Jasmine stared out of her bedroom window, her pale skin bathed in the soft, silver light of the moon. Axel's words played once more in her head, fanning those glowing embers of ambition inside of her. She had been keeping quiet for far too long, playing nice guys to Jayla and Jasmine, at each other's throats over Axel and everything else from girls' high school track to current weight. But now, the time was close. She smirked again with the thought of Axel reassuring her. He was in on her plan-or so he thought. The little accident with Jasmine had gone off without a hitch, just enough to scare her but not hurt her. Axel was perfect in carrying that part out. Still, Jade knew better than to trust him fully. He was playing some kind of game, and she was going to kno every move he made. She approached her desk, hugging open the drawer in which her small notebook lay in waiting. She flipped through the pages of the notes she had taken-it felt like forever-she wrote down each and every
Axel sat at his kitchen table, sipping his coffee, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he thought about the chaos he had orchestrated the night before. Jasmine's near accident was the perfect touch-just enough to rattle her while keeping his involvement below the radar. Paranoia growing between Jayla and Jasmine was just delicious to watch-they were spiraling, and he hadn't even fully pushed them. He reached for his phone and scrolled down the messages from Sarah late last night. Message from Sarah: "What next? I need them completely broken." Axel chuckled low in his throat, genuinely amused. Hobeforerah was so needy, so desperate to cut the sisters asunder. She thinks that she's thought. Wasting around here, pulling the strings, but little does she know, she is just where he wants her to be. Then, of course, there was Jade-ah, Jade-so calculated and controlled, yet blind to how she was no more than another of Axel's pieces. Two birds, one stone," Axel whispered to himself as
Axel sat in the darkened bar, neon lights dancing subtly across his sharp features. A half-finished glass of whiskey was set before him, but his eyes had moved to another place, Sarah, who'd just slid into the seat across from him. A black coat fell over her shoulder, her eyes cut like glass, sharpened and focused.“You’re late,” Axel remarked, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, keeping his tone casual, but his sharp green eyes betrayed the wheels turning in his mind."Don't even get me started," Sarah snapped, flinging off her coat as she sling it over the back of her chair. She leaned in, tense-her eyes ablaze with frustration and determination in their purest forms. "We need to take it to the next level, Axel. Jasmine's a mess, and Jayla's too full of herself to see what's coming. But that's just not enough. I need more chaos. I need them destroyed."Axel's face showed mock surprise; an eyebrow quivered upwards. "Destroyed? Th
Axel sat frozen in the driver's seat, his sharp features bathed by the screen of his phone as he reread the ominous text. Gone was the smirk; now his lips pursed into a tight frown. In that instant, the fe vanished into the night, leaving Axel stewing in his thoughts. Who did her this? Was it Sarah, playing a deeper game than he had anticipated? Or was it someone else, someone he hadn't accounted for? His fingers gripped the steering wheel as his pulse quickened. The text—the figure’s words—were still ringing in his head. "You’re not the only one playing this game, Axel. Watch your back." The angry sigh drew slowly, then huffingly out from his pursed lips; the white-knuckled fingers in contact with the wheel relaxed for this to be possible. That calmed him. Whoever it was, he needed to break him loose, scramble him enough, rattle his cage. Now he needed to keep straight-as. A war was on inside, yet Axel kept his head. Turning toward the window of his car, he peered through tangle
Later that morning, as the sun filtered through the gaps in her curtains, Jayla sat on her bed. Her phone tightly caught in her hands as she hovered her fingers over the screen, hesitating between the options to delete or to respond to the comments. But what could she say? Her throat closed up, and she read another text-again from a so-called friend: "Yikes Jayla. Didn't think you'd stoop that low. Who even was that guy?!" Her heart sank further. Now, videos of the humiliation were spreading like wildfire. All the reputation that had hung by a thread-one could already feel the judgments and whispers closing in around her. Shame choked her to death. Those, however, were jump-started first and foremost by a knock on her door with brutal unexpectedness. She had not reached an action point before Jasmine burst in, feigning that her scowl was one provoked at her, holding onto her phone clutched in her hand, replaying the video over and over again. "So," Jasmine said, folding her arm
Later that afternoon, she paced her apartment while frustration mounted with each step; outside, fingers drummed impatiently against the cell phone, waiting for Axel. The last days had been in the direction of chaos but certainly not out of hand. She wasn't there to let that happen. Jayla's humiliation was complete, and the fractures deepening between the sisters were just falling into place as she'd hoped. But now, Jasmine was looming as a threat. Her suspicion regarding Jayla was getting whetted much more than Sarah wanted it to, and it needed some deflection and fast.The buzzer rang, and Sarah sprang to open the door, revealing Axel leaning casually against the frame. His usual smirk greeted her, but there was a glint in his eyes she couldn't quite place."You're late," Sarah said icily, stepping aside to allow him in.Axel shrugged, hands in his pockets as he sauntered into the room. "Good things take time, Sarah. I was thinking about our next move."She closed the door behind he
That evening, in Axel's apartment,Axel slumped back into the worn leather sofa, holding one hand with the phone and the other with a glass of whiskey. The room was darkened down to that single dim gold glow of light, long shadows cast from the singular lamp on the walls. His mind hummed with anticipation as things were falling in place. Sarah was already doing her part, but Axel knew this scheme needed one more player- somebody powerful and influential.He tapped the screen of his phone and dialed a number. The line connected almost immediately."Mr. Tycoon," Axel drawled, leaning back into the sofa.A voice, like gravel, replied on the other end, "Axel Black. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me.Impossible. You're the man to call when there's a party to plan and some chaos to stir." Axel swirled the whiskey in his glass. "I've got an event in mind that needs your expertise, and I think you'll find this. mutually beneficial."The tycoon chuckled darkly. "Go on. I'm list
Smoothing her dress one last time, Jayla turned toward the mirror as her lips inched up with a confident smile. Tonight was all about reminding people where she stood, and for once, it wasn't just her sisters who had underestimated her to their cost but those outside of the bloodline. Axel's invitation had been totally out of the blue, yet the answer was immediate. It was her night, some sort of moment when she showed Jasmine, Jade, and even Axel who was big. "I own the night," she whispered while turning, heels clicking down inside her room.Downstairs, Jade and Jasmine sat in taut silence, each pair of eyes riveted to Jayla taking the stairs. Jasmine felt her heart seem to clamp in its exasperated spasm. Ever since the near-accident, she had been treading on eggshells, suspecting everything Jayla did. Now off Jayla went to this exclusive party, looking like she was beyond anything that could scrape a mark on her from this world. Why did she act so untouchable?“Look at her,” Jasmine
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