**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**With Karen's fingers hooked at the back of Victor's neck and her legs securely wrapped around his waist, they headed for the dining. “Wait, wait… Why don't we do it here first?” Karen suggested with a smirk.Victor mirrored her smirk. “Where?” “The top of the stairs,” she whispered with a naughty look. “And then we can go to the dining.”Valerie slipped out from under the table, her entire body trembling. She walked over to the study door and strained her ears, trying to catch any sound before she opened it.She tiptoed out of the study, watching her back with every step she took.“Faster! Harder!!” Karen cried with every thrust that Victor gave. Valerie traced the sound from a distance and then found the lovebirds. She observed the scene from the shadows before pulling out her phone again and making a video of them.And then she continued tiptoeing to the dining room.When she got there, Adam was still unconscious, and so she immediately picked up her bag and pla
**Third person** Everything seemed to amuse him, maybe because he had somehow ended up sleeping for about eighteen hours himself. “Yes, I guess we were both tired,” Val replied, feigning innocence. Adam grinded his teeth in annoyance, and his blood boiled; he'd just missed a perfect opportunity. “Sure, I guess we were.” The next day at work went quickly for Valerie. Adam didn't come to work, and she was going to see Grandma after work. And as soon as another fruitless day of working on that project ended, she headed to the knitting club. All she needed to make her feel better after a long day at work was Grandma's soothing voice. But when Val got there, Martha's usual seat was empty. "Hello, I'm Valerie Thorne; a member of this club,” she introduced herself to a woman by the window. "Please, do you know where Martha is?" Valerie asked without even waiting for the woman to respond to her first statement. "Oh dear, you were the one sitting with her last week,” sh
**Third person**“Sure, the voice on the other end replied. “What exactly are you looking for?”“Nothing in particular, just background checks and all.”“Okay then. Text me the details.”With that, the line went dead.“There was something odd about this Valerie,” Layla murmured to herself before walking over to see her friend.******************************Valerie left the hospital late and headed home. She was really grateful for Frances for taking care of Grandma. She'd even collected her number under the pretext of checking up on Grandma.“We're here,” the cab driver announced, snapping Val out of her thoughts. “Oh, thanks.” She gave him his fare and alighted.Getting to her house, she saw a small carton at her doorstep. She picked it up and looked around, but there was no one.So she unlocked her door and went in with the carton. And after unboxing, she was surprised to see that it was filled with files. Then she began scanning the documents one at a time. “Wow…. These are all
**Lucas**“Valerie!” I shouted as I watched the taxi drive away with her.“Fuck!!” I yelled. I ran a palm across my face, my heart pounding as I pulled at my hair. Why do I keep fucking things up? Just why??!I groaned and then jogged back to the garage, deciding to drive to her house. “I hope she's headed home,” I muttered frustratedly.How was I supposed to explain things to her when I clearly know how this looks? But how do I convince her? I'm quite sure that nothing happened. Even though I was drunk, at least I'd remember bits and pieces of the sex afterwards—that's if it did happen—but there was nothing at all. Nothing.Just as I approached my car, Angela blocked my path. “What are you doing?” she asked.I shrugged, moved away from her and took another route, but she was quick to block my way again. “Why are you going after her when I'm here?”“Angela. Move,” I gritted out slowly, my patience wearing thin.“Why? I'm the one who loves you. I can make you happy.” Then her eyes dil
**Valerie**“Karen?” I echoed, my heart racing, and he nodded.“Just be quiet,” he whispered and gave me a reassuring look before stepping out.After he left, I moved to the door and pressed myself against it, my ears straining to eavesdrop on their conversation.“Hey babe, what do you say about lunch?” I heard him say to Karen.“Lunch?” Came her response.I imagine her face was twisted into a scowl because he continued, “I don't know why you think that about me. I'm sorry, okay? I'm not behind those pranks.”A pause. Then, “Why are you acting so strangely right now?" Karen's voice asked. "You didn't give a shit that I thought you were responsible for the pranks. So why are you apologizing all of a sudden?”“That's not it,” he chuckled, but I could hear the tremble in it. “I thought your meeting ended a while ago. What are you still doing here?” I heard the clinking of heels get closer and closer to the door. Then it stopped.“Let's talk things over. Let's go for lunch, okay?” I ima
**Valerie**I was sitting across from Tessa at work, my mind wandering and a thousand thoughts trooping in.So they're not my parents? Explains everything.Or did Karen just say I'm not her sister to make her seem less bad?But if they're not my parents, then who are they? Are my real parents still alive? Where are they?“Val?” Tessa's voice snapped me out of my daze.I blinked rapidly to suppress the tears welling in my eyes before I looked up at her. “Uhm, yeah?”She studied my face for a moment. “You good?”I nodded. “Yeah, sure." I tried to make my voice seem cheerful. "What's up?”She side-eyed me, her face screaming, ‘I know you're not fine, but it's okay if you don't want to tell me what's wrong.’ Then she pushed a document over to me.My face lit up, my eyes shifting from the document that was now in my hand to her face. “Is this what I think it is?”"Who knows?” She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Check it out."My hands got to work immediately, opening the envelope
**Valerie**“Wait…” He paused, processing my words. Then a proud laugh ripped from his throat. “That was intentional?”I smiled but didn't say a word. I just allowed him to take his time and catch his breath until he spoke up again.