The air was thick between the sisters, heavy with all that wasn't said. Standing together, the strong bond that always seemed to tie them felt stretched thin like a thread that might snap at any second. Each of them went tumbling into a world of their own: obsession, confusion, jealousy-pulling into the intoxicating façade of a perfect evening.Jayla's hands tightened over the stem of her champagne glass as she took a slow sip, attempting to cool off the erratic beat of her heart. The warmth of the drink did little to settle the storm churning inside of her. Axel was here-she knew it. Her chest constricted with the ache of needing to see him again-to know he was hers and only hers. Restless, she scanned the ballroom for a glimpse, any glimpse, of him.The conversation around them had turned to tonight's entertainment-whispers of something about to take place. But Jayla wasn't listening. The words flowed past her like background noise, no more than a blur against the single focus in her
He vanished into the sea of people as silently as an ombre, leaving Jayla, Jade, and Jasmine panting at the rim of the ballroom. Laughter and chatter became a humming noise, but it felt so far away from them at that moment, a muffled buzz beneath the pounding of their hearts.The breath in Jayla's lungs was shallow, her chest tight with frustration. It was Axel; she knew that with absolute certainty-the cut of his jaw under the mask, the confident way he had carried himself all evening. Yet when she was finally close enough to say what she intended, he seemed to have vanished into the sea of glittering gowns and suits, leaving her standing in the wake of her desperation.She looked at her sisters, but neither one of them was looking back at her. Something was wrong. That connection they had, that unspoken understanding passing between them, felt as though it had been stretched taut, strained. And down deep, beneath the surface, Jayla could feel the slow churn of possessiveness turn to
For a split second, everything in the grand ballroom hall seemed to slow down.Jasmine's heart pounded in her chest as her gaze locked onto her sister, Jayla. The whirling gold lights of the gala swirled around them; the chatter of amusement and clinking glasses faded into the far hum. It was just the two of them across the room, staring and frozen in a moment that was too heavy, too charged to comprehend.Jayla, halfway towards the exit, her emerald gown shimmers with reflected light from the chandelier, slowly turning towards Jasmine with an expression resolute, a glance that sends a sharp chill down her spine enough to raise gooseflesh on her arms. Why is she going in the same direction as me? Jasmine's mind raced. What is she doing? Who is she following?It couldn't be.Her breath caught in her throat, as the bitter taste rose at the back of her mouth. Jasmine's pulse raced as a wave of confusion washed over her. This isn't right. Why does she look so determined? And why is she he
The grand ballroom, once so alive with laughter and echoes of music, now felt like a cold, suffocating tomb. The soft illumination from the chandeliers provided no relief from the tension hanging heavy in the air.Jayla, Jasmine, and Jade stood at the edge of the room, staring at the grand doors that had slammed shut, cutting them off from the man they all thought they knew. Between them, the truth hung in the air, ugly and undeniable.One man.Three sisters.One massive betrayal.But none knew at whom to direct their anger at. Not yet.Jayla was the first to move, her chest rising and falling in sharp, erratic breaths. Never had she felt such a storm of emotions assaulted her all at once-possessiveness, jealousy, and disbelief. The fact that Axel, her Axel, could have been lying to her, could have been with both of her sisters, tore at her insides."This can't be real," Jayla whispered, more to herself than to her sisters. Her hands shook as she pulled her gaze slowly from the grand
This grand ballroom felt as if it were closing around them, suffocating in its grandeur. Jayla, Jasmine, Jade-three sisters, so close their whole life-now stood oceans apart, separated by a singular, devastating truth.Axel. Brock. Alexander.The same man.Jayla's eyes darted between her sisters, trying to keep her breathing steady as the full weight of it hit her. She wanted to scream to refute, to deny everything so obviously standing before her. How could it be that they’d all been seeing him? How could it be that her Axel had somehow become their Brock or Alexander?Her throat tightened. She needed him to be hers. He had to be. That thought was the only thing anchoring her at the moment. But now, looking at her sisters, each of their faces reflecting her very same belief and jealousy, she knew she couldn't just claim him openly.At least, not just yet.Jasmine's heart raced, her fingers fisting into the fabric of her dress until it might rip off. Alexander had been her salvation,
THE GRANDEUR OF THE BALLROOMWhat had once been the grand ballroom now felt like a cage. Jayla, Jasmine, and Jade stood in silence, their hearts still racing with the enormity of it all. Around them, the laughter, the music, the soft glow of chandeliers continued, but none seemed to break through the heavy tension that weighed upon their chests.One man, three hearts.They had always been so close, the kind of sisters who could finish each other's sentences, who shared an unbreakable bond that nothing in the world could touch-not even the ruthless world of wealth and privilege . But now? That bond had been shaken. Axel, Brock, Alexander-whatever name he went by-had inadvertently driven a wedge between them.And yet, neither one of them dared utter it.Jayla's head spun as her gaze slipped out into the crowded room; her hand trembled slightly, clutching her champagne glass tightly. It had to be a lie; she just couldn't fathom such a thing. Axel was hers, he had to be. He had kissed her
