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?”
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
The Slow Burn – A Love Neither of Them Saw ComingTressa had never been the kind of woman who needed anyone.She'd built a life on being untouchable.On playing parts.On leaving before she got too much.But Fraser?He was changing that.And the worst part?She wasn't sure she wanted it to stop.Fraser Lets Go of the Past – And Sees the FutureIt had been weeks since he last thought about Sarah.Her voice no longer echoed in his mind.Her betrayal no longer haunted him.Her absence no longer hurt.Because for the first time in far too long—He had someone else.Someone who didn't lie to him.Someone who didn't manipulate him.Someone who made him feel like he could finally take a breath.Tressa.She was always present.And the more time he spent with herThe more he knew that perhaps, perhaps—
The Aftermath of Treachery – Fraser's ReactionFraser sat outside the pub, hands on the wheel, staring out into the empty road.For the first time in days, the tightness in his chest was half-controllable.Blowing up at Tressa hadn't been in his playbook.She hadn't condemned him.Hadn't said what he'd wanted to hear.Hadn't gone all mushy on him.She'd just listened.And now?That was all he'd received from anyone.His fingers caressed the napkin in his pocket, the digit seared into his skin.Perhaps he'd just forget about it.Perhaps he'd just turn his back on it all.Something cautioned him, however—This was only just the start.Not for him.Not for any of them.Simultaneously – Tressa Plays a New HandTressa sat at home, phone clenched in her hand, gazing at the screen.Jasmine's message still lingered on the net."
Days After – Fraser's Heartbreak AftermathFraser threw open his apartment, curtains drawn, the only soft light from the city lights outside his window.It was still there.Quiet.Too quiet.It had been days since he'd bid Sarah farewell.Days since his world fell apart around him in pieces.And still?The grip of worry tension across his chest never loosened.He waited two years for Sarah.Protected her. Taught her. Loved her.For whatA lie.To a woman who'd lied to him.Fraser let out a shuddering breath, his fingers massaging his face.It wasn't that Sarah's lies had annoyed him.It was what he'd lost because of her.The woman who loved him.The one he'd pushed away.And now?She was gone.He'd lost something real because of something that never was real in the first place.His chest constricted.He'd wasted so much time.And why?For nothing.For nothing at all.The anger coursed through him first.Then the pain.Then?The hollowness.He huddled back, wheeze rasping.Sitting woul
Fraser Walks Away – The Price of Betrayal His feet had been pulled from under him. His fingers relaxed on the folder, the papers slipping from between them, flowing out on the bonnet of his car. Emails. Transfers. Deception. It was all founded on deception. And Sarah? She simply stood there in front of him, eyes open and desperate and urgent. "Fraser please," she gasped, stepping closer to him "It isn't what you think." He laughed a harsh bitter sound. "Not what I think?" he growled, low and rough. His chest ached. Because despite all the evidence standing before him, there was still that stupid, faithful part of him that he'd loved her. That had trusted her. But now? All he could do was think about the betrayal. Jade folded her arms. "Not wo
The Breaking Point – Axel and Sarah Struggle to Maintain Control Sarah had spent years perfecting the art of lying. She could lie faster than anyone could blink an eye. She'd lied her way out of every desperate situation. And now? She stood before Fraser, her eyes fixed on his as his face clouded, reading through the deposition that the triplets had signed. Sarah had scant time to think. The Rooftop Confrontation – Sarah's Ultimate Lie Fraser's fingers tightened around the folder, his knuckles turning white. "Sarah," he panted, his voice low and threatening, "tell me this is a forgery." Sarah's mind was reeling. Her h
The Beginning of the End – Sarah and Axel Slip Up Sarah was losing her grip. She felt it slipping away from between her fingers—the same grip she'd built up over the years. She glared at her phone, reading the vague text message again and again: "Lies fall apart quickly, Sarah. Are you able to keep up?" She had a choice. 1. Panic. 2. Hit back. Sarah was not a panicker. She seized her coat, pulled her keys from the table, and shut the door to her apartment on one thing and one thing only. Get Fraser. Before the others. But meantime – Axel's Paranoia Peaks Axel had learned one thing in life—never trust so easi
The Last Manipulations – Who Cracks First? Sarah sat across from Fraser, her heart pounding, but her expression a mask of calm. She had honed the skill of control for decades. But now? She was seconds away from losing everything. Fraser still held the folder Jasmine had given him, his eyes reading the pages slowly, laboriously. Each second seemed to drag on like an eternity. Then—he exhaled, closing the folder. His jaw tightened, his face unyielding. Sarah had to move fast. Sarah's Last Lie – Redefining Reality She rested a hand on Fraser's, her fingers soft, imploring. "Baby, please," she pleaded. "You can't seriously think that they're lying." Fraser's hold on the folder tightened. Sarah went
The Mastermind's Weakness – The Triplets' Next MoveSarah had mastered an illusion.She had kept the triplets separated by calculated deceptions.She had used Axel as a pawn.She had ensured nobody ever saw the real Sarah.And now?Now, they discovered the one thing she ensured nobody ever discovered.Sarah was not as elusive as she appeared.And Fraser?He was her greatest Achilles' heel.The Aftermath of the RevelationJasmine, Jayla, and Jade were silent after Tressa's confession.They had all those years believed that Sarah was single.That she had been cheated on.That she had been like them.But she had been deceiving them.Jayla tightened her fists. "We were so stupid."Jade breathed out, her head shaking. "I still can't get it."Jasmine scrunched up her face. "Now we know why she never let us dig into her life."Tres
Three Weeks In – Axel Let His Guard DownTressa had played the game perfectly.She never pushed.She never probed.She simply was everything Axel needed.Vulnerable. Trusting. Hoping against hope that he would work.And the shock?Axel felt to be in control.The Illusion of TrustThey spent their days together these days.Talk at midnight.Long drives with no particular place to get to.Dinner nights when Axel always, always paid, suave caregiver role-playing.Just his style.Get a woman vulnerable.Make her think he was the only savior of her.Tressa did just that.And in return?Things were beginning to fall into place.Not all of them. Not immediately.But the cracks were opening up.Little things.A Freudian slip.A careless comment.And piece by piece.Bit by bit.Tressa was piecing together