Steven's Point of View“Hunt down those cursed rats, and I’ll show no mercy as I rip them apart with my bare hands!” I bellowed and slumped down to my office chair."Is this about the issue with the villa and the young madame?" Brandon responded with a timid question.I tightly gripped the papers before me - the contract termination agreement that Mister Klein and I had been discussing for the past few days. He must have thought I wouldn’t anticipate this move. From the beginning, I had suspected that he was aligned with Matteo, the very first time he offered shares to Carter Group.That move raised suspicion with its secretive nature. He knew all too well that our companies were locked in a fierce battle for the top position, so it didn’t make sense to me.Matteo, that fucking psycho. I thought I had already put him six feet under, but it seems like he’s pushing his luck with me. This time, I’ll make sure he deeply regrets ever returning to New York! Rage surged through my veins as
Steven’s Point of ViewAs I approached the building, a solitary figure stood out in the entrance. Hailey. Her clothes and hair were disheveled, and she was weighed down with baggage. Dark circles encircled her eyes like the night sky, and it only highlighted how desperate she seemed to be. When our eyes met, she bolted towards me like a gale wind.“S-Steven, I know it’s you! Please, let Amby go. She won't bother you anymore- I swear it! Where is she? Please tell me.” Tears brimmed in her eyes, and her mouth quivered from fear.My icy eyes fixated on her--like a dagger ready to pierce her, my lips set in a thin line and my palm was clenched so tightly. As her hand reached out to touch me, my hand automatically lashed out and met her skin with a sharp slap.I stared at her for what seemed like eternity before turning my back to her and continued walking. Nonetheless, I was halted when she cried of desperation.“Mr. Carter! I am begging you,” she shouted, dropping to her knees. Tears cov
“Good evening, Missus Carter! After checking, it was confirmed that Mister Carter had departed the company early, as he was feeling unwell.”As I anxiously fiddled with my fingers and nervously nibbled on my lower lip, I listened intently to the dial tone on the other end of the line. It was already midnight, and Steven hadn’t reached out to me since he left the house. Concerned, I decided to call the front desk for any updates. Unfortunately, Steven wasn’t answering any of my calls, and when I attempted to reach out to Brandon, he, too, was unresponsive.‘What is happening?’“Alright, thank you. If ever he called the office, make sure to call me immediately.”“No worries, Missus Carter.”As the call came to an end, my eyes stayed fixated on the screen, longing for it to illuminate with a new incoming call.And after staring at it for so long, I practically leaped out of my seat when it buzzed once more, indicating another call. This time, my excitement got the better of me as I eager
Summer’s Point of View“Missus Carter, please take your medicine. It’s essential for your health and the baby’s well-being. It’s concerning that you’ve been missing doses,” the nurse said, her voice filled with worry. She handed me a glass of water along with my medications.Senior Carter hired a nurse and four maids to take care of Stefani for me, as I was unable to function properly since the day Steven went missing. It had been a week, and there were still no leads on his whereabouts or any clues as to how he had vanished without a trace.The doctor informed me that my memory loss was becoming more stable and that I would soon be back to normal. However, amidst the positive news was the unfortunate revelation that Steven remains unfound.‘Steven, where are you, please? Come back, honey….’Clutching the ring I had held onto since the day I discovered the box's unsettling contents, my mind raced to comprehend the truth. Nestled within the box was a severed hand, adorned with our wedd
Summer’s Point of View“Where are we?” I asked Matteo.He took me along to this undisclosed destination. There were an excessive number of discarded metals, trucks, and sundry items. In lieu of answering, he forcefully pulled me into a place shrouded in darkness. Then, I felt a fabric covering my eyes.“What is this?!” I urged again.“Stop asking. Didn’t you want to see your husband?”His words jolted me, causing me to stand up straight. Without warning, he vigorously grabbed my arm again. Shortly thereafter, I sensed a pair of hands providing assistance as I rose, only to realize we were aboard a yacht. I held my tongue and patiently waited for us to reach our destination.I had absolutely no idea how many hours we had been traveling, but when the yacht came to a stop, all I wanted was to remove the blindfold, run to Steven, and find him. Nonetheless, before I had the chance, Matteo promptly grabbed my arm and yanked me along once more.In one swift motion, he lifted the blindfold fr
Summer’s Point of ViewAs I couldn’t bear seeing him lost in my sight, I stopped in my tracks and sobbed uncontrollably. “I-I can’t leave him!”I raced towards him and embraced him tightly. Suddenly, I noticed his hands were now unbound, as if by a miracle. He held me close and planted a gentle kiss on the top of my head.“Summer!” Matteo’s voice thundered. “Are you trying to fool me?!”“Be quiet, you scum!” Steven rumbled as he sent daggers piercing the man’s direction. He placed me behind his back, protected me with his body by standing firm like a rugged wall against my enemy. His breaths came rapidly, agitate easily discernible in his labored pants. “You never cease to stoop to new lows, do you?! You always play dirty games!”“Isn’t it how the world works? Win through any means necessary. You will break the rules so that you can get ahead in life. Do not pretend that you do not understand what I am implying to.”He raised his gun again, but this time I stepped forward and spread m