The limousine glided smoothly down the streets, the soft hum of the engine the only sound between the sisters. The City lights outside flickered through the window frames, casting streaks shadows across their faces. Yet, inside the car, a different kind of light flickered: the silent storm of emotions hidden beneath their masks.Jayla, Jasmine, and Jade sat in tense, charged silence, each sister lost in her thoughts, their emotions swirling like the dark clouds that seemed to hang over them.They had decided to keep the truth from Axel/Brock/Alexander for now and instead threatened to confront him separately. Still, the weight of it all was just too heavy to shake off.They had always been able to read each other so easily, but now, it felt like the tension was an impenetrable wall separating them apart even as they sat together.Jayla's mind raced.She watched the passing city lights but her mind was miles away, going back to the ballroom, going back to the very moment she first loc
The early morning sunlight crept into the magnificent mansion, illuminating the quiet halls. It was tranquil, on the outside. But Inside, there was a brewing storm.Each sister lay in bed, their thoughts tangled through the night, yet the revelation of the gala gnawed at their minds. Axel. Brock. Alexander.The man they had thought they knew in and out, the man they thought was theirs alone had been at the gala despite giving each of them a reason as to why he couldn't attend the family dinner.Jayla sat on the edge of her bed in her room, staring blankly out of the window. Her mind raced around in circles. Axel had told her he couldn't make it due to work, but then she saw him at the gala. And yet, it just could not have been some sort of mistake. She knew it was his voice that she heard.He must have a good reason, she muttered to herself, her timbre shaking while clutching onto her phone. He loves me. He would never lie to me, not over something like this.Her fingers danced on the
Golden sun streams came through the window into the Johnson mansion to bathe the great dining room with its warmth. Three days since the accident had happened, and it is within the atmosphere brought along by such a situation in life. All was well but the surface of each heart seated on hot coals -and burned so much more under Jasmine's skin than any person could imagine.She sat at her vanity, brushing her hair in slow, deliberating strokes while her mind replayed events of the past week: screeching tires, the near miss with the car, and now Jade getting into an accident. The doubt in her mind as to Jayla's involvement in it all was first just a murmur, one she dismissed for paranoia. But now? Now it was a scream she could no longer ignore.The hand closed on the hairbrush in a grip that was almost crushing as the signs turned stark: Jayla had tried to kill her with the "accident" on the street and, failing that, had gone after Jade, tampering with her brakes. In Jasmine's blood, the
Jayla sat cross-legged on the plush velvet couch in the living room of the Johnson mansion, a smirk twisting her lips. The dim light from the antique chandelier above outlined features that were almost sinister. She swirled the wine in her hand absently, as if it was the glass that was the perfect metaphor of the chaos she had unraveled.She leaned back and blew a harsh breath, the thought running like sugar on fire in her head. It was almost too good. Jade lay in the hospital after that near-fatal car accident. She hadn't died-unfortunately-but was shaken enough to keep her off-balance."Not dead yet," Jayla muttered to herself, a hard smile tugging on her lips-" but shaken. That's good enough for now."She was pleased with that image of her sister being helpless, lying in that hospital bed-so meek and weak. The whole neighborhood had thought of Jade for all those years as the "peacemaker"-way too sweet and far too good. But Jayla knew better. Jade does have ambition, and with each p
Sarah's heels clicked loudly against the floor of her dark apartment as Sarah tread back and forth, holding tightly onto her phone, with the cryptic messages seared into her brain. "Jayla isn't the only one with secrets." Words cut into her like a knife through confidence so laboriously built. And she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her every move, someone dangerous.The possibilities swirled in her mind. Who was behind these messages? Axel? Not likely. He did not need to spook her like this, not when he also benefited from their arrangement. But the idea that someone else, someone outside her control, pulled the strings left her cold.Her glass of wine remained untouched on the counter; she didn't dare pour another, not now, not when her head needed to stay sharp. Whoever this unknown force was, they were playing a dangerous game, and Sarah would be damned if she let them win.Her phone buzzed again within the grasp of her palm.Unknown Number: "Tick tock, Sarah.
