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
The cool evening breeze drifted through the opened penthouse window as Axel stood at the sleek, black marble counter, sipping whiskey. His mind sharp, clearing his thoughts. He was playing a dangerous game, but one in which he was always good at. Deception was his art form, and so far, none of the women in his life came close to catching him.Tonight would have been a great night, but it was different. The triplets were all on edge. He had picked it up when each of them came to him separately to talk about the gala: Jayla, Jade, Jasmine-three ladies, three different personalities, three different stories he had carefully crafted. They had come dangerously close to connecting the dots at the gala, but he had been careful.Now as his phone buzzed; he saw the first message for the night, a text from Jayla."Hey Axel, can I come by tonight? I've been thinking about you and wanna see you, we need to talk, in person."Axel stared at a message for a moment, his pulse quickening ever so sligh
Jasmine stood at the bedroom door, her mind racing. She watched Jayla slip out of the house without a word. So she wasn't going to stick to the plan after all; the very one which they all agreed on.Her blood boiled with anger. Jayla was to wait. She was supposed to be the first to meet Axel or no Alexander. Yet, here Jayla wanted none of that. She had decided not to follow the rules set upon them, thought she could see him at any time she pleases.Anger surged through Jasmine's whole body as her fists clenched by her sides. She stormed into her room slamming the door shut behind her.So Jayla did what she wanted and forgot the plan," she muttered, pacing back and forth, "She thinks she can do whatever she wants?"Her heart pounded with anger, but somewhere beneath that, something else took precedence, and it stung so much deeper.Betrayal.She'd trusted Jayla, thought the two of them were in this together in finding the truth about Brock about Axel together. Now, it felt like her sis
Jade remained in the kitchen long after Jayla retreated to her room. The morning warmth cooled into a heavy chill that hung in her chest. She stared at the mug in her hands, trying to wrap her head around the tension of the argument from the morning and their bond unraveling between the sisters.Jayla believed Axel. Jasmine did not. And there she was, stuck between two people she loved more than anything in the world and a man for whom she had taken every caution against in her gut and fallen for anyway. But now… now things felt even more complicated. The appeal of Axel, the mannerisms when it was just them, drew her in. Yet, all those lies, all that secrecy-it weighed on her.The door slam upstairs shook her out of her reverie. Jayla and Jasmine were in pain, and all she could do was stand here frozen in the growing feeling that was all starting to slip through their fingers. They couldn't keep up with the doubt, the confrontation and the accusations between one another and they woul
Not long after Jayla withdrew into her room that Jade made no move to leave the kitchen. The morning sun had lost its warmth, and there was a coldness in the atmosphere, thick inside her chest. She looked down into the mug grasped between her hands as her mind swam with tension-this morning's argument and the bond unraveling between her sisters.Jayla had believed Axel. Jasmine didn't. And here she was, stuck in the middle of two people she loved most in this world and a man she let her guard down with when it screamed warnings to be cautious. Now…now it felt even more complicated. Axel was charming, and his company made her feel so good that she forgot all reality. Yet all the deceptions, all the secrecy, weighed increasingly heavy upon her.The door slammed upstairs, jerking her out of her reverie. Jayla and Jasmine were suffering, and she was doing nothing other than standing here frozen with the dire feeling things were spiraling out of control. They couldn't go on much longer lik
Sarah slipped out into the night, the cool air hitting her skin like a breath of fresh relief. The door shut softly behind her, and as she walked across to her car, her mind racing over newer plans. The argument she'd overheard between the triplets was more than enough confirmation that things were spiraling utterly out of control Just perfectly. They had no inkling she'd sat in the wings, waiting for this moment in time. They were too busy clawing at each other over some man. Axel, Brock, Alexander whatever his name was, it didn't matter. What matters is that he is the key to their downfall.Sliding into the driver's seat of her car, a wicked smile curled on Sarah's lips. She had lived in their shadow long enough, watching them laugh and enjoying the life she should have lived. It was always them: Jayla, Jasmine, and Jade the perfect triplets, picture-perfect sisters with pretty faces and perfect lives. But they are not so perfect anymore, are they?She started the car, her fingers
Sarah drained the last of her wine, relishing the taste, but most of all the spiraling sense of power inside her. The triplets were imploding, their bond dissolving in the fight against one another over Axel. Soon, with her help, they would be shattered beyond repair. A private smile twisted her lips as thoughts of the ways this could be manipulated swirling in her head.It had to be that same man, the Axel she had dealt with before. And if it was, then he would remember her. He'd remember the power she had over him. Sarah's smile deepened. It all would fall into place tomorrow.The Next Day , The Meeting with AxelThe rooftop bar hummed low with the murmur of voices and the soft clinking of glasses. Outside, the city sparkled in the evening light, but Sarah wasn't interested in the view. She sat in a corner, twirling a cocktail stirrer between her fingers as she scanned the crowd for the man who could turn it all her way.The pulse quickened in anticipation. Her mind replayed the mes
Axel, confidence faltered as he replayed the events of the night. Sarah had made him see a little more than just a tangled web in the way that his position was precarious. He had been walking a tightrope with these sisters, weaving the fabric of lies between them, and now with Sarah, everything was just too close to unravel. She was right there, watching him, waiting for him to slip up.He walked through the night, the great city lights casting their long shadows everywhere, but his mind continued to circle back to Sarah even as he walked toward his next encounter with Jade. Sarah's message had been clear: continue to try to drive a wedge between the sisters. But Axel knew the first rule of being a very good puppet: don't be anyone's puppet. He had his own agenda, though for the time being, he knew it was important to stay one step ahead of her.Jade's message now weighed on him, dragging him back into the immediate. What did she want? Was she growing suspicious, or was this another o
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