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 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
As the hush of morning fell, whispers of mischief danced across the soft light filtering through the windows."Jasmine, breakfast is ready". Jade's voice cut sharp through the quiet, resounding across the house. "Got it coming!" Jasmine responded chirpily while her voice still tinged with sleep. She stretched out lazily, feeling the cool air brush against her skin as she pulled herself up from bed."Let me shower now," she mumbled while removing her clothes and stepping into the bathroom, turning on the water before pouring soap into the bathtub. The warm water surrounded her, washing away a tidal wave of calmness over her.Finally, some peace, she thought while brushing her teeth as the hot water soothed the throbbing headache that lingered on her, her body drying with each part of her towel. No sooner was she near the closet than the door swung open with a bang."Jasmine We have been waiting for so long. Come on so that we can finally have some breakfast!" Jayla hastened in, fru
He hastily undresses, his hands shaking as he fumbles with his buttons and zippers,his chest heaves with ragged breaths, and sweat glistens on his forehead, trickling down his temples in tiny rivulets, as he rushes inside the bathroom.He stands in front of the mirror, stroking off his makeup, revealing his real face; a sly grin spread across his lips. He turns on the shower, letting the water cascade over his body, erasing any remnants. He wraps himself in a bathrobe leaving no trace of what had transpired.He opens the door and she instantly wraps her arms around him, their lips meeting in a hot steamy kiss."Baby, what took you so long?" I've been knocking for a while now she says, her voice laced with a playful, impatient tone. He replies, a beam flashing across his face, “I just got back from work and decided to take a quick shower.”She pulls him closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispers, “You didn't wait for me,” her hands roaming over his body, teasingly close
"Jade let out a scream that reverberated through the house, her face radiating pure joy. 'What happened?' Jasmine asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. "I just got an invitation from Elysium Arts Gallery, the one I've been longing for,'Jade replied, her voice quivering with excitement." "Oh my God, Jade, that's incredible!" Jasmine exclaimed, rushing over to hug her. Congratulations, my baby! I knew you could do it. Jayla chimed in, her smile warm. So, what are you going to wear to the event? Jade's cheeks flushed happily. I haven't decided yet, probably the top I bought at Louis Vuitton when we went shopping," she replied, her heart brimming with gratitude. She felt so blessed to have sisters who were always there for her, lifting her with so much love and support. As Jayla walked upstairs, her mind still buzzing with excitement about a coffee date with Axel, Jasmine's gaze followed her, noticing how springy her steps had been lately and how often she smiled these days. “Hey
She opened the door to find her sister standing in the hallway, Jasmine looked slightly flustered but managed to smile, “Hey Jayla, can you go to the grocery store and pick up a few things?" "I'm in the middle of cooking Dad's soup and don't want to leave it unattended.” Jayla blinked, still tangled from where her thoughts had been. “Oh, sure, just give me the list,” she said, reaching for the list in Jasmine's hand.She glanced briefly at the list, then looked down at her dress, smoothing it in front of the mirror.As she adjusted her dress in front of her mirror, Jasmine's voice grew softer. “You know, I'm worried about you.” Jayla turned, her gaze meeting Jasmine’s eyes in the mirror. “Worried about what?” Jasmine stepped closer, her face stern. “You seem different these days. You know, happier but also I don't know, a little distant.” Jayla's smile faltered slightly “It’s just I'm still getting to know him. But I like him, Jasmine, he's different.” Jasmine nodded thoughtfully.
Jayla lingered beside the herb stall far longer than was called for, her gaze set on where Jade had disappeared a few moments past.The bustling market seemed to close in around her, the vibrant voices of vendors calling out their last deals of the day blurring into a distant hum. She could still see Jade's figure etched in her mind-her sister's shoulders drawn tight, her steps quick, purposeful. Too purposeful.*Why hadn't she said that she would be here?* Jayla thought, the idea nipping at her like a flea. They shared almost everything she had thought. A twirl of unease curled in her stomach as she turned back to the herb stall, fingers tracing the edges of a bunch of parsley without really seeing it.The heavy phone in her pocket seemed to reverberate with Jasmine's call, still ringing in her ears, but it was something entirely different that held her attention. Jayla couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. She could almost feel it like a thick, invisible thread tuggi
The plates clattered softly as the triplets moved in sync, cleaning up after the dinner they had shared with their family. Within the air remained the warmth of laughter and conversation, though Jayla couldn’t shake off the feeling gnawing at her since earlier in the evening. In gold, soft, the kitchen was aglow, faintly scented with roasted chicken and spices.Jade wiped her hands on the dish towel and smiled to herself, her voice light. "I just love Sarah. She's such a sweet person. I don't know what we would do without her."Jasmine, who was drying a plate, nodded in agreement with her sister. "Yeah, she's practically family.We're so lucky to have her. Honestly, I can't imagine what life would be like without her now."Jayla's hands moved mechanically; her fingers wrapped around plates and utensils as if on autopilot. Her mind, however, was far from the lighthearted chatter between her sisters. Instead, it was back in the fading light of the evening, watching Sarah walk out the d
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