**Valerie** I swallowed. Him carrying me won't be bad though, but instead I shot him a brief glare and then got in. “How did you know where I live?” I asked as soon as he started the car. He scoffed lightly. “Was it supposed to be a secret?” I turned to look at him, my lips slightly apart. Oh wow, the location of my house wasn't a secret? Means any random guy could just show up at my place? As if reading my mind, he said, “Don't worry, you're safe.” “And how do you know that?” “I just know,” he muttered without taking his eyes off the road. Soon, we arrived at the Stone's family house. It was not quite how I'd imagined it. It wasn't as big and majestic as the one where Lucas lived. The house was a warm beige bungalow with a manicured lawn, vibrant flowers, and a lone oak tree. It was as though Lucas read my thoughts. He leaned forward and said, “My mom prefers something small, says it makes it homely. And especially since it's just her and my grandfather li
**Third person**Mrs. Stone pushed open the creaking door of her father's room, the familiar scent of antiseptic air filling her nostrils. Grandpa sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance. A soft, rhythmic tapping filled the silence; it was the sound of his fingers tracing patterns on the quilt."Still awake, Papa?" she asked gently, even though the answer was obvious.Grandpa didn't respond, his expression blank. Mrs. Stone was used to his silence by now, but it still tugged at her heartstrings. She sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his."What do you think about Valerie, Lucas's girlfriend?" she asked, trying to spark a conversation.To her surprise, Grandpa turned to her, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "She's lovely," he said, his voice a soft murmur.Mrs. Stone turned to look at him, her heart swelling. "Really?" she replied, a smile creeping across her face. "I think so too. She's a wonderful girl."The smile on Mrs. Stone's face ling
**Third person**Karen was alone in the bedroom, and so she picked up her phone and dialed Layla’s number. Layla was going to be the new department head of project design. “Hey, girl. What's up with you calling by this time?” Layla asked.Layla was a friend to both Ashley and Karen since they were teenagers.“Oh, it's nothing serious. I want you to handle something for me,” Karen stated, her voice lacking the cheerfulness that Layla's held.Layla sat up. “What's that?”“Make someone so frustrated with work that she decides to quit on her own.”Layla chuckled. “You've still not given up on this path. Why don't you deal with her directly or have her fired already?”Karen scoffed. “She's dating Lucas Stone.”“The Lucas Stone?” Layla repeated, shocked. “Well then, I hope I won't get into trouble for doing that?”“Why would you? She doesn't need to know that you're trying to make life difficult for her,” Karen clarified.“Ohhh…” Layla let out a giggle in understanding, and Karen followed
**Third person** Valerie smiled and then picked up her phone. “Good day, sir. Sorry to bother you; I wanted to ask if I could meet you later to discuss things about work.” Then she hit the send button. Matt shot Val a confused look. “That's it?” “Yeah, this is how it'll start,” she smirked. “What if he actually thinks that you want to discuss work with him?” Matt continued. “And then he gets mad when you don't bring up something about work or think that you're trying to...” Val squeezed Matt's hand, shutting him up. “Adam wouldn't think that.” At ‘The Happy Hour’, a lavish nightclub bathed in neon lights and pulsating music, Adam sat in the VIP lounge. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the buzz of excitement. Girls with bare titties and thongs paraded the place, serving drinks, dancing, and the like. Just then, his phone beeped with a text from Valerie. “Good day, sir. Sorry to bother you; I wanted to ask if I could meet you later to discuss things
**Third person**Layla immediately put away the notebook. “It doesn't mean anything,” she said to herself.Ashley was long dead.Then she placed the jotter back and then headed out. ******************************Valerie walked into the knitting room filled with the soft click-clack of needles against yarn, the gentle hum of conversation, and the faint scent of coffee. She was dressed casually in jeans and a sweater and took a seat at a small table, her eyes scanning the room.She spotted her grandmother, Martha, sitting at a table near the window, her hands moving deftly over a pair of socks. Martha's face was framed by a halo of silver hair, and her eyes sparkled with a warm, inviting light.Val approached her grandmother, a mix of excitement and dread coursing through her.After discovering her parents' betrayal, Val had been hesitant to see Martha.Maybe it was the fear of being betrayed again. She wouldn't be able to take it if Martha was involved too, and so she kept her dist
**Third person**“I understand that she drowned that night, but did they ever find her body?”Karen's eyes narrowed as she stared intently at Layla. “Why are you asking suddenly?”“Oh, it's nothing serious,” Layla dismissed nervously. “I saw something that reminded me of her today; that's why I decided to ask.”She would tell Karen more if she discovered anything fishy about Val.Karen studied Layla's face a bit more before she responded. "No, it wasn't found.”“But I think you should focus on getting rid of Valerie as soon as possible and quit wondering if Ashley's body was found or not," Karen advised.