Jayla's hand had been shaking the whole time as she finally hit the lock on the screen of her phone and buried it deep in her pocket as if it would make the message go away. She stepped out into the chill late evening breeze that bit into her skin as she entered the parking lot of the hospital while passing headlights blurred into a kaleidoscope of color as her mind whirled with two questions: Who? How?She had planned it down to the last letter. The timing and the setup were all supposed to be perfect. Instead, that message, dripping with sarcasm, whispered against the back of her neck, as if someone had begun to unwrap the layers of her plans and were giggling at what lay beneath.But who could it be? Sarah? No. Jayla hadn't caught any hints that Sarah was suspicious of her, and she had always seemed more focused on Jasmine anyway. Axel? The thought sent a ripple of doubt through her. He was cunning enough to play a double game, but why?Jayla clenched her teeth, forcing herself to
Jayla paced her room; her thoughts were turbulent as the storm raged within her heart. She had fisted her hands by her sides, her jaw set tight in anger as memories of that party replayed themselves in her mind like a broken record. The smugness radiating from Jasmine grated on her like fingernails on a chalkboard, as did Jade's incessant trying to play mediator. It was infuriating how Jade always came off as the calm, neutral sister, yet somehow she had a knack for keeping them all under her thumb, pretending she wasn't part of the chaos she secretly fueled.Jayla sat on the edge of her bed-no, perched, like a predator waiting for exactly the right moment to strike. Her gaze flickered toward her laptop, the messages glowing on the screen, anonymous. "Do it right, and no one will suspect you." In her mind, those sounded like a whispered encouragement for her plan. The tension in the house had built up, like a pressure cooker, over weeks, and Jayla knew just how she could use that.Jad
Anger brewed inside her like a silent storm as Jayla stared at the screen of her laptop, her fingers frozen above the keyboard. The voice message replayed in her head like a tape, each word lighting another spark to the ones that had already been lit. Jasmine and Jade had teamed up, didn't she. Her sisters. She bit into her teeth as humiliation replayed in her head, giggles, murmurs, and judgmental stares. They had planned her downfall, and now they were going to pay. But not with the petty games they had gotten so used to. This time, Jayla would play for keeps. Her eyes had fallen on the anonymous message displayed on her phone: "Time to even the odds." Shivers ran down her spine, as that just fed determination she simply could not avoid. Whoever this was, he certainly seemed to understand the amount of anger and needed some payback; it sounded almost like a voice into her most hidden soul part. A plan was beginning to formulate in Jayla's mind-the crystallization of her thought
Jade paced around her room, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet. The dim light emanating from her night lamp itself had a slight flutter to it, casting eerie shadows across the walls. Her fingers toyed with one hanging thread of her cardigan, telling all the turmoil brewing inside. The mayhem of the party had left her restlessness, yet exhilarating all the same. Well done: Jayla's embarrassment was all but choreographed to the poetic script of events. Of course, Jade wasn't feeling all that happy. Not just yet, anyway.It still echoes within her mind from the call of tonight, a haunting melody-a symphony of smooth calculations thrown across. It would revert to the voice in her brain to confirm everything apparently working for her and let Jade know that she was indeed no pawn but at play as a puppeteer.Jade had been in the middle of rearranging the books on her shelf when her phone buzzed on the desk behind her. She let it ring twice before answering, deliberately slow.“Hello?”
Jayla's Brewing StormAs Jade furiously set into her notebook-her plotting mind piecing together how to bring the sisters down-Axel had set the stage for the next act in this dark theatre of theirs, and that was the playground: an exclusive party. Paranoia, for Sarah, was not good enough; she wanted to see annihilation, the bond between them sisters completely devastated.At the cafe, Sarah drummed her fingers on her coffee mug as Axel outlined this elaborate scheme for the public humiliation of Jayla. But Sarah had a whole lot more in her ambitious tank than Axel did: She wanted them to do worse than just fight-she wanted them to destroy each other.She took a step forward as she smirked, her voice a purr. "Axel, good, the Jasmine look-alike idea, but it's too. Tame. In case Jayla wakes up somewhere strange, humiliated, sure, she will suspect Jasmine. But what if we go further?Axel's eyebrow arched, intrigued, yet a tad guarded. "Further how?The smile now spreading on Sarah's face
The next morning, Sarah leaned against the kitchen counter in her sleek apartment, sipping her coffee. Her phone whirred with a new message, breaking the early-morning stillness. She set her mug down and unlocked the screen, reading Axel's cryptic text from the night before.Axel's Message:"There was a hitch, but that need not affect a thing. Tomorrow, let's meet. We must make certain next steps are understood."A small, knowing smirk curled her lips. She wasn't surprised that Axel's plan had hit a hitch. He was methodical but reckless in the execution. Still, it didn't matter: the damage was done - Jayla's paranoia would fester and she'd doubtless lash out at her sisters.She sent him a reply right away.Sarah's Message:"11 AM, usual place. Won't tolerate your latecomer stunt."The next step of their scheme whirred in Sarah's mind. Jayla's ordeal at the party had gone just far enough to stir the pot. Now it was time to double down. They needed to widen the divide between the triple