Summer’s Point of ViewA multitude of backups had swiftly come after.“We verify the contact number you provide and fortunately confirm that it is indeed owned by Matteo. And thanks to the chip you provide me for tracking purposes in case any unforeseen circumstances arise, everything went smoothly,” Brandon stated confidently.We were presently in the hospital and the doctor reassured us that the gunshot wound on Steven's abdomen posed no immediate danger. However, due to significant blood loss, they need to ensure his complete recovery.As time went by, both Amby and Matteo were apprehended. Additionally, Mister Klein was also imprisoned, as evidence indicated by his involvement as one of the city’s top drug lords. Steven, despite his injuries from Amby’s gunshot, managed to recover. To be honest, every time I saw the scars on his body, it served as a constant reminder of the past.But as they say you couldn't move forward while gazing into the past. We were so content with our circ
Summer’s Point of View“Can you really manage?” Celine extended her slender hand, gripping mine as I stepped out of the car.I smiled weakly in reply, yet all I could do was silently nod in response. I swiftly snatched my hand away from hers and stepped into the house. I had just assigned one of the guards to pick my car for me at the mall.As I perched on the edge of the sofa, my mind was a maelstrom of emotions. Tears refused to fall, yet my heart felt numb, and my stomach churned with dread. I embraced Devon and Stefani tightly though they were already asleep, hoping that their comforting presence would offer me a sliver of strength that I so desperately needed.After a moment, the door creaked open, and I slowly lifted my head. My tears wanted to pour down like a waterfall as I saw the figure in the doorway. Still, I showed no emotion on my face, my body unmoving despite wanting to shrink away."You're early," I forced out, my throat tight and constricting. I stood up on trembling
The house was aglow with festive cheer. Warm lights twinkled on the Christmas tree, and the scent of cinnamon, pine, and freshly baked cookies filled the air. Stefani stood in the kitchen, putting the final touches on a tray of cupcakes. The sound of laughter and chatter echoed through the living room, where both sides of the family—hers and Jacob’s—had gathered for the holidays.This was exactly how she had always imagined it—a full house, filled with the people she loved most. The twins, Elara and Ethan, were playing with their new toys, their excitement bubbling over as they showed their grandparents everything Santa had brought. Stefani glanced over at them and smiled softly, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the fire crackling in the fireplace.It was Christmas, and in just a few days, it would be New Year’s Eve. A fresh start. Stefani couldn't help but reflect on how much had changed since the last holiday season. The ups and downs, the struggles, the tri
The warm sunlight streamed through the curtains as Stefani stretched, listening to the excited giggles from down the hall. Today was a special day, one she had been anticipating for weeks—Ethan and Elara's fifth birthday. Five years. Stefani could hardly believe how quickly time had flown. It felt like just yesterday she was cradling two tiny newborns in her arms, overwhelmed with love and exhaustion. Now, they were running around the house, full of energy and life, growing faster than she ever thought possible.The house buzzed with activity as Stefani got ready. Balloons lined the walls, colorful streamers were draped across the ceiling, and the smell of freshly baked cake filled the air. Today wasn’t just about celebrating the twins; it was also about celebrating how far their family had come—through sleepless nights, laughter-filled days, and moments that had tested them but ultimately brought them closer.“Mommy!” Elara’s voice echoed down the hallway, followed by the sound of li
Stefani’s heart fluttered with excitement as she paced the living room, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She glanced at the clock for the hundredth time, mentally calculating the minutes left before Jacob was supposed to arrive. The house had been transformed into a celebration space, a labor of love that had taken weeks of planning and countless late nights spent coordinating with friends and family. The air was thick with anticipation, and the only thing left to do was wait for the guest of honor to walk through the door.Jacob had reached a major milestone in his career—winning a prestigious award for excellence in business management, something that had been his goal for years. It was a recognition of his hard work, long hours, and dedication, but more than that, it was a symbol of how far he had come. Stefani had watched him pour his heart and soul into his work, even though he once lost sight of their family.So, when she heard about the award, Stefani knew she had to cel
