The Next Night – The First Part of Their Plan
Jasmine pressed fingers onto the smoothly waxed wood of a booth in a dark saloon, her eyes blankly drifting off into space. Whiskey and cigar smell hung in the air and jazz seeped from some ancient speaker far across in the corner.Jayla and Jade sat observing her from behind across where she was sitting, nervously protected.They waited.Then Jack showed up.He was wearing a black leather jacket, smile smeared across his face, still cutting. Jack eased in next to Jasmine and glanced at her sisters before he reclaimed his seat in his chair."Long time, ladies," Jack slurred. "Now, dish—what did you get your noses out of joint about this time?"Jayla was scowling, but Jasmine wasn't as fast on the draw."You get together with someone?" she asked boldly.Jack smiled. "Not anyone." He moved in close to her. "I met the best."Jade raised an eyebrow. "YoThe Perfect Trap – Tressa Tightens the NooseHer fingers fluttered ever so slightly as she traced the rim of her unraised glass. Slouched shoulders, tilted head, a little to make her appear fragile, unsure. Vulnerable.Axel devoured it.He was lying along the bar, his eyes fixed on her in a hunter's stare, balancing his prey."You look lost," he said, smooth, practiced.Tressa let out a little, hesitant laugh—not too wonderful, just rather small enough to show that her guard was weakening."I guess you could say that again." dropping her gaze as she shook her head as if she didn't want to burden him with her personal issues, though. "It has just been really tough for me this past couple of months. I thought starting over here would be a fresh start, but now…" She let the sentence trail off without completing it.Axel's mouth curled into a tiny twitch of a smile.She could already imagine the thoughts plaguing hi
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
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
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 on speaking softly, soothingly. "You know me. You know I would never hurt you." Jade snorted from beside her. "Wow. You don't give up, huh?" Sarah did not look at her, her eyes and attention only on Fraser. She gasped unevenly, her voice shaking with emotion. "T
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 easily. And now? Now, his gut was yelling at him that Tressa wasn't who she seemed to be. How she spoke to him, how she listened, how she never pushed him too hard—it was too good. So he had done what he did every time he believed that a woman was cheating on him. He had employed someone to follow her. And now? His phone rang. A call from his privat
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 heart was racing, but her expression was smooth, She crept forward, her voice a whisper-low—smeared smooth. "Fraser, baby," she panted, "you know I'd never do you like that." Fraser did not loosen his grip on the folder. Jayla goaded. "Oh, look. The legendary Sarah manipulation." Sarah remained silent. She moved closer, her fingers brushi
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 worth it, just walk away, Fraser." Jayla breathed in. "She's not worth it." Fraser's throat constricted. Maybe she had been, once. Perhaps he'd thought that Sarah was the best thing to ever come into his life
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
The Last Battle – Axel's Final Stand The triplets burst into Audrey's apartment, closing the door. Audrey sat in the middle of the room, holding herself, face white. Jasmine gave her a quick glance. "You okay?" Audrey nodded but winced her hands. Jayla sighed deeply. "You should have mentioned it when he called." Audrey gazed down. "I thought I could handle it." Jade snorted. "Not with Axel. He doesn't listen to no." Jasmine stood by the window, narrowed eyes intently focused as she gazed out. Then she froze. Outside, in front of the window, on the street, a black car. A dark figure in the car. Watching. Waiting. Her heart was pounding. He was here. She spun to her sisters, low voice, resolute. "He's outside." Audrey's eyes widened. "What?" Jayla leaped to the window to look out. Jade cursed under her breath. "That psycho." Jasmine breathed slowly, deeply, attempting to soothe herself. She wasn't scared. She was angry. Axel had done enough already. Sarah was d
The Final Stand – Axel's Last Gamble Audrey was on her couch in her apartment, frowning at her phone, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. Her gut clenched. She knew who it was. The second it started ringing she knew. A shiver ran down her spine, her heart racing. Axel. He was calling her. She swallowed hard, her fists tight. She had blocked him. Had changed her routine. Had tried to close him out of her life. And yet. He'd somehow come back anyway. The ringing stopped. A voicemail message showed up. She was breathing irregularly as she hit play. And then his voice was smooth and even, weighted with something sinfully wicked bouncing off of the walls. "Audrey he said, did you really think I'd let you go that easily?" Her blood went cold. "We both know you still think of me. Of us." Her fists clenched on the phone. No. No, she didn't. She wouldn't. She couldn't. "I gave you your space. I let you pretend. But it's time to come home, sweetheart." Audre
The Fall of a Legacy – Their Father Is Brought to Account Their father slumped in the interrogation room, the stark metal table between him and the detectives. For the first time in his life, he was not in charge. His expensive attorneys weren't going to get him out of this today. His influence, his name, his power—it meant nothing now. The seasoned detective dropped a file onto the desk, reopening it. Pictures. Documents. DNA tests. It all lay before him. "You drew up official papers," the detective said, his own voice tightly controlled. "You drew up fake papers and left your firstborn daughter to live and live comfortably. His father's jaw clenched. The detective continued, "And because of that, Sarah spent her entire life believing she wasn't wanted." A bitter silence. "And now she's dead." For a moment—a fleeting moment—something passed through his father's eyes. Regret? Guilt? Maybe. But too little, too late. The detective leaned in.
