Sarah paced back and forth across the darkened apartment, her mind racing after the words Axel had texted. The words on the screen felt cold and detached, more warning than a promise. "Don't keep me waiting." Her fingers hovered over the phone, aching to shoot off another message, something sharp, something to remind Axel that she called the shots here. But she restrained herself. It was wiser to let him think that he held all the cards. Tomorrow at 3 PM. She would meet him, but this time it just wouldn't be about triplets. No, something was happening that neither of them had expected - these messages, the unknown presence creeping into her life. It gnawed at her, a scratch that she could not itch. Someone watched. Someone knew. Mulling over what had happened in her head, a feeling she couldn't ignore was that Axel had to have something to do with this. Maybe he didn't send the messages himself, but his involvement in this game had always been more muddled than it initially seemed.
The next morning, Sarah woke up with a pounding headache, still tangled about what had happened the previous night. She hadn't slept much. Of course, how could she, when those cryptic messages scratched up and down at the back of her mind? "You are not the only one playing this game." "Tick tock. Time's running out." The person behind it was playing with her, literally enjoying the squirming of his victim. But Sarah wouldn't back away from a fight. The threat merely firmed her purposely. Today was the day she was going to meet with Axel and find out precisely how much he knew, up to what extent she could trust him, and more importantly, how to keep him in check. She couldn't afford any more unknowns. She lay in bed while staring at the ceiling as the dim light from the window cast long shadows across the room. This weight of a game she was playing weighed heavily upon her chest. This was supposed to be her moment for revenge. But it had felt like someone else was pulling the strings
Sarah's heart raced as she read the message, her fingers tightening around the phone. "Nice try, Sarah. But you're the one who's about to be run over." The cryptic warnings that had come before were disconcerting, but this? This was a bald threat. Whoever was behind this wasn't playing with her anymore; they were making their move. She glanced over at Axel, who was still leaning back in his chair, a smug grin plastered on his face, entirely unaware of the tension occurring inside of her. The pulse beat faster now, but she couldn't let him know how shaken she felt-she was supposed to be in control here. She slowly tucked her phone back into her bag and forced a calm smile. That would be dealt with later. Right now, she needed to keep Axel on board with their plan. If things were about to spiral out of control, she needed him to help her take the triplets down—before she became the target. "So," Sarah said, trying to sound matter-of-fact despite the anxiety gnawing at her gut,
Jasmine stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom while putting on the last touches of her makeup. Her heart fluttered with excitement because Sarah had invited her to some party, a thing she hadn't expected. She didn't know Sarah that well, but that invitation made her special, something that hadn't happened in quite a while. This was all she needed to take her sister's condescending attitude off her mind for at least a few hours since things were getting tenser between them.As Jasmine slid into her dress, she caught her reflection-a bright smile overspreading her face, a sleek black dress hugging her figure to perfection-well, for the first time in a while, genuinely excited; this perhaps was something new, a fresh chance to be out of the constant comparison to Jayla. Finally, here was something that was hers.She snatched up her heels and took the stairs down; her heels lightly clicked against the wood floor. Down the stairs, Jayla stood at the bottom by the living room; Jayla's
The sound of the Screeching tires fell backward onto the curb, Jasmine heart raced in her chest as she could still feel the whoosh of air as the car whizzed past her, missing her by inches. The world blurred around her while her legs began to quake, her adrenaline surging through her veins. It was ghostly silent for just an instant: the city, the soft hum of the night, and the juddering beat of her heart. Jasmine gasped in short breaths as she surveyed what had just happened. Had that car been aiming at her? The lights had seemed to lock right onto her; it was too much of an intended act to have been some sort of accident. Her heart pounded, her hands shaking, clutching her purse tightFrazzledst her chest. Her mind fluttered back, earlier, right before she'd left the house. The tone was icy, almost calculated, with harsh words that still seemed to ring in her ears. And the way she had looked at her-may it be? Was Jayla responsible for that? Is my sister trying to hurt me? Th
It was as if this anonymous message unravelled wittily from her phone while shaking her hand: "I know what you're planning party you are not as clever as you think you're." The words danced before her in a juggling of taunts that dared every shred of control she thought she had over this twisted game. In that one millisecond, the mantle of power that had cloaked her in the bar with Axel slipped away and she was exposed-prey under the considering eye of a hunter. She willed her breathing to steady, reminded herself who she was. Whoever this was, it was his attempt at shaking her, wanted her to falter, to show weakness. Well, she wasn't about to give them that satisfaction. Taking a deep breath, Sarah steadied herself and rubbed out that knot in her chest where the anger and fear were gathering. She'd face that ladanceor now, she had a plan to run with Axel-one that would pit the trithisagainst each other with such ferocity they would never recover. Back at the Mansion Jasmine
Jasmine spent the evening alone in her room, the walls looming ominously over her as if to fall in at any moment and bury her under them. She couldn't get over that scene with Jayla and replayed it over and over in her mind, each word sharper and more cutting than the one before. Her sister's teasing, the smugness with which she dismissed Jasmine's accusations regarding what happened with the car-all these things set her skin crawling. How long had Jayla harboured this kind of malice toward her? Had she been waiting onthe time for the perfect moment to strike?She paced across the room even now and then to glance at hera reflection in the mirror. Shadows circled her eyes, a testament to the sleepless nights she had been pulling lately. Her sister tried to hurt her-no, she knew it. That "accident" just could not have been a coincidence. Jayla had enough,y threatendrinkingr earldancingat day, and then, well, just what happened did. Too conveniently timed.Jasmine's eyes drifted to her
Jasmine stormed into her room slamming the door behind her. Her breathing was shallow, her hands shaking while holding the note in her death grip. Moving around the room several times, until finally her heart stopped hammering in her chest while her mind was aflame with the words on the paper: "One more step, and you won almost." Her throat was parched, and the thoughts initiated a mad race in her head. Every single encounter that she had had with Jayla replayed itself in her brain like a record with a scratch. Jayla's vibes, the smug expressions, the way it seemed she relished in Jasmine's torment that now made sense. That near miss with the car had not been an accident but deliberate. She had been trying to scare her and keep her away from the house. Why? Is it about Axel?" Jasmine muttered, words jumbled over as quick pacing took over. "She doesn't want me near him… but this? This is too far. She stood dead still, staring into the mirror, her eyes foreign to her own as if
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