinning with every passing second. She didn’t see me. Her focus was on the stairs, her steps light but quick. It was clear she wanted to get to her room without encountering anyone. But she wouldn’t get that luxury tonight. “Where have you been, Evelyn?” My low, sharp voice immediately broke the stillness. She froze mid-step, clutching her bag tightly. A startled shriek escaped her lips as she turned abruptly, her wide eyes searching the shadows until they landed on me. “Andrew!” she exclaimed. “Why would you do that? You scared me!” I didn’t answer, didn’t move. I just stood there, letting the silence stretch between us. Her brows furrowed as she stepped down from the stairs she was about to climb,
Evelyn's POV I stood there, frozen, my hands clenched into fists as I watched Simeon leave with Sheila. My chest heaved with every breath, the anger bubbling inside me. My eyes burned with the rage coursing through me. How could he? How dare he? When I learned about Sheila, I felt this desperate need to meet her. I had to see for myself what made her so special—why she seemed to be at the center of everything. But every time I tried, something came up, and I was kept away. It felt like the universe was conspiring to keep us apart. Today, I’d had enough. I snuck out of the house, driving for hours, determined to meet this woman who had somehow managed to get involved with everything—or rather, everyone—that used to matter to me. What I didn’t expect was to run into Simeon. Seeing him after all this time—it should have felt like a reunion, a moment of happiness. Instead, his coldness pierced through me like a dagger. Why her? Why Sheila? A woman he barely knew compared to
Sheila's POVAs I stepped out of the building with Simeon, I felt the cool breeze hit my skin. Simeon was quiet beside me, his expression unreadable as we walked to the car. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I stayed silent, giving him the space he seemed to need. When we got into the car, Simeon gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He didn’t turn the ignition or say a word, just stared straight ahead. I could tell the confrontation with Evelyn had drained him. It wasn’t just about meeting her unexpectedly—it was about the love, betrayal, and unresolved feelings she represented. I didn’t blame him for being lost in thought. After what felt like an eternity, I glanced at him, hesitating before softly asking, “Are you alright?” He blinked, as if coming out of a trance, and managed a faint smile. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, but I could hear the strain in his voice. Feeling a pang of guilt, I began to apologize. “I’m sorry, Simeon. I had no idea she was Mrs. Asher. I sh
Simeon's POVThe moment I walked into the grand lobby, my eyes scanned the surroundings in search of Sheila. I didn’t expect the scene that greeted me. Just across the room, I spotted them: Sheila and Evelyn... together. How was this possible? What was Evelyn doing in this part of town? I stared at Evelyn, and saw how beautifully well she had recovered ever since I last saw her at the hospital. My heart seemed to have skipped a beat, watching her so full of life and vigor.Seeing her seated across from Sheila, looking at Sheila as if she was a piece of garbage, set off alarm bells in my head. I'd always known Evelyn to be sharp and outspoken....what was she saying to Sheila?I buried my emotions deep within my heart and walked closer, unnoticed for now, catching the tail end of Evelyn’s words, her tone dripping with disdain. “...what happens when Simeon gets tired of you, too? Who will you latch on to? Let me guess… their grandfather?” Sheila stood frozen, her face pale and sp
Sheila's POV As I walked into the grand lobby of the building, my heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, I felt a wave of nervousness was through me.The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfume. Everything about this place screamed wealth and splendor.Clutching my bag tightly, I approached the reception desk. The woman seated behind it gave me a polite smile. “I’m here for a meeting with Mrs. Asher,” I said to the woman.She nodded and gestured toward the lounge area. “Welcome, Ma’am. You’ll find her at the table near the window.” “Oh, okay, thank you very much,” and made my way toward the spot she indicated. My eyes scanned the tables until they landed on a woman seated in the corner. She was quite hard to miss.She wore a long scarf tied elegantly around her neck, its silk edges catching the light. Her oversized black sunglasses concealed much of her face, but her posture and demeanor were undeniably poised. Something about