“But doesn't that mean you'll lose Adam as an ally?” He asked with a thoughtful expression.I shrugged. “I don't have use for him anymore,” I replied sincerely.“Fucking bastard is getting what he deserves,” Matt seconded with a nod. There was a brief pause on the other end before he spoke again. “There's something I want to tell you about that Gary Miller. How does the weekend sound? It's not urgent.”“Yeah, there's that guy,” I sighed out. “Weekend's fine for me, Matt.”“Okay, good, I'll see you then.”“Yeah, bye.”The line went dead, and I placed my phone away, my mind shifting to the bug in Adam's bedroom and what new recordings it must have acquired.After the bloodbath yesterday, Karen must have had some things to say. Actually, not ‘some’... She mus
**Third person**Karen let out another loud laugh. Her tone was filled with mockery and amusement. “I should have known something was wrong when ‘Ashleeey’ didn't come for you.” She air-quoted the word ‘Ashley,’ disdain resting on her tongue.Then she paused, her smile vanishing completely and replaced with a fierce look. "If Ashley's ghost was truly roaming around, you'd be the first one she attacks!” She spat. “After all, you're the son of a bitch who killed his pregnant wife!”Adam recoiled, taken aback by Karen's words. He scoffed, disbelief clouding his features. How could she put it on him? When she was just as bad.“You must be delusional,” he snarled, facing his wife head-on. “Why do you think she wouldn't have come for you? Aren't you the whore of a sister who was sleeping with her man?!” He let his disgust-filled eyes rake over her. “Plus you fucking killed her too!”Karen lounged forward, her face contorted in rage as her palm flew in the air, aiming for Adam's face. But Ad
**Valerie**Adam's eyes caught mine for a brief moment, and I could see the anger beneath his calm facade. I swallowed and looked away, not wanting to figure out what he was thinking. I wasn't scared, though. I shouldn't be. I couldn't be.Lucas reached for my hand and gave it a light squeeze. I smiled and looked up at him, grateful for the support he didn't even know that I needed.I held onto his hand for a few more minutes, just enjoying the warmth and comfort his touch brought. My gaze roamed the emptying hall, my eyes catching some members of security rushing up to the stage with towels in hand.“Maybe we should leave now,” I suggested to Lucas after a while.At this point, they'd carried Mr. and Mrs. Harrison off stage. The hall was basically empty, save for Adam and Karen, who remained in their seats, and a few workers still roaming about.Lucas seemed to search my face for a moment before speaking. “We could take our time if you want.”Take our time?“Why?" I blurted out with
**Valerie**Even Adam gasped. I watched his shoulders sag in what I believe was defeat.The man’s eyes scanned the room slowly, searching for last-minute bids. Though his eyes lingered on Adam for a while, perhaps expecting him to counter the offer.I rolled my eyes at him. Really? He should end this already.“Pièce de résistance has been sold for twenty million dollars,” the auctioneer shouted, his face beaming.The room erupted into applause as Lucas was declared the winner. I leaned over, my voice barely audible. “Twenty million dollars?”Adam's defeat was satisfying, but I didn't like the fact that Lucas had to spend so much money in the process.Lucas smirked, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he leaned forward. “I told you I'd get it, didn't I?” he muttered casually, more of a statement than a question. So I didn't answer; I just shook my head slightly.“Our next piece for tonight is the exquisite ‘Midnight Mirage’ by Alexis LaRue,” the auctioneer announced, shifting our focu
**Valerie** My brows furrowed in confusion. How? Why would he say that? He doesn't even know that I'm married. But before I had any time to process his words, he turned to Freya. "This is Valerie Thorne. She's the most beautiful woman in the world, and she's my girlfriend." He brushed my hair slightly with his free hand, the touch sending a shiver down my spine. Most beautiful woman in the world? My cheeks turned a bright shade of red as I extended a hand to her. The woman didn't take my hand. Instead, her smile faltered, a flicker of disdain crossing her features. "Oh, you're his girlfriend?" she echoed, the words laced with a chilling disbelief. Before I could respond, Lucas cut through the awkward silence. "Yup. And nice catching up, but we should get going." His tone was firm, effectively brushing off her condescension. A surge of pride and satisfaction coursed through me as I watched Freya's smile vanish completely, replaced by a look of stunned disbelief. We moved a
**Valerie**Saturday night,My eyes caught my parents, and I felt the air knock out of my lungs. Mrs. Harrison, my mother, was looking as elegant as usual. She was wearing a sleeveless ball gown, her hair styled into a fringe and ponytail, and her arm locked onto my dad's.My dad, ever the charmer, was laughing with a man I recognized. He was one of the big investors at the Harrisons' company.I could imagine what Dad was saying to the man. ‘We’re on the verge of a revolutionary breakthrough, and with your support, we can make it happen.‘ It was his typical way of luring new investors or encouraging old investors to invest more.Then suddenly, his eyes met mine. I reached for a glass of wine from a passing tray and gulped everything at once, the liquid doing very little to calm my frayed nerves.“Are you okay?” Lucas, who was standing beside me, asked.I tore my eyes from Peter Harrison, my gaze sweeping across the room, taking in the grand ballroom shimmering like wonderland. It was