The Last Truth – A Mother's Justice The triplets were in their mother's living room, the weight of what they had to say very much on their minds. Their mother sat opposite them, her fists clenched on the armrests of the chair while her face was set in stiff lines. Jasmine took a deep breath. "Mom… we've got something to say." Jayla leaned forward. "Something about Dad." Jade sighed. "And Sarah." Her mother's eyebrows jerked with horror when she said the name Sarah. "What about her?" Jasmine's voice was constricted, but she fought to say something. "She was our sister." Their mother's breath stalled. Her hand gripped the chair as her knuckles turned white. No one uttered a word for a second. Then, in a whisper just above a murmur— "What did you just say?" Jayla swallowed hard. "Sarah… she was Dad's daughter." Jade paused before saying again, "His first daughter." Their mother turned white. "That's not… that's not possible." Jasmine pulled out the pro
The Aftermath – Shadows of the Past The triplets sat in silence, the weight of the news pressing down on them. Sarah was dead. And even after everything she had done. Even after the lies, the betrayals, the destruction It didn’t feel like a victory. Jade let out a slow breath, staring at the floor. “I thought I’d feel… relieved.” Jayla shook her head, her voice quieter than usual. “Me too.” Jasmine's clutch on her cup of coffee spasmed. "She was our sister." Jayla grumbled unwillingly. "Half-sister." Jasmine shut her eyes. "It doesn't matter." For in the end, Sarah had been as lost as they had once been. The difference? She never had her way back. Fraser and Tressa – A New Beginning, or a New Threat? Tressa turned a lock of hair around her finger, watching out the apartment window. "She's really gone," she murmured. Fraser, who stood behind her, let out a deep sigh. "Yeah." Tressa’s chest tightened. Sarah had been many things—an enemy, a rival, a storm in human form.
The Aftermath – A New Future, A Lingering Past Sarah retreated from the front door of Fraser's, her heart pounding in her ears. She'd dreamed to herself for months that she might possibly be able to fix what she'd broken. That she could win him back. But now? Now, she knew more. She'd been too late. Fraser's moved on. And not with someone. With Tressa. A woman as clever, as cunning, as smart as Sarah used to be. Sarah's fists clenched. She'd lost before. But this? This was not the same. This had been done. And she was not so sure that she could do that. And meanwhile – Fraser and Tressa's New Beginning Tressa shut the door, breathing softly as she smiled at Fraser. "A knight?" she said, regarding him. Fraser rubbed at his hair, jaw locked. "That was. unexpected." Tressa smiled, leaning on the wall. "Seriously? You didn't think she'd come crawling back sooner or later, or something?" Fraser breathed slowly. "Part of me did, yes. But that moment I just saw her?"
The Final Confrontation – Axel Witnesses His Downfall Axel lay sprawled on his black penthouse, half a bottle of booze in front of him. It was done. Audrey had won. His secrets were revealed. His reputation, so carefully built, was ruined. And now? Now, he was nothing. A shadow of his former self and suddenly there was a knock on the door. It resounded through the stillness. Axel growled, running a hand through his messed-up hair. He wasn't really in the mood for visitors. And if it was some bill collector or worse—some woman from his other life who'd come to collect from him for what he'd done— He wasn't in the mood. He rose slowly, dragging himself to the door. When he opened it— His blood ran cold. Standing in the hall, smiling like they owned the place, were Jasmine, Jayla, Jade— And Tressa. Axel's gut clenched. "What in the devil are you doing here?" He was curt, rough-voiced. Jayla stood in the doorway, arms crossed. "Wow. You're such an ugly person." Jade
The Pull of the Past – Audrey's Weak Moment Audrey's breath was shaking as she clutched the phone held against her ear. Axel's voice was harsh, deep—altered. "Audrey… don't hang up." She should. She should hang up, push him away, and be done with it. But something in the manner of him speaking her name— Something in the urgency in his tone— Freeze her in mid-air. "Why are you calling me, Axel?" Her voice softer than she'd meant. A breath of silence. Then, a stuttering, nervous breath on the other line. "I just… I wanted to hear you." Audrey swallowed, her heart beating too hard, too fast. "Axel, we—" She closed her eyes. "We're over." A gasp of shock. Then, his voice—soft now. "Are we?" Audrey's stomach plummeted. He was doing it again. That thing where he made her doubt herself. Where he had gotten her doubting everything. But she wasn't that girl anymore. She wasn't going to let him wheedle her back in. "Goodbye, Axel." And this time? She hung up. Her hand
The Aftermath – Breaking Down and Breaking Free Audrey sat by the café window, staring outside at the steam curling above the coffee before her. Weeks had passed since she'd left Axel in the dust. Weeks since her world had come crashing down. Since she'd had to accept that the man of her dreams never existed in the first place. The hurt, in the beginning, had been unbearable. The nights she'd lain awake, reaching for her "phone, only to recall that she'd deleted his number. The mornings she'd woken up expecting the refreshed "good morning, beautiful" text message that never came. The memories of all the falsehoods that pretended to be love. But now? Now, the pain was starting to feel different. Not gone. Never forgotten. But less heavy. Like a weight that she was learning to carry slowly. She took out her phone, reading through messages from the triplets. They'd been calling to check in on her. So had Tressa. That still wasn't sitting well. She had every right to hat