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
The next evening, Jayla sat down her cross-legged on her bed, a glass of water in one hand and her phone in the other. The soft hum of the ceiling fan did little for the silence marshaling its forces against her. Her fingers hovered over Axel's contact name. They hadn't spoken since that night party, the drinks, the indistinct memory of his worried face as he hailed her a cab. Her thumb finally pressed "Call." The ringing felt eternal before Axel's voice crackled through the speaker. "Jayla?" Axel sounded surprised. "Hey… it's been a while." Jayla smiled faintly, leaning back against her headboard. "Yeah, it has. I wasn't sure you'd pick up." "Of course, I would. You kinda disappeared after… everything. How are you? You sound different." Jayla's smile faltered. "I was in the hospital, Axel. I… I was poisoned. Almost died. The line went dead. She could hear Axel's hitched breath. "Poisoned?" he repeated, his voice low, slow, measured. "Jesus, Jayla. Are you okay now? Do you--do
Jayla’s chest heaved as she stood frozen in the doorway of Room 408, the sight of Axel slumped on the bed and Jade standing beside him sending white-hot fury coursing through her veins. “Jayla,” Jade purred, her voice mocking as she leaned casually against the bedpost. “I didn’t think you’d show up. Brave of you.” Axel stirred; still groggy, his eyes tried to take better focus. "Jayla, wait.it's not what you think—" "Not what I think?" Jayla crackled her tone as her shaking fists jammed beside her. "You're in bed with her, Axel. Her! After all that we had gone through?" Jade scoffed, each of her words sharp and biting. "Oh, don't be so stunned, Jayla. Probably, if your nose were not constantly up your asshole, then maybe, just maybe you might have seen it coming. The words were gasoline to the fire running rampant inside her body. She strode closer, each step more adamant, her voice going louder. "You manipulative little-" With a quick dodge to her advance and strength that was a
Jade's Hotel Room — Midnight The room was pitch black except for the bleeding light of the city through diaphanous curtains. She sat at the end of a king bed, soft light befalling her face from the phone in her hand, one leg over the other. Lying beside her, Axel was spread across the bed, his shirt unbuttoned, his breathing deep but irregular since the drug she'd slipped into his wine still did its work of keeping him very sluggish and unaware of what was happening around him. A sly smile played upon Jade's red lips, curled as they were hand-flipping the pictures she had managed to click throughout, each frame showing something sensual, well-thought-of with calculation. Her hands were over Axel's chest, rubbing casually across his bearded cheek snaps told it all sans loud words of recognition for proximity. Her gaze shifted to the figure that lay before her, serene and soft-as-a-petal in his sleep. "Time now for the thickening of the plot." She clicked the Messaging app first to
The silence of the house enveloped Axel as he stepped inside, the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla comforting perfume so frail in nature wafting through it. Soft light spilled from the living room, casting warmth against the chill of the emotional vacuum that had filled him.As his eyes acclimatized to the brightness, he saw her there: Audrey.She had been curled on the couch, her body sheathed in one of his immense sweaters from her miniature body, and flowed right down her back, where long red hair gave a cascade when the fuming teacup heated her hands.Then she'd raised her gaze, and now her eyes just met Axel."Ach Axel." She sighed soft,.And before another word could escape his lips, Audrey was pressed against him, her face buried in his chest, her fingers digging into his shirt as though he'd disappear if she loosened her grasp."I thought you weren't coming back," she choked.Axel’s throat tightened as the guilt pressed against his chest like a weight he couldn’t lift off,
Outside the Café, moments after the Ultimatum, Axel staggered to his car, the night chilly and nibbling on skin that felt nothing. His head was spinning on a roll-out of control with that threat of Sarah inside his head.The image on her phone imprinted into the brain - damning evidence against him.He was holding on to the roof of his car, his head hung low, sharp, labored gasps of breath.She's mine now.It was his ringing phone that managed to wrench him back from that spiral of thoughts. His fingers moved over his pocket for his phone, as did his eyes, locking their focus on the screen.Audrey: "Baby, I miss you. You're back from your trip, aren't you? Cause I feel like I am freaking out. I need you."Audrey. His wife. The woman he'd promised to protect, to love.Axel sank his teeth hard as the knuckles whitened with the grip of his phone. He couldn't let her take down everything. Whichever way, a choice seemed to enslave him; every step to choke the breath out of his neck.He jam
The next evening, Jayla sat down her cross-legged on her bed, a glass of water in one hand and her phone in the other. The soft hum of the ceiling fan did little for the silence marshaling its forces against her. Her fingers hovered over Axel's contact name. They hadn't spoken since that night party, the drinks, the indistinct memory of his worried face as he hailed her a cab.Her thumb finally pressed "Call." The ringing felt eternal before Axel's voice crackled through the speaker."Jayla?" Axel sounded surprised. "Hey… it's been a while."Jayla smiled faintly, leaning back against her headboard. "Yeah, it has. I wasn't sure you'd pick up.""Of course, I would. You kinda disappeared after… everything. How are you? You sound different."Jayla's smile faltered. "I was in the hospital, Axel. I… I was poisoned. Almost died.The line went dead. She could hear Axel's hitched breath."Poisoned?" he repeated, his voice low, slow, measured. "Jesus, Jayla. Are you okay now? Do you--do you kno
Standing just beyond the threshold into Jayla's room, Jasmine felt her breath catch. This was to be the triumphant scene of a recovered Jayla, surrounded by concerned parents and Jade; instead, the weight in her chest grew heavier. She couldn't get past that glimpse of suspicion in her sister's eyes, nor the haunting question: Did she know?Jayla leaned back against her pillows, pale but alert. Her voice was still hoarse, but something in the quiet strength of her tone unnerved Jasmine. "It feels so strange… like someone wanted me gone."Mrs. Johnson hushed her daughter, stroking her hair tenderly. "Don't say such things, darling. It was an accident. Probably something you ate. You're fine now, and that's all that matters."Jayla's lips curled faintly into a smirk, a ghost of her usual confidence. Her sharp gaze shifted briefly toward the doorway to Jasmine and lingered there. "Accidents don't feel this deliberate, Mother."Jasmine's stomach churned violently. She dug her fingers into
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