...ROMAN Me and Xavier sat on the terrace of a chic café, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the bustling streets below. I was dressed in a casual outfit, stirred his coffee absentmindedly, a furrow in his brow. Xavier, ever observant, noticed the tension in my posture and decided to probe gently. Xavier began, his tone light but concerned. "Everything okay with Genevieve? You seem a bit off."I sighed heavily and shook his head, his eyes reflecting a mixture of frustration and sadness. "Not really, Xav. We had an argument this morning, right after spending the night together."Xavier's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What happened? I thought things were going well between you two. You two were on the same page ? "I leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I thought so too. Last night was incredible, but this morning... it all fell apart. We started talking about the future, and things got heated."Xavier nodded, encouraging Roman to continue.
...GENEVIEVE The club was alive with pulsating beats and swirling lights, creating an electric atmosphere that seemed to vibrate with energy. We, girls were at the heart of it all, lost in the music and the thrill of the night. We moved with abandon on the dance floor, our laughter blending with the music as we let loose and enjoyed themselves.Isabella, in a shimmering silver dress, danced close to Arthur, their bodies moving in sync. Arthur’s charming smile and confident demeanor made her forget her earlier frustrations. Amelia, dressed in a bold red outfit, was laughing and flirting with Gabriel, who seemed equally captivated by her vibrant energy. Me and Janice, both looking stunning in their stylish dresses, were dancing together nearby, enjoying the attention from various admirers around us. I held Janice waist as she giggled and we both laughed, enjoying the crazy night. Drinks flowed freely as we were so into our own zones. The conversation was light and flirtatious, f
...GENEVIEVE The morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes of my luxurious hotel suite, casting soft, golden rays across the plush carpet and illuminating the elegant furnishings. The suite, with its high ceilings and modern decor, exuded an air of opulence, fitting for someone of my stature. It was 9 a.m., and I was standing in front of the large mirror, meticulously getting ready for the day ahead.I reached for my favorite perfume, a subtle, sophisticated scent that lingered just enough to make an impression. A few spritzes on my neck and wrists, and I felt the final touch of my ensemble fall into place. My skirt, tailored to perfection, accentuated my every curve, while the blazer I slipped on gave me an aura of authority that was impossible to ignore. Every detail, from my perfectly coiffed hair to my minimalist makeup, was a testament to my meticulous nature.Sitting on the bed, already dressed and waiting, was Janice. She had been watching me get ready with a mix of a
...ROMAN[ Genevieve lingered in the warmth of Arthur’s embrace, the soothing presence easing the remnants of sadness that had weighed on her. She hadn’t realized how long they had been standing there until she sensed another presence behind her. ] When she turned, she saw me standing in the doorway, my eyes dark and piercing, my expression unreadable but charged with an intensity she knew too well.Before she could say anything, Arthur let out an awkward, exaggerated cough, clearly sensing the tension. He gently pulled away from Genevieve, his hands lingering for just a second too long before he stepped back. "Well," he said, glancing between the two of us, "I should probably go… before I become the third wheel." He shot Genevieve a knowing look before turning on his heel and disappearing back inside, leaving the two of us alone on the balcony.Genevieve watched him go, slightly confused, before she turned back to me, only to be met with a glare that could cut through steel.
...GENEVIEVE Me and Janice were sitting comfortably on the plush, velvet couch, a few polaroids and phone pictures spread out on the coffee table in front of us. The sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting a warm, golden glow across the room, enhancing the vibrant hues of the photographs. The air was filled with the easy, lighthearted vibe of two close friends reliving their favorite moments.I leaned back, my laughter ringing through the room as I pointed at one particular photo where I had been caught off-guard, mid-laugh, my hair tousled by the wind on the Vegas strip. “I look ridiculous here!” I chuckled, shaking my head as Janice leaned over, squinting at the picture with a grin.“No, you look like you’re having the time of your life," Janice teased, nudging me lightly. "Vegas really brought out the wild side in you, huh?”I smirked and rolled my eyes playfully. “It was all your fault. You were the one dragging me from one crazy adventure to the next!”Jan
...GENEVIEVE Janice and I descended the grand staircase together, the sound of our footsteps barely audible over the faint chatter coming from the living room below. “ you’re in trouble “Janice whispered to me as we neared the bottom, I could see my father, Rosalind, Olivia, and Emma gathered near the entrance, their faces filled with anticipation as they welcomed Roman, Xavier, Arthur, and Roman’s grandmother into my home. Yes my home. It was MY family’s home. It was our home. I couldn't help the small smile that crept onto my lips. Mentally, I applauded herself for the little plot twist I was about to set in motion. My casual appearance was going to throw everyone off, and I relished the thought of Rosalind's reaction. As me and Janice walked closer, the conversation in the room hushed. All eyes turned to me, their expressions ranging from surprise to thinly veiled disapproval. There I stood, dressed in her cozy sweatshirt and well-worn sweatpants, a sharp contrast to ever