**Valerie**Valerie stared at the unfinished project she spent her entire week on, a knot of frustration tightening in her stomach. It felt like she was hitting a brick wall, no matter how hard she tried. She stood up and headed to Layla's office. When Layla responded to the knock on her door, Valerie walked in.“Uh, good morning,” Val began.An insincere smile stretched on Layla's
**Third person**Concern was written all over Matt's face. “Are you sure it'll be okay for you to be alone with Adam?” “Yeah,” she replied softly.“Maybe I should lurk around in case you need me?” Matt continued.She smiled. “It's fine, plus I have a little friend.”He raised an eyebrow. “Friend?”“Yes,” she let out a small chuckle, seeing Matt's slightly parted lips and the confused look on his face. “They help me sleep at night since the nightmares started.”“Oh…” Matt hummed, the confused look still lingering on his face.“Strong sedatives,” she clarified.“Oh, oh, yeah,” he finally nodded in understanding.“There's lots of things I'd like to do there,” she continued. “So Adam can't be walking around while I do those.”“Like taking some cash from my hidden safe,” she thought to herself.“Still, you should probably leave me a text message like every ten minutes so that I know you're fine,” he suggested.“I'll do that after every twenty,” she countered.“Okay,” he agreed. “Fine then
**Valerie**With a satisfied smile, Adam picked up his glass and gulped down half his juice at a go.Ten minutes earlier,I stood in front of the toilet mirror with clenched fists and gritted teeth as I stared at my reflection.“I hate Adam so much,” I muttered to myself. As I stepped out of the restroom, I took a deep breath. I need to act fast; he is starting to get out of hand.Just as I was about to enter the dining area, I saw Adam pouring a white powdery substance into my juice.Stepping back, I retreated into the hallway, and I watched him stir the juice. After giving him a moment to shove the paper into his pocket and pretend like nothing happened, I walked back in and took my seat.“Sorry for being so forward with you just now,” Adam apologized.“It's okay, sir,” I nodded, and then I hit my fork to the ground.Adam immediately bent down to pick it up. And at that moment, I knew it was now or never.My hands moved quickly, and my heart raced as I exchanged his glass of juice
**Third person**Inside the hospital, Angela kept pacing around the waiting area. She couldn't let Lucas do the DNA test on her baby, else he'll find out what she was hiding.Is it even possible to do a DNA test this early in pregnancy? She thought.Valerie and Lucas were seated on the same bench, but Val had made sure to put enough distance between them. Calvin stood behind Lucas.Lucas's phone beeped, and he stepped away to answer the call."Mrs. Smith finally woke up, but briefly," Elliot reported.Lucas nodded thoughtfully, still confused himself at why Valerie had chosen to help Karen."Okay, there's no need to inform Miss Thorne now," Lucas instructed. "Maybe you can call her by evening."'Call me selfish, but I didn't want anything that'll take Val away from what we were doing here,' he thought to himself."Okay, sir."He hung up and then signaled for Calvin to come over.While Calvin and Lucas were away, Angela looked at Valerie. "So is this what you want?" Angela hissed, her
**Lucas**I'd been waiting all morning for Valerie to show up. Then I saw my competition—Matthew— arrive and my jaw tightened. But it immediately loosened when I saw Valerie arrive.Even all that had happened on her yacht, she still looked stunning. She had her hair packed up in a ponytail, and she was clad in a pink tank top and free jeans.I didn't want to approach them now; it'll only make me look bad if the guy and I get into another altercation.When she came out with Matthew, and he got into his car, I felt relieved. I'd thought he was going to spend quite some time there.Valerie's eyes met mine briefly, and she increased her pace. I did the same too and caught up with her.“Please just give me one minute of your time. Just one,” I stared at her, my eyes pleading, “no more than that.”Her eyes met mine, and she studied my face without saying a word.“I'll tell you everything,” I added. “No lies, okay?”She just pressed her lips into a thin line and let out a defeated sigh.I to
**Valerie**I walked quickly to the bathroom, the cool tile beneath my feet a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me. My crying came out as sobs until I was standing in front of the mirror, my hands clutched to my mouth to prevent myself from wailing. He was right. I was a fucking weakling, and a dumb one at that.My hands pressed my aching chest to suppress the pain. It hurt so much, I didn't know what exactly, but he hurt. Maybe it was the realization that he was right."God, why am I so weak?" I shrieked, my voice echoing off the bathroom walls.I didn't even want to dwell on the fact that the anonymous person knew what happened. It could be anyone; crew members, my colleagues, security, or even this mysterious guy who didn't want to share his name. Or maybe someone who wasn't even on this ship, but had an informant.Then I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection; puffy and red eyes, running nose, smudged mascara that made me look like a panda."You fool," I
**Third person**Valerie let out a gasp and shuddered as soon as she heard the splashing sound that the water made when Karen's body hit it.The screams and gurgling sounds from the water filled Valerie's mind and she pressed her palms against her ears to shut it out. Adam moved away from the scene with the men, his face a mask of satisfaction and joy.Valerie’s chest tightened and she struggled to keep her eyes open. Slowly, the darkness creeped in until she lost her consciousness and slumped to the ground.Elliot, who had been keeping an eye on her from a distance, rushed up to her. “Ma'am?” His hand tapped Valerie and she opened her eyes. She looked and saw that she was on the ground. She must have passed out after witnessing what happened, she thought. And almost immediately, she reached for her phone and stopped the recording.She glanced at Elliot confused, but recognizing him. “How long have I been out for?”