GENERAL POVElsa paced along the length and breadth of her wide bedroom.The thud of her steps was audible on the patterned carpet beneath her feet.Her phone dangled loosely from her hand, swaying with every sharp turn she made.Her face was a red mask, contorted in a mixture of great fury and disbelief.Her brow was furrowed deeply, and her mouth pulled into a tight, thin line. Her lips twitched occasionally, as if words of frustration were threatening to spill out at any moment, but all that emerged was a low, aggravated huff.She squeezed the phone tighter, as though willing it to disappear. The room felt suffocating, her thoughts crashing violently inside her head.“How could he?”Her palms were trembling as she muttered under her breath, her voice tight with anger.“How could the old man really do this?” The words felt foreign on her tongue, like speaking them aloud made the betrayal even more real. Then suddenly she stopped moving, her chest rising and falling rapidly as sh
GENERAL POVOwen's fingers moved rhythmically over the keyboard, and his eyes focused on the screen as lines of text filled the page. Then, after some time and ever so gradually, the rhythm started to falter. His pace was slowing down, and his gaze began to drift away from the computer screen.There was this small smile that started to play on his face, a subtle shift from the concentration he had held moments before. And the image behind all that was one person—Claire.It was her again. The third time today, in fact, that she had invaded his thoughts. He couldn't help it; there was something about her—her sharp wit, the way her intelligence commanded attention without effort, and the quiet elegance with which she carried herself.She wasn't just beautiful; she carried herself with the kind of confidence that made everyone around her stand a little straighter.That quality in women was rare.Owen's mind wandered further, recalling the way she would challenge his ideas with that k
ISABELLA’S POVThe morning was fresh, and Michael and I were walking side by side along the beach. The vacation house was only a few steps behind us.It was close enough to show faint outlines of the porch lights that still glimmered.It felt like the whole world was slowly waking up, just for us."How has this week flown by so quickly?" I mused, glancing over at him with a soft smile.Michael chuckled, looking so relaxed in a way I had gotten used to since we came.After then, he nudged my shoulder quietly.We strolled, listening to the waves break gently against the shore, sharing quiet thoughts and little jokes as the sun lifted higher, its light glinting off the water and casting a golden glow on everything around us.Nearly an hour drifted by before we finally decided to return.Moments later, when we got back inside, I noticed something different about Michael. There was suddenly this mischievous glint in his eyes. He looked like he was up to something, and I couldn’t help bu
(GENERAL POV)That afternoon, the Howard family gathered in the grand living room of Grandpa Howard’s estate.At the head of the table, Grandpa was sitting, scanning the faces of everyone at the table, then slowly and steadily his focus was balanced solely on the vacant chair opposite him, where Michael was used to sitting during their meetings.Except that today he wasn't around; he was still away enjoying his vacation with his wife to be, Isabella.But nevertheless, the chair seemed to remind the old man of the exploits of his industrious grandson.Today, as of recent, he seemed especially proud and happy, considering all they have achieved so far in the company, from numerous products selling out to explosive contract bids now coming their way, twice that of the previous.Grandpa’s voice bore a mix of authority and pride when he spoke.“Well, I don’t need to tell all of you how far we’ve come,” he started, a glint of satisfaction lighting his eyes. “And I dare say, much of that su
(GENERAL POV)Moments after Mr. Howard saw the contents, panic surged through him.His eyes continued to widen, the familiar lines of age on his face tightening as he felt the tremor in his hands; his fingers were shaking, and there was this sudden cold feeling in his spine.From the dining room, Richard’s voice floated in. “Come off it, darling; you should have seen how they all reacted when Michael started joking about the budget cuts! I swear, half of them were ready to throw a party!”The laughter that followed was boisterous, a sharp contrast to the tension Grandpa was battling with.Grandpa squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment, trying to block out the light that felt like a cruel joke. He was thinking bitterly to himself.They have no idea what’s at stake.He glanced behind him, hearing Richard continue, his words echoing like taunts.“Just wait until we show them how the Howard family really does business! No one can resist our charm!”The lightheartedness of the convers
NATHAN’S POVIt was Saturday, and I found myself pacing around my new apartment, but no amount of comfort from its wide space and exclusive decor could calm down the chaos inside me.The apartment was two- bedrooms with high ceilings and large windows that offered a clear view of the neighborhood and of nature.Coming here was supposed to bring me peace. After all, I had moved out of my parents' house for space….mental space. Yet, here I was, wearing a loose T-shirt and jeans, trying to relax on the sleek, gray couch, but my thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. The new sense of independence didn’t bring clarity. If anything, it just amplified the questions swirling in my mind.And at the center of this chaos was Lilian.We had agreed to stay friends... just friends. But the truth was, I wasn’t sure if I had actually agreed.I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.It was like standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing the jump would be terrifying but also unable to stay where I was.Then, to make m
GENERAL POVNathan pulled into the parking lot of Owen’s apartment building as the midday sun began to set.The familiar sight of Owen’s luxury sports cars lined up in neat rows caught his attention. One of them—a gleaming, creamy new model—stands out at once.“Typical Owen, always collecting something flashy.”Normally, Nathan would’ve smirked at the display, but tonight, his mind was too heavy for any amusement; he was not in a good mood.As he stepped out of his car, the warm breeze brushed against his skin.He walked across the lot, his brown shoes making soft, purposeful thuds on the pavement.When Nathan finally reached Owen’s door, he hesitated for a moment, his hand hanging in the air a little before he knocked. The first knock echoed through the quiet hallways. And was followed by silence.His brow furrowed slightly, then he knocked again, louder this time. After that, he started to hear the footsteps from inside.In a few seconds, the door creaked open, and Owen appeared
ISABELLA’S POVThe plane landed with a soft jolt, and the engines slowly quieted as we taxied to a stop. I sat back for a moment, taking in the last fragrance of peace from our vacation. I still couldn't believe I had almost said no to this trip, almost convinced myself I didn't have time. But thanks to God, Michael had been persuasive, and now I couldn't imagine missing those sunlit mornings, the quiet walks along the shore, the food, and, of course, the rare luxury of our time together. I would've loved to extend it just a little longer. But reality had other plans.Yesterday, my assistant Claire had messaged me.and had sounded really urgent, as always. There was a patient in critical condition at the hospital. A middle-aged woman with a ruptured aneurysm, hanging on by a thread.They needed me, specifically. No one else could perform the delicate surgery required. There was no refusing this call. So with no other choice, we had to put an end to the vacation.The plane doors