...GENEVIEVE Janice’s mind raced as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. I had always been full of surprises, but this—this was something else entirely.I knew my sister and everything was on her face. She couldn’t hide anything. Jake stood beside me, tall and confident, with an air of nonchalance that matched her own. His eyes swept the room with a subtle smirk, clearly aware of the bombshell he had just walked into. His arm was still draped over my shoulder in that familiar, possessive way, and it was clear from our body language that this was no casual introduction. This was calculated. This was deliberate.Janice blinked, her gaze flicking between me and Jake, trying to reconcile the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. Was I serious? Heck I was. A *boyfriend*? Now? In the middle of Olivia’s wedding discussions? I could practically hear the collective gasps of everyone in the room as they slowly processed the revelation.My father, seated beside me just
...GENEVIEVE I leaned casually against the wall, a smirk playing on my lips as Roman stalked toward me, his eyes blazing with fury. The tension between us was palpable, crackling in the air like electricity. Just as he reached me, Roman slammed me against the wall, caging me in with his body. She let out a playful chuckle, which only deepened his glare.“Think this is funny?” he hissed, his voice low and deadly.I raised my chin defiantly, a cheeky smile still tugging at my lips. “Maybe,” I teased, my eyes gleaming with amusement. I wanted to get on his nerves. To make him mad. To make him regret loving me just like his sister did to me. In response, Roman’s hand shot out, slamming against the wall next to my head. The sound echoed in the silence of the room. Startled, my eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, a soft sigh escaping my lips. I tried to push him away, my palms pressing against his chest, but Roman was relentless. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my
...AUTHOR’S POVGenevieve stood quietly, her hands clasped in front of her as she watched Olivia, who was seated on the couch with her head in her hands. Olivia’s shoulders shook with silent sobs, and her face was pale, a stark contrast to the fiery confidence she often carried. The raw vulnerability in Olivia’s posture struck Genevieve deeply. She wasn’t just looking at her sister who had caused her pain—she was looking at someone consumed by guilt, someone struggling with the consequences of their own choices.Genevieve’s heart ached, but not with anger. Despite everything Olivia had done—the lies, the betrayal, the manipulation—Genevieve couldn’t bring herself to hate her. She could see how much Olivia regretted it, how her actions had broken her just as much as they had hurt others.Taking a deep breath, Genevieve stepped forward. Her heels clicked softly against the wooden floor, drawing everyone’s attention. The room fell silent as she approached Olivia, who flinched slig
...AUTHOR’S POVOlivia sat alone in her room, the weight of her conversation with Genevieve pressing heavily on her chest. The words Genevieve had spoken echoed in her mind: “I do love him, but I also know you love him more… I can do anything for my sisters.” At the time, Olivia had hugged her sister, even smiled in gratitude, but now, hours later, the guilt gnawed at her like a relentless tide, pulling her under.She couldn’t shake the image of Genevieve’s gentle smile, her selfless forgiveness. It was like a mirror reflecting everything Olivia had done wrong. Genevieve’s kindness had disarmed her completely, and for the first time, Olivia found herself questioning the choices she had made. She had spent so long justifying her actions, convincing herself that Roman was meant to be hers, that she had fought for love. But was it really love? Or was it greed, just like her mother had once admitted?Sighing deeply, Olivia reached for her phone, her hands trembling as she scrolled
...AUTHOR’S POV The evening was peaceful, with the soft hum of conversation and the gentle clinking of teacups filling the cozy living room. Genevieve, Janice, and Rosalind sat around the table, the warm glow from the lamps casting a comforting light on their faces as they shared a quiet moment. Outside, the world was slowly slipping into twilight, but inside the house, the calm seemed to promise solace after the storm of emotions they’d all been through.Genevieve leaned back in her chair, sipping her tea thoughtfully, while Janice fiddled with her cup, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim. Rosalind, who had been unusually quiet for most of the evening, looked deep in thought as well, occasionally glancing at her daughters with an air of regret that none of them had yet been able to understand fully. The stillness was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open.In strode Olivia, her face flushed with anger, her steps sharp and purposeful as she stormed into the
