Five years ago, policemen beat down the doors of our house and arrested my father for financial fraud. Just as I was about to despair, my friend’s father proposed that I marry his son—Mason. In my grief over daddy’s imprisonment, and unexpected happiness of marrying my childhood love, I was blinded. I vowed to myself that I would be the best wife I could be. But my husband would never love me the way he loved Jade—my best friend who died eight years ago. I pretended everything was fine and kept being a good wife for all these years. However, when I found Jade’s ring in Mason’s pocket and saw her face, alive and beautiful, appear in the live stream, the illusion—my game of house—was shattered.
View MoreFLORENCE’S POVEverything happened in an instant.The scream. The snap of the rope. The sheer terror in Annalise’s eyes.I didn’t think. I just moved.The camera tumbled from my hands as I lunged forward, gripping Annalise’s wrist with both hands. Her weight yanked me forward, my knees slamming onto the wooden plank.“Hold on!” I gasped, my grip tightening around her.Her fingers dug into my arm, shaking violently. “I— I can’t!”“Yes, you can,” I gritted out. “Just hold on to me!”Her legs swung wildly below, nothing but open air and distant pavement beneath her. My stomach twisted, and instantly, everything turned dark. Suddenly, I was no longer looking at Annalise… it was Jade. Jade, screaming and thrashing. My mind tried to catch up with what my eyes were seeing. Memories flooded back from eight years ago when I’d reached my hand out to Jade. And just as I could feel Annalise grip my hand, I could feel my hand grip Jade’s wrist. I scrunched my eyes, praying for the vision to go
FLORENCE’S POVMason had agreed to my proposal, which was a surprise. A pleasant one.It felt like he was finally seeing me for… me. My competence, my talent, my intelligence. Not just as a childhood friend he got stuck with. I wouldn’t delude myself into thinking we were finally on good terms, but… it felt nice. I was on cloud nine as I left the conference room, smiling giddily to myself. I was back in my element, strategizing and coordinating. Mason or no Mason, I chose to be happy and do things I enjoyed rather than revolving my life around him. In the break room, I poured myself a coffee when Annalise walked in. “Hello hello, Miss PR. Aren’t you the talk of the office today!” she said. I blushed. “You heard?” “Oh, yes. The Whitehills don’t deserve your beautiful mind, but oh well,” she sighed dramatically, and I laughed. “Well. As long as Raiden’s agency looks good, I’m happy,” I said. “That’s what I’m here for. Not for Mason.” Annalise smiled with relief at that. “I’m gla
MASON’S POVI closed my eyes for a brief second, exhaling slowly.I knew Florence and her sister weren’t close—hell, Florence never even mentioned her. Vague memories of Emily sitting in the Hart living room or walking around school pricked at me, but nothing was concrete. This didn’t prove much… but Jade’s sudden return, the bug in my room, the media leak, and Daniel showing up… Florence was in the middle of all of it. I hated not knowing things.“There’s something else…” she said. “What?”She simply handed me her tablet with a website open… the website claiming Eternity was entirely propped up by Whitehill Industries. I hated the idea of Florence, once again, waking up alone. But this was critical… “We need to go. Now.” I told my secretary. “Call the car.” ***After the board meeting in the afternoon, I decided to have a quiet lunch and think over strategies when my phone rudely interrupted me. Raiden’s name flashed on the screen. I clenched my jaw and almost ignored it.Alm
MASON’S POVI stared at the headline flashing on my phone screen:Whitehill Family In Turmoil, Future of Eternity Group Foggy.The article was relentless. It hit on my strained relationship with my family and painted a picture of a business propped up by my parents’ wealth, claiming that without their financial support, Eternity Group would fall. It even speculated that my older brother, Clarke, would reclaim control of the family fortune and cast me out. And what hurt the most was a lot of it was factual. But only the people closest to me would have known that. I reached the end of the article when I got a call from my assistant. “Hi, Candace. Please tell me you have something useful.”“The board is demanding an urgent meeting to discuss stock prices,” she said. “They’ve been dropping since the article.” “Yeah, I’m not surprised. Schedule it for this afternoon.” “Already done.”“And Candance?” “Yes, sir?”“Find out who did this.” ***When I walked into the conference room, 12
FLORENCE’S POVThe VIP booth Daniel had booked at the club was lined with 20 bottles of premium liquor. I couldn’t figure out if he really meant to poison me with copious amounts of alcohol or was testing my resolve. Yes, maybe Mason hadn’t been the best husband. Maybe he could have been kinder, gentler… more present. But I couldn’t betray him. And somewhere in me… I still loved him. I would take even this bullet for him. Daniel leaned back, arms crossed, watching me expectantly. Emily smirked, her lips curling as if she knew I wouldn’t go through with it.I grabbed a bottle and twisted the cap off, the sharp scent of whiskey burning my nostrils. Without hesitation, I tilted my head back and downed the entire thing. I felt some of it dribble down my chin while the rest burned my throat. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t want to give Daniel the satisfaction. As I slammed the empty bottle down on the table, I noticed Daniel’s face: surprise. And… a little impressed? “Well, well. I under
