Antonio’s POVI leaned back in the soft leather chair, sipping my drink and letting the warmth of the whiskey burn gently as it went down. The slow music playing in the background made the whole atmosphere relaxed.This private club was as luxurious as it was exclusive—a place where people like me could unwind and take care of business without anyone watching. I'd been using it since I came to this city to arrange private meetings with people and also to enjoy and relax my nerves.Tonight was different, though. I was in an unusually good mood. Guess who was with me, enjoying their drinks? Would anyone even believe they would be here with me?It was none other than Mr. Shepherd, Stevenson’s most trusted friend, and Mr. Ryan, Stevenson's most trusted lawyer. Both men had played their parts perfectly, and I was very pleased that I could get them to work for me.The two most important people Stevenson relied so much on. Who said money couldn'
Stevenson’s POVThe same night….I sat alone at the bar, just staring at my glass, lost in thought. My life had taken such a drastic turn, and now, here I was, no longer the CEO of the company I had dedicated years of time and hard work to grow.Antonio and Phoebe had taken everything from me and even dragged Fiona into their mess. How could it have come to this?But what puzzled me most was how Fiona knew about the 5% of shares I’d secretly sold. I’d been careful, very careful, to cover it up, even using her shares to balance the numbers.This was the reason I’d initially wanted her shares transferred to my name—it would have made everything so much easier to hide. But somehow, Fiona found out. And now, everyone was aware that I didn’t own the highest percentage of shares in my own company.I was certain that I hadn’t told anyone. My lawyer had processed everything discreetly. No one at the company had noticed a thing, so how di
Fiona’s POVI sat back in the warm spa, the steam rising around me, as I enjoyed the treatment. Yesterday had been an intense day, but the look on Stevenson’s face when he realized he’d lost everything—it was all worth it. The shock, the defeat... He deserved it for all his lies, for all the betrayal.“I’ll never forget that look,” I said to Phoebe, who lay beside me with her face covered in a cooling mask. “Your father really had it coming. After everything he did to us.”Phoebe smiled beneath her mask. “He definitely did. I even made some calls to find out more about his mistress to humiliate the slut, but there’s no progress yet. She’s either hiding really well or she’s not who we think she is.”I sighed, letting the heat of the spa melt my worries away. “Honestly, I don’t even care about her anymore. Let her have him. I just want to enjoy my life now, without constantly thinking about Stevenson and his affairs.”Phoebe laughed softly.
Sheila’s POV I wasn’t planning on running into Phoebe and her mother today. My main goal was simple: grab a few clothes for my mom before she got discharged from the hospital. The doctor had decided to run a thorough checkup on her, which extended her stay by two more days. I thought I’d use this time to pick out something nice for her, something to cheer her up after such a long hospital stay.Kane, one of my bodyguards, had suggested this boutique when I mentioned I needed to stop by the mall. I hadn’t expected the prices to be this high, though. Even with the money Grandpa had given me, I didn’t want to waste it on luxuries. I still needed to plan for my future, especially after I left Andrew’s life. Just as I was browsing through the racks, I felt a shadow looming over me. It was Phoebe and her mother, Fiona. Great. Of all people to run into.I ignored them and moved on to another section after the stupid stunt they had just played
Sheila’s POVAs soon as I spotted the new rack, I dramatically exclaimed, “Wow. These are exactly what I’ve been looking for! No wonder I couldn’t find anything earlier.”The assistant chimed in, loudly announcing, “These are from a very expensive collection. Are you sure you can afford them?”I smiled at the bait and responded, “I’ll take a few. The price isn’t an issue. I've been looking for this exact collection, which is why I haven't really picked many dresses since I came.”Right on cue, Phoebe’s obnoxious voice rang out just as I expected. “I’ll buy every dress on this rack,” she stated arrogantly.The assistant feigned surprise and glanced at both of us as if confused about what to do at that point.“These dresses are more expensive than others, ma’am,” she warned, then gestured toward me. “And this lady here seems to be interested in some of the collection. Perhaps, you can check out other sections so that you'll have va
Sheila’s POV The manager smiled warmly. “Yes, it’s been in storage for a while. We’re so grateful you’ve decided to buy it all to support the poor and local modeling agencies that would really appreciate it.”Two women standing nearby exchanged glances, one of them whispering loudly, "Why would they donate old clothes to local agencies? Are they that cheap?"The other woman nodded, her voice low but sharp. "For all their talk about money, you’d think they’d buy something new and classy. This looks more like they’re trying to get rid of leftovers."Another shopper chimed in, shaking her head. "If they really wanted to help, they’d do better than outdated rags. I'm sure they bought these clothes at a very discounted price, but when they want to shop for themselves, they go for new collections and spend millions.”Phoebe, realizing she had been deceived, lashed out angrily at the assistant. “You tricked me! I thought they were the late
Fiona’s POVThe house was unusually quiet as Phoebe and I sat in the living room after returning from the boutique.We both sat in silence, not exchanging a word after Phoebe had received a call from an angry Antonio on our way home. He sounded furious and told Phoebe to wait for him here because he was on his way.I could see the tension in Phoebe as her eyes flickered between me and the clock. I tried to tell her to relax and that I would help her explain things to Antonio, but she still seemed agitated.She knew it was only a matter of time before Antonio stormed in, and sure enough, his footsteps soon echoed down the hallway.“Phoebe!” Antonio’s voice roared through the house as he entered the room, his face twisted with rage. His eyes locked onto her immediately. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Do you realize how embarrassing that was?”Phoebe’s face drained of color, and her shoulders hunched slightly, looking like
Alan's POVI stood awkwardly in front of Mr. Romero, the air in the room heavy and tense. His office was cold and simple, with only a few expensive pieces of furniture placed around.Despite how cool and expensive everywhere seemed, it still felt like I was surrounded by danger. My hands were sweaty, my throat was dry, and my stomach was twisted with fear and frustration. This was the last place I wanted to be, but there was no avoiding it today.Romero sat behind his desk, his fingers drumming slowly on it as his dark eyes bored into mine. He hadn’t said a word yet, but the silence was worse than anything he could have thrown at me. I had failed, and we both knew it. That deal with Xeron Enterprise was supposed to be mine— ours. But it had slipped through my fingers, and now I was standing here like a schoolboy waiting for punishment.“Alan,” Romero finally spoke, his voice calm, almost too calm. That calmness was more terrify