...AUTHOR’S POV The dining room was bathed in soft morning light, the golden rays spilling through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the elegantly set table. Genevieve’s father sat at the head of the table, sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper, his usual composed demeanor slightly relaxed as he waited for everyone to gather. Rosalind sat to his right, delicately arranging a plate of toast, while Janice, on his left, idly stirred her tea, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. The clinking of cutlery and soft rustling of the newspaper were the only sounds breaking the quiet morning.The soft patter of footsteps drew their attention, and Genevieve appeared at the entrance. She was dressed simply but elegantly, her hair loosely tied back, her face calm and composed. “Good morning,” she greeted softly, her voice carrying a hint of weariness as she took a seat across from her father.Her father smiled warmly, folding the newspaper and setting it aside. “Good morning, s
...AUTHOR’S POVGenevieve lay sprawled on her bed, her gaze fixed on the ornate ceiling above her. The dim light of the evening painted soft shadows across the room, the quiet hum of the city outside barely audible through the thick curtains. The bedspread, an intricate pattern of gold and cream, seemed to swallow her small frame as she sank deeper into the mattress. Her face was calm, but her red-rimmed eyes and the occasional twitch of her lips betrayed the storm she was enduring within.Isabella, Janice, and Amelia sat cross-legged on the bed around her, forming a silent semicircle. For the past thirty minutes, no one had said a word. The room was heavy with unspoken emotions, the kind that pressed down on your chest and made every breath feel labored.Janice absently picked at the hem of the blanket, her usually lively demeanor replaced by a pensive stillness. Amelia fiddled with her bracelet, the soft clinking of the charm breaking the silence now and then. Isabella, perc
...AUTHOR’S POVThe tension in the room was suffocating, the silence broken only by the sharp slap of a file being thrown onto the polished conference table. Everyone’s eyes turned to Xavier, who stood at the head of the room, his jaw clenched and his hand still resting on the now-disheveled pile of papers. His normally calm demeanor was gone, replaced by an edge of frustration and tension that was palpable.Roman gaze flickered between Xavier and the reports, confusion etched on his face. He leaned forward, his voice low and steady but laced with unease. “What is this, Xavier?”Xavier rubbed his face with both hands, the gesture betraying his frustration and hesitation. He looked at Roman with an intensity that made everyone in the room hold their breath. “These,” Xavier said, his voice taut, “are Olivia’s pregnancy reports.”The air seemed to thicken around Roman. His heart began to pound in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears. He froze, his confusion deepening into s
...GENEVIEVE I sat on the edge of the plush couch, my hands folded neatly in my lap, though my knuckles were white from the tension running through me. My head laid on the head of couch staring blankly at the wall while waiting for my father. The grand living room felt colder than usual, its ornate chandelier casting shimmering patterns across the marble floor. I was waiting for her father to arrive, the seconds dragging on endlessly. The soft ticking of the clock on the wall only heightened my restlessness. My heart was heavy, my mind a whirlpool of emotions she could barely contain.I looked toward the towering window, the golden hues of the setting sun doing little to warm the chill that gripped my chest. My thoughts wandered to the turmoil of recent days, the choices I’d made, the bridges I feared I’d burned.The sound of approaching heels echoed sharply through the quiet room. I turned my head, my posture stiffening instinctively. Rosalind entered the room with an air of
...ROMANI sighed deeply, sinking back into the worn leather of my chair. My gaze wandered aimlessly around my office, but my thoughts were far away, tangled in the delicate intricacies of my own schemes. The plan to trap Olivia in her game consumed me, its threads tightening like a web. The room was quiet save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, its rhythm a constant reminder of the time slipping through my fingers. My fingers drummed idly against the edge of my desk, my mind running through every possible move and countermove.The sudden creak of the door startled me. My head snapped up, my thoughts abruptly severed, and he turned toward the source of the intrusion. The sight of her standing in the doorway made my heart stutter for a beat. Olivia. She stood there as if she owned the space, her expression unreadable yet tinged with a faint, unsettling confidence. My whole body filled with anger but I remained calm. The soft hum of tension in the room grew louder.
...ROMAN The atmosphere in the room was heavy, the kind of tension that seeped into every corner and pressed down on everyone present. I sat in one of the large chairs in the conference room, my elbows resting on the mahogany table, my hands clasped tightly together. My face was pale, my eyes shadowed from a sleepless night, and my usual air of confidence had been stripped away, leaving only raw vulnerability. Genevieve’s father, sat at the head of the table, his stern expression softened by a glimmer of sadness. He sighed deeply, the sound loud in the silence that followed. “Roman,” He began, his voice low but steady, “why did you cheat on my daughter?”I flinched as though struck. I shook my head quickly, my words tumbling out in a frantic attempt to defend myself. “I didn’t,” I said, my voice strained. “I swear I didn’t. I—” I paused, running a hand through my already disheveled hair. “I was drunk. I don’t even know how Olivia ended up there. I know I didn’t… I would