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
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