“Barely a minute,” he answered.Her head was spinning but she stood
**Third person**Back inside,“Move!” The man dragged Valerie. Her heart sank as she peeped at the dining area to see everyone asleep.Was this a repeat of last time? She'd thought that this arrangement was meant for Karen, but why was this strange man pulling her away?“You've got the wrong person,” she yelled at the man.The masked man kept dragging her until they were outside in the yacht. The night breeze made the scent of the ocean fill her nostrils. A scent she'd once loved, but now she loathed.Valerie noticed that the man was trying to pull her to the edge. Her heart hammered even harder against her chest. “No, no, no,” she cried. “Not again.”She began jumping and struggling vigorously against his grip. It was just two of them, and seeing what he wanted to do made adrenaline course through her veins.Val bit the arm of the man hard. “Argh,” he groaned in pain. He swirled her hair around his fingers and pulled her mouth away from his skin.If he felt any more pain from what sh
**Third person**Adam had told the organizer that he had some urgent things to attend to, but that wouldn't have mattered if Valerie had given him even the tiniest bit of her attention.After playing a few other games, everyone headed back to their cabin. They needed to rest and then begin to prepare for the anniversary tonight.At 7pm, the lounge was abuzz with laughter and music as everyone gathered for the celebration. The area was beautifully decorated. Not the typical way you'd decorate a hall for an anniversary, but it'll do just fine since they were on a yacht.It was adorned with strawberry-red roses and white lilacs dripping at the arc of the entrance to give the venue an elegant look.Different well-decorated tables with glasses and cutlery were scattered across the hall. Each of them was a table for three.At the end of the hall sat a buffet spot with a variety of foods that had the air filled with an exotic aroma while two servers walked around with wine.Valerie had just
**Valerie**The next morning, we all gathered in the cockpit by 9am.“Hello, so we've decided to organize some fun games here. At least to make our stay here worthwhile.”The employees cheered.“Hey, how's that leg?” Gabriel asked, appearing beside me.“It's all fixed,” I smiled, stretching a leg forward to show him.“You're going to pair yourselves in groups of twos. Your left leg will be attached to the right leg of your partner and vice versa.Noise filled the air—murmurs, cheer.“Then you and your partner will make a stop at three different places. There'll be a timer, and the team that reaches the finish line within the time limit wins.Gabriel leaned over to me and whispered, “I'm sure we'll kill it, girl. We make a great team.”I nodded, a bit excited. It's been a while since I allowed myself to engage in these types of activities. I also think I needed the distraction from my loud thoughts.Thank goodness Adam or his wife isn't here. It's obvious that the employees feel freer
**Third person**“I've told you, call me Adam,” he said with a soft voice.Valerie's eyes immediately snapped to the door. She was sure that she'd locked it after Gabriel left, before drifting off to sleep.The cabin with its plush carpet and elegant furnishing seemed to close in on her. “How did you get in here?” She questioned. The daggers her eyes shot at Adam was hard to miss even with the dim lightning in her cabin. Adam smirked before lifting a bunch of keys and jingling them at her. “Spare keys.”She groaned inwardly. Seems she'll have to start bolting the door from inside to prevent scenarios like this, Valerie thought.“Please, leave. I was sleeping before he came in,” she tried her possible best to keep her voice calm and polite. Adam was still her boss after all. She'd ask him first to leave calmly and if he doesn't, then she'll have to take drastic action.But her anger slipped into her tone as she spoke.“Val, don't you think that this is long overdue?” He adjusted on th
**Third person**Everyone was settling in the yacht. Valerie was the only lucky one amongst the selected employees who had a room to herself.She had just unpacked her things from her box into the wardrobe. A casual pair for later tonight, a dinner gown for tomorrow night, another casual cloth for before dinner, and then the clothes she'll leave with on Sunday.Then Val arranged all her cosmetics and makeup into the cupboard. The yacht was huge, with about six luxurious cabins, a master suite—where she assumed Adam and Karen would be staying—and then a VIP suite.They probably paired the employees two-to-one room, and since they were an odd number, that's how she ended up alone, Valerie thought to herself.The yacht was one of those expenses she had made on herself before marrying Adam. She had decided to splurge some money on herself for working hard, so she didn't spare a dime when purchasing it.Later, when she got married to Adam, he had berated her for it, saying, What kind of wo