**Third person**Valerie's feet trembled as she made her way back to her chair.Amelia eyed her suspiciously and then scoffed in disbelief. “Don't you think you're being too dramatic for just a slap?” But Val remained silent, the content of the text message still echoing in her head. *You don't get to have a second chance with a new face and identity and then act this impulsively. Next time, think through your actions before you execute.*Her eyes darted around the office, searching for anyone watching her.Someone in the office right now knows who she is. The person had been observing everything. They'd seen her stand up and head toward Adam's office. But how could they have known her intentions? Maybe they'd guessed, pondering why she'd wanted to interrupt Adam's conversation with his wife just after the slap.The thoughts of this mystery person sent shivers down her spine.Whoever it was must have watched her so closely to be able to predict her actions.Valerie's anxious gaze
**Third person**Matt traced her line of sight and saw the man walking to their table. Then his eyes flickered back to Val. “Do you know him?” She opened her mouth to say something, but the words refused to come out. Lucas kept advancing towards them.And just when she thought he was going to stop at their table, he passed by and headed to the table behind Matt. Valerie let out a small, amused snort. "I guess not," she replied.“Oh,” he murmured, his eyes darting between Lucas, who had just settled on a chair, and Valerie, who was sitting opposite him. He'd clearly noticed something was amiss, but he decided not to push it. "So, about this new friend of yours..." he began, attempting to ease the awkward atmosphere. "Friend is a strong word," she corrected. “I barely know her.”And after the painful betrayal of those she loved the most, she wasn't in a hurry to make new friends."So, what's she like?” Matt asked curiously.“She's bubbly… Talks a lot.”Valerie could feel Lucas's
**Third person**“She sometimes leaves work very late,” Amelia continued. “We could ask them to wait for her just outside the premises. Then we could kidnap her and ask her questions.”Karen let out a wry chuckle. “Let her be for now. Doing all that right now won't solve anything.”“Or we could call the delivery company and make sure they tell us who sent the package,” Amelia insisted curtly.Then she shrugged and added, “And she's been disrespectful to me lately."Karen’s brow raised in amusement. “Really? What did she do?”“Uh…she,” Amelia stuttered; she wasn't expecting Karen to ask for the details. “She's been making eyes and glaring at me,” Amelia managed.“Well, glare at her back,” Karen shot.Amelia blinked in disbelief. “Ma'am?”“Stop the car,” Karen ordered the driver, and the car immediately screeched to a halt.Then she turned to Amelia. “You should get off now.”"But it'll be difficult for me to get a cab from h-" Amelia's words trailed off as she met Karen's icy gaze."O
**Third person**Karen's mind drifted off to her relationship with her sister, Ashley, and how similar this Valerie girl was to her.They always wanted to help, were always convinced they could fix everything, and believed themselves to be incredibly intelligent.Back then, Ashley always pretended to be a saint; she'd acted so innocently... And she even fooled James into liking her.Karen rolled her eyes.And that must be why Val thinks she could handle a project like this in one week.Then Karen turned to look at Amelia, who had been staring at her the entire time, waiting for an answer.”There's no plan. I simply wait for her to fail and then fire her for being incompetent."Valerie was certainly not worth making plans for; Karen could easily make her disappear forever if she wanted to.“Wow, that's brilliant, ma'am,” Amelia chirped, a satisfied grin plastering on her face as she spoke.Val spent the rest of the day working on the project, her mind occasionally filled with thoughts
**Valerie**I cleared my throat, trying to hide my surprise. “Uh, yeah.”My heart raced. Lucas was the investor?“Well, I've been working. I just decided to cool off a bit by coming here,” I quickly added. "Oh, okay, then, I could help if you need anything,” she offered.“Sure, thank you.”With that, I hung up, and then I saw Matt walking towards me. “Any problem?” He asked, taking the seat beside me.I sighed. “Well, the presentation I told you about... I just realized that the investor I'll be pitching to is someone I don't like.”“Someone you don't like?” Matthew cocked a questioning eyebrow at me but didn't say anything more.“Well, I kind of encountered him before, and we started on the wrong foot,” I explained, my fingers playing with my brush.His jaw clenched visibly, and his brows furrowed.“Val? Did he do something bad to you?”