FLORENCE’S POVMy breath caught in my throat.Emily?I hadn’t heard the name in so long that I’d almost forgotten it. But she wasn’t even Emily anymore… she was Carmen. Emily smirked, watching the realization dawn on me. “Finally figured it out?”I could barely nod. My thoughts tangled, flashing back to memories I hadn’t touched in years.My parents’ divorce had been a brutal one. Messy. Ugly. Final. I remembered my mother grabbing Emily’s arm and pulling her with her when she left my father. I remembered Emily screaming and crying. I remembered feeling bitter that Mum didn’t take me with them. And now… god knows how many years later… here she was under a different name. Was she hiding? Was she trying to escape something? The man beside her chuckled, breaking the silence. “You two are sisters? That makes this even easier.”Emily laughed. “Flo… meet my boyfriend. Daniel Lockwood.” I’d recall that name anywhere. Lockwood. The direct competitors of Whitehill International. Mason’s a
FLORENCE’S POVThe energy at the studio buzzed with controlled chaos, assistants running back and forth, background models adjusting their outfits, and cameras flashing nonstop.I arrived with Blake, carrying the props and materials we had painstakingly gathered for today’s shoot. This feature was critical for Catwalk Magazine, and Annalise had put her blood, sweat, and tears to make it happen. I wasn’t about to let anything go wrong.As we entered, I spotted Carmen, the lead model, already in the middle of a conversation with her makeup artist. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her… it was almost like looking in a mirror. Except she was taller, her hair was thicker, and her skin looked like glass. She exuded an air of effortless elegance… and arrogance.Her sharp gaze landed on me the second I approached her entourage. Without a word, she reached out and snatched the briefing book from my hands.“We don’t need you,” she said dismissively, flipping through the pages with a bored
FLORENCE’S POVThe hospital air was crisp and sterile, the scent of disinfectant lingering in my nose as I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for discharge papers. My body ached, my mind even more so. Last night’s revelations still clung to me like the smell of cheap alcohol after a long night of drinking. The door to my suite swung open, and Annalise stormed in like a hurricane.“Are you kidding me?” she demanded, throwing her purse onto the chair. “Your husband left you alone at the hospital after he swung at you during a childish fight? What kind of garbage human does that?”Raiden followed behind, his expression unreadable, holding an ice pack to his jaw. “Where the hell is he?” Annalise demanded. “Jade.” was all I could say. She grit her teeth in annoyance. If Mason were here, she would have charged at him herself.“You need to ditch him and be with someone who actually cares about you,” she said.My eyes widened. Who did she mean? “Annalise.” I stood up, steadying myself.
MASON’S POVI stiffened. Jade hadn’t even been back in public for a week, and she was being targeted already? Why? I decided to shift the topic. “Was anything taken?” “Yes…” “What?” She swallowed, looking genuinely shaken. “A design draft for the dress I was supposed to wear to the upcoming fashion show next month. You know… for Urbanite’s big event.”For a moment, I exhaled. It was just a draft, not even a finished piece. “Jade, that’s not exactly—”“But someone came in here looking for it!” she interrupted, her voice urgent. “It means someone wanted to sabotage the show.”“That doesn’t make sense. If this was about you, they would’ve taken something way more valuable—jewelry, personal belongings, money. But they didn’t. Which means…”“This isn’t about me,” she finished.I nodded. “This was meant to send me a message.”Jade bit her lip, hesitating. “Mason… there’s something else.”I raised a brow.“A few days ago, I got a call from Lockwood International. They asked me to reconsi
FLORENCE’S POVOn the night of my husband’s birthday, I placed the cake I’d spent five hours making on the dining table, feeling a flicker of hope. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe he’d walk in, see the effort I’d put in, and smile—really smile—like he used to. Maybe, just for one night, we could be something close to happy.The front door beeped. My heart skipped, anticipation bubbling in my chest. I turned, ready to greet him.Just as Mason spotted the cake, his face turned sour. “Didn’t I tell you not to do this?” he sighed, “I have a jet waiting to take me to Chicago right now.” Even tired from his long day, he looked handsome in his tailor-made designer suit, like the wealthy, powerful CEO he was. I took the cake plate in my hands and went up to him, a big smile on my face. But he didn’t look as happy to see me. “Just take one bite of the cake,” I begged. “It’s your favorite, and I made it myself!” He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Florence, I only ...
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