**Third person**“So I've made my findings.”“Good, that was fast. So did you confirm everything that I said?”“Not exactly. You'll have to bring me—"“Wait, not so fast, Mr. Stone,” she cut in, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as she realized that this call meant she had the upper hand.He frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”“You have to pay for my silence.” Her lips stretched into a smirk. “I'm very sure Mrs. Smith would be interested in—”Lucas scoffed. “How much do you want?”She smiled confidently. “Five million.”“I'll send seven. Get a DNA test between the sisters done.”“The sisters?” Layla exclaimed, slightly taken aback. “How do you expect me to do that? Karen and I aren't—"“Your problem,” he cut her off. “Then he lowered his phone, about to hang up when something crossed his mind. “And don't tell Valerie that you told me about her… ‘secret.’”His voice came out as a low growl, a dangerous edge to it.Layla swallowed the lump in her throat. “I understand.” The
**Third person** Mrs. Stone raised a brow, genuinely taken aback by Angela's audacity. “You're not leaving?” Her tone was as sharp as her gaze, daring Angela to repeat her words. Angela swallowed. “That’s not what I meant, mother. Please, I want to be by Lucas's side.” “Lucas doesn't want to be by your side,” Lucas chipped in through gritted teeth. “Angela, you have to leave.” Mrs. Stone's voice was softer now. “What happened between you two was a mistake.” “Nothing happened between us,” Lucas clarified, his frown deepening. For goodness sake, he'd know if there was sex. And why can't he remember anything else after the bar? Mrs. Stone glanced at Lucas briefly, a small sigh leaving her before she returned her focus to Angela. “You two aren't meant to be.” Angela's fingers dug into the sheet wrapped around her. “But—” “Leave," Mrs. Stone cut in, her voice dripping with an air of finality. "Before I'm forced to take drastic measures,” she added when Angela didn't respond. With t
**Valerie** I sat on a bench, surrounded by the soothing sounds of the breeze rustling leaves and birds chirping. The park was quiet, with only a few people strolling by. I drew my knees to my chest, my eyes squeezed shut, savoring the feel of the air on my skin as I allowed my mind to wander. It had already been a couple of days, but my mind kept replaying the scene at Lucas's house that day—the pictures of Ashley in his drawer. I'd done my own investigating, but there was nothing that connected Ashley and Lucas. Hell, we'd never even met, let alone anything more. Should I confront him? Maybe, I don't know. Perhaps I should act neutral and ask him who the woman is? That's probably what I should have done that day. I gritted my teeth. Frustration was eating me alive, a flood of unanswered questions swirling in my mind. I willed myself to push the thoughts aside. I needed to shift my attention to the task at hand—Karen's prank. "Val," a voice called out from behind me. I opened
**Valerie**“I think we should leave,” Matt suggested.Yeah, we should. But just not yet.Lucas crossed his arms, not breaking eye contact with me as he leaned against his car.The staring competition went on for a few more minutes until Matt tapped on my shoulder. "Val?" And I imagine his gaze had been darting between me and Lucas.My eyes shifted briefly to Matt, who was now holding my arm, and before they could return to Lucas, he was already in his car, driving off.I frowned. What the hell? What was that?Then a thought struck me. *It's not stalking since I don't know that you close windows before taking off your bra.*Is that probably how he found me here? Did he continue stalking me?I thought it was cute back then. “Silly me,” I groaned. But now