“No, no. I was the one who answered his call,” I blurted out without thinking. Shit… How could I have said that?Even though I don't owe Matt any
**Third person** Valerie smiled, pretending to be unfazed. "I've done extensive research on the target demographic, and I believe that our product will resonate with them on a deep level,” she replied confidently. “Plus, I've analyzed the numbers, and I'm certain that we can increase sales by at least 20% within the first quarter." Lucas snorted. "That sounds like a lot of buzzwords. Can you give me some actual numbers?" "Of course, Mr. Stone.” Val shifted her focus back to the slides before she continued. “According to my research, our target demographic is most active on social media between the hours of 7pm and 10pm. By targeting our ads during this time period, I believe we can increase our reach by at least 30%." Then her eyes returned to Lucas, who seemed to have an impressed look on his face, and she felt her stomach swell with satisfaction. Lucas raised an eyebrow. "I'll give you credit, Miss Thorne. You've done your homework. But what’s the biggest potential setback
**Third person**"Good day, ma'am," Val greeted, her eyes quickly scanning the office while Karen stood by the window, backing Valerie.The office was dramatically different from what she remembered; everything, from the paintings to the furniture, was white. It was Karen's signature color, and she had an eye for detail.This office had once belonged to one of Adam's friends, and for a fleeting moment, Val wondered why she hadn't seen him around. “I heard you did well with the project?” Karen asked, then glanced at Valerie briefly before returning her eyes to the window.“Yes, ma'am,” Valerie replied, unsure of where the conversation was leading. “That's great, then." Karen nodded, then spun around to face Val. "I'd like you to work on something for me too.”Val looked up at Karen, stunned.“Why?” Karen raised a brow at Valerie's facial expression. “You don't want to?”“N-no, ma'am,” Val stuttered. Then Karen's lips curled into a sly smile. “Okay good. You can go for now; I'll let
**Third person**“I want you to teach someone a lesson,” Amelia spoke into the receiver.The man let out a shrill laugh. “You already know how it works.” “Send a picture and where I can find this person,” he instructed.“Sure, I'm sending it now.”Amelia hung up, and she immediately sent a picture of Val to the man, along with the address of the rooftop bar.A sinister grin spread across the man's face as he examined the picture. "Come, boys, look at this," he called out.Three burly men, bare-chested and reeking of cigarettes, who were lounged on a worn-out sofa, hurried over. Their eyes lit up with desire as they ogled the photo.“Ahh, exactly what I need for a good rest tonight. My balls are blue as fuck!” One of them announced, and the rest let out wild laughs that echoed through the room."Let's go, then," the leader declared, his voice thick with anticipation.The men quickly pulled on their cigarette-stained shirts and exited the grimy apartment.Meanwhile, at the rooftop bar,
**Third person**It was almost as if Valerie disappeared just when Elliot blinked. After dismissing the woman who'd come to talk to him, he looked up but he didn't find his boss.Damnit! He'd clenched his jaw and quickened his pace, his hand instinctively resting on the gun holstered at his hip as he rushed outside. Eyes scanned everywhere around but there was no trace of her. "Miss Thorne?" he called out, his mind racing. “Ashley?” He called louder.“Valerie?”There was no response. Immediately, he dialed her number… once, twice, thrice… until it was unreachable.He'd rushed over to some passersby to ask if they'd seen her… There was nothing. Shit! Just then, his phone started ringing. Elliot pulled the device out and stared at the screen, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he registered the caller ID—Mr. Stone.He took a deep breath and then pressed the answer button.*****************************Valerie's eyes fluttered open, her gaze was blurry and unfocused. She tried to sit
**Third person**Valerie's blood ran cold as she stared at the picture attached to the message. It was a picture of a small boy, no more than two years old. The fact that he was a spitting image of Lucas Stone had goosebumps erupting all over her skin—same blue eyes, jet-black hair, nose, lips, jawline…Val's heart rate increased. Her son was truly alive?“We’re heading to the hospital; Mr. Stone said we're meeting him there?” Elliot asked, his hands already on the ignition.Valerie nodded absent mindedly and he started the car.She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she stuck her head outside the window. Breeze hit her face but it did nothing to calm her. She knew that she had to lose Elliot, and fast. As the car moved through the city, she spotted a convenience store up ahead and made a split-second decision. "I need to stop and get some water," she said suddenly.Elliot frowned and glanced at the bottle of water sitting in the middle of the car compartment.