The sun was just starting to rise, casting a golden glow over the city, but Stefani had been up for hours. Her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nerves as she stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair and making final adjustments to her outfit. Today was the day. After years of dreaming, planning, and putting it off for her family, she was about to open her very own bakery.Stefani had always loved baking. It was more than a hobby for her; it was a passion, a way to express her creativity and share joy with others. From the time she was little, she would spend hours in the kitchen, covered in flour and experimenting with different flavors. But as life moved forward—marriage, children, and all the responsibilities that came with them—her dream of opening her own bakery had taken a back seat.Until now.Jacob had been her biggest supporter, urging her to follow her heart and make this dream a reality. He’d helped her find the perfect location for the bakery—a charming l
The school auditorium buzzed with excitement, filled with the soft murmur of parents, teachers, and children waiting for the talent show to begin. Stefani sat beside Jacob in the front row, her heart racing with a mix of pride and anticipation. She held Jacob’s hand tightly, glancing at the small stage where, in just a few moments, Ethan and Elara would perform in their first-ever talent show.The twins, now five years old, had been practicing for weeks. Every day after school, Stefani and Jacob would find them in the living room, dancing, singing, and occasionally arguing over who got to lead. It had been a rollercoaster of giggles, minor frustrations, and endless rehearsals. Now, the big day had finally arrived.Stefani shifted in her seat, excitement bubbling in her chest as she watched the children backstage. "I can't believe our babies are up there," she whispered to Jacob, her voice filled with awe. "It feels like just yesterday they were learning to walk."Jacob smiled, squeezi
The gentle breeze rolled off the sea, carrying with it the salty freshness of the ocean. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the pristine sands of the island they had just arrived on. It felt surreal to Stefani—the beauty of the place, the laughter of her children echoing in the air as Ethan and Elara chased each other down the shore. This island was nothing like anywhere they had been before, and for the first time in a long while, Stefani felt the worries of everyday life slip away.Jacob stood beside her, his eyes locked on the twins with a soft smile tugging at his lips. “It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice warm.Stefani nodded, her fingers lacing through his as she leaned into him. “It’s perfect,” she whispered. “I can’t believe we’re actually here. No work, no stress—just us.”He glanced down at her, something unreadable in his expression. “That’s exactly what I wanted, Stef. Just us. We’ve been through a lot, and I thought we could use so
It was a Wednesday afternoon when Stefani sat by the window, staring out at the garden while Elara and Ethan played outside. Their laughter echoed through the yard, but Stefani couldn’t find it in herself to join in. Her mind was miles away, consumed by the growing distance between her and Jacob.Days had turned into weeks since their last conversation about his workaholic tendencies, and though Jacob had apologized and promised to do better, nothing had changed. He was still coming home late, still missing family dinners, and still buried in projects that seemed more important than their family.The door opened, and Jacob walked in, looking as exhausted as ever. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and his shirt was wrinkled from a long day at the office. He glanced at Stefani, his eyes filled with that same apologetic look she had grown used to."Hey," he greeted her, dropping his briefcase by the door. "Sorry I'm late again. The meeting ran longer than expected."Stefani sighed, h
Stefani sat at the dinner table, her eyes tracing the empty seat across from her. The warm glow from the chandelier above felt dim compared to the brightness that used to fill their family meals. It wasn’t the first night Jacob had missed dinner, but it felt like the hundredth. His absence weighed heavily on her heart, an unspoken distance growing between them.Elara and Ethan, now five, chatted animatedly as they poked at their food, their little voices filling the silence Jacob had left behind. Stefani tried to focus on their laughter, their joy, but her mind kept drifting back to the clock on the wall, ticking louder and louder with every passing second. Each tick felt like a reminder that Jacob was missing yet another evening with his family.“Mommy, when is Daddy coming home?” Ethan’s soft voice cut through her thoughts. His big brown eyes were filled with innocent hope, the kind that still believed his father would walk through the door at any moment.Stefani’s heart clenched. S
Stefani sat by the window in their bedroom, watching the sunset as the soft orange hues danced across the horizon. The house was unusually quiet, save for the distant laughter of their children playing in the living room with their grandparents. She sighed, clutching her phone as her thumb hovered over Jacob’s contact.It had only been a few hours since she last saw him. He had left early in the morning for a meeting, and now the day was fading into night, with no sign of him returning. She knew Jacob loved her deeply, and she had no reason to doubt his loyalty. But still, the whisper of insecurities crawled into her mind ever since Olivia started working in his office.Despite Jacob’s reassurances and the fact that Olivia no longer bothered him, Stefani couldn't help but feel unsettled. She had always been confident in their relationship, but lately, small things seemed to gnaw at her sense of security. The little voice in her head was louder than usual.What if Olivia is still aroun