**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
**Third person**He'd lied about everything just to be with Val??!“Hello, hello, Karen?” Layla's voice called out from the receiver.“You may leave,” Karen said to the guard. Her voice was surprisingly calm and steady despite the raging inferno inside. She brought the phone back to her ear. "Are you still there?" Layla asked."Forget it," Karen mumbled through gritted teeth.Either Layla didn't hear what Karen said or she desperately wanted to remedy the situation because she went on to say, “I know a better way to get Valerie out of here as soon…”“I said forget it!” Karen snapped, interrupting Layla, and the line went dead. Then she stood up and began pacing the length of her office, her fingers running through her hair occasionally.Why their home? Why not a hotel?Why must he taint their home with some whore?Why??! Her feet stilled in front of her desk. Then she swung her arms, wiping everything off the table in anger. Her flower vase, along with some files, fell to the floo
**Third person**Valerie's throat suddenly felt dry. She forced a swallow before pressing her lips together.Then Lucas massaged her shoulder. “Are you okay?” He asked sweetly, his piercing blue eyes staring down at her, and she felt her breath hitch.Yes, she'd signed a contract to act as his girlfriend, but that was only supposed to be in front of his family. Still, the way he spoke to her just now, the way he looked at her... it all felt good.Adam’s eyes widened in stunned horror. “Girlfriend? Who is that?” His eyes darted from Val to Lucas with his mouth hanging open.“Is there a problem?” Lucas arched a questioning brow, his focus returning to Adam.Adam's fists clenched by his sides and his blood boiled, but he willed himself to respond. “No, no, of course not,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.Lucas took a sharp breath, his eyes never leaving Adam’s. “I must have heard wrong. There's no way you said something about making work difficult for my girlfriend, right?”“Ye
**Valerie**After I told Lucas that he sounded like a donkey braying, he caged me to the bed. His manly cologne filled my senses and awakened the desire I'd tried so hard to suppress.Feeling a wet sensation between my legs, I clenched my thighs.My gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips, and I wished our lips would meet. But at that moment, he rolled over to his side of the bed, and he closed his eyes.Was this how this night was going to end? With nothing happening? “Of course, that's how it should be,” the voice in my head fired back.But at that moment, my lips parted, “Uh... Can I turn off your lamp?” The words escaped before I had a chance to stop them, and my body moved too.I don't know why I said that; I wasn't thinking. Shit, I don't even know why I was doing this. Maybe it was because I'd been sex starved for over a year before my one night stand with Lucas. And that night only did more to fuel my desires.Hovering above him, I reached for the lamp and turned it off, pl
**Third person**“Good,” Karen said with a satisfied smirk and ended the call.Tessa lowered the phone, the weight of what Karen just said settling on her. She was to spy on Valerie and report back to her. So far, Val did seem odd, but there was nothing concrete.Except… Expect for the time when Adam sent Valerie flowers and a text message.“I hope you like the flowers. The offer to be my mistress is still on the table; have a nice day (inserts love emoji),” the message had read. She'd taken a quick peek at it before Valerie noticed she didn't fail to inform Karen about it.Maybe it was part of the reasons Karen wanted her gone? Or maybe it was something else. Anyway, that didn't matter to her, as long as she was getting paid. As long as the money was going to help with her mother's hospital bills...**Valerie**The whistling sound of the kettle snapped me out of my thoughts. I reached for the hot water and poured it into the tea cup on the counter, the smell of milk and honey fil
**Valerie** Wow… Was Adam really willing to divorce Karen and backstab his in-laws just to be with me? Me? The fat and ugly Ashley? An amused chuckle left my lips before I could stop it. I stared at his face a tad longer, and there was no sign that he was joking. He was actually serious? Taking over and divorcing Karen? Seems like I won't even have to do much since he was on the path of self-destruction. Then I smirked. "Well, I guess we'll never know.” With that, I walked away. What was he up to? Either way, it sounded exciting. An hour later, I was at the knitting club. A wave of warmth washed over me. There, by the window, sat Grandma and Frances, their heads bent over their knitting projects. A smile spread across my face as I approached them. “Hello,” I said with a big grin as soon as I was standing in front of them. "Valerie!" Grandma exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "Good to see you; I almost thought you wouldn't make it.” “Uh, I finished working late. You look a
**Lucas**“So anything on why Adam wants to make work difficult for Valerie?” I asked Calvin.I couldn't just ignore what I heard him say to her, Adam was a complete jerk.“Apparently, Mr. Smith likes Mrs. Thorne,” he answered.My brows raised as I turned to look at him. I wouldn't put cheating beneath Adam, and Valerie was a very attractive woman.“So, he wants to date an employee?” I scoffed. “And not even minding that his wife works in the same company too?”“Turns out Mr. Smith is quite the womanizer,” Calvin chipped.My jaw clenched and my grip on the window rail tightened. Turns out he really fucking was. At least, now that he thinks Valerie is my girlfriend, I expect him to back off. But still, I wouldn't take chances.“Make sure a close eye is kept on Valerie; I want to know everything that goes on with her in that place,” I instructed. And I assume Karen would not be too fond of her.“Yes, sir,” Calvin said before heading out of my office.Thoughts of her kept running in my
**Adam**Anger surged through me when I saw that damn Lucas wrap his hand around Valerie's slim and slender waist. That waist is mine. She is mine! Mine!!The scene replayed in my head for the umpteenth time. The way she looked at him... She has never looked at me that way.It was supposed to be me, not that self-satisfied prick. And the fact that she had managed to catch the attention of Lucas made her even more desirable. Ruffling my already disheveled hair, I paced the length of my office again; her words kept echoing in my mind.*He's more handsome, caring, richer, and, of course, faithful, seeing as he doesn't have a wife but you do.*My fists clenched, my knuckles turning white, and I punched it hard against the wall without thinking. The sharp pain that coursed through me was a welcome distraction as I leaned against the wall, my eyes closed, trying to calm my racing heart. Oh Valerie… I will have you, no matter what it takes.First, I needed to take over the company comple
**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