**Third person**Valerie's smile broadened into a full-blown grin. "Oh, don't think it's unfair if justice isn't served for your lover's sister."Karen frowned, her eyes narrowing. "My lover? What do you mean?" What did this have to do with Victor, she hasn't even heard from him, Karen wondered.Valerie locked her eyes onto Karen's. "Victor, your bodyguard... the one you've been fucking.” She paused to study Karen's face—she didn't look so confident anymore. “But you killed his sister."Karen's face drained of blood, her eyes wide and her lips parting with shock. Valerie continued, "The young lady who took care of Nathaniel Scott."Dread coursed through Karen, her mind shifting back to the night Nathaniel was killed. He'd been with a woman, and when Adam killed Mr. Scott, the woman witnessed it. Karen had to silence her.A small smile found its way to Valerie's lips as she studied the horrified look on Karen's face. "So now, does it finally ring a bell?"Karen's eyes stung with tears
**Third person**Valerie woke up to a wet sensation on her clit. A shiver coursed through her spine, her nipples hardening.The sensation continued, and she was forced to open her eyes. She wiped her heavy eyes with the back of her palm and then looked down between her legs, where the source of the heat she was feeling came from. Lucas, with his head between her thighs, looked up, his tongue still whipping her sensitive clit. “Morning, babe,” he murmured. Valerie blinked a couple of times to clear her eyes. She arched her back and she cried out in pleasure when he slipped a finger inside her. “W-what are you doing?” She managed to ask between moans.He smiled and looked up at her again, with those dark, desire-filled eyes. Her cheeks flushed as she noticed her pussy juice rubbed all over his mouth and its surroundings. “I've always dreamed of waking you up like this,” she murmured, his voice rough.Lucas slipped another finger in her and began pumping, his tongue returning to her c
**Third person**Karen's face went pale, and she was silent. The officer spoke up again. “What will it be, Mrs. Smith? Will you rat your parents out to save your skin?”Finally, Karen's eyes flashed with defiance, locked on the officer’s. "No."The officer's expression didn't change, but her voice took on a slightly harder edge. "Mrs. Smith, we have evidence. We know your parents were involved. It's better for you if you cooperate."Karen's jaw set, her eyes blazing with determination. "I said no," she hissed. The officer pressed her lips into a thin line stood up. “Very well then,” she sighed out in resignation. “I'll ask you again after you spend a week in this shithole. I'm sure you'll have a change of mind.” Then she shrugged and gave Karen a wicked smile. “That's if you survive it. Because this place is no place for a pretty girl like you.”“Go to hell if you think you can scare me!” Karen snapped, trying to seem confident even though her voice trembled slightly.”The woman smi
**Third person**Wait… Valerie just stood still for a few minutes, her mind blank, her head spinning.A gentle tap from Elliot had her snapping out of her daze. She looked up at her robot. “It's fine, he's a friend. Give us a moment, please,” she murmured absentmindedly. Elliot glanced at Victor briefly, a warning flashing in his eyes before he stepped back.As Valerie's eyes locked onto Victor's, she felt goosebumps erupt all over her skin. The initials "VA" flashed into her mind. He was the anonymous person who had been helping her all along. How??"How are you...?" Valerie's voice trailed off as the memories came flooding back. The first time he'd texted her, she was literally about to enter Adam's office with a knife. He had been standing just outside the door. So she didn't think too much about him. He was Karen's bodyguard. He had always been in plain sight, but she never recognized him. Even on the yacht... he was always there. He knows about all Karen's plans; that's how he
**Third person**“I thought the reality sank in after you cried for help?” Lucas mocked, his eyes shooting daggers at Adam. “If I think about what you tried to do to my woman, I still have this urge to kill you regardless.”Adam's jaw clenched again at the mention of ‘my woman’. But he didn't say a word about it, he wouldn't dare.Lucas placed the paper and pen that he was holding on the table. “Sign them now while I'm being nice,” he ordered, his voice a low growl that had Adam forcing a lump down his throat. Then he removed his feet from Adam's hand.Adam cried out in relief.Using his other hand as support, Adam tried to massage the hurt one into shape, but it was numb anyway. He looked up at Lucas, “My fingers… I—I can't sign.”Lucas shot Adam a glare without saying a word. He didn't need to.Adam swallowed, and quickly, he picked up the pen with trembling hands and scribbled his signature on the paper. His jaw tightened when he finished signing. So he is actually divorced from A
**Third person**“I'll get you, I promise,” she swore, and then climbed out of the window, still flashing the knife in her hand.Karen sprinted to her car and leapt inside. Her shaky hands found the ignition, her eyes watching Elliot who was almost closing in on her as she sped away.Elliot paused to catch his breath, his hands on his waist as he watched the back of Karen's car helplessly. Then immediately, he rushed inside to check up on the women.He apologized to the frightened women, then he cleaned Frances’s wound. Afterwards, he called Lucas to inform him. And as expected, Lucas was fuming. ****************************Valerie sat on the hard chair, her fingers drumming on the desk as she waited with her eyes fixed on the door where Adam would emerge. An officer brought him out, his wrists cuffed to a chain around his waist. His eyes met Valerie's, and his face brightened.Adam looked worn out, his skin pale and his eyes sunken. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were w
**Third person**“Hello, sister,” Karen sneered, her eyes blazing with fury as she got closer. She reached where Valerie was standing, and without hesitating, she swung her knife in the air. Adrenaline coursed through Valerie, and she dodged quickly before any harm was done. “What are you doing?” Valerie fumed, taking swift steps backward, further into the room and away from Karen.Karen followed. “Come, let me show you.” She lunged forward and swiped the blade at Val again. Valerie scurried backwards again, her heart racing with fear as she reached for a pillow on her bed. She used it as a shield when Karen swung her arm in the air again. The knife sliced the pillow fabric, fiber bleeding out.“Don't you think you've done enough harm already?” Valerie panted, heart hammered anxiously against her chest as she spoke. She glanced at the bathroom door that was still shut. Frances was still inside, listening to her music and singing along loudly.“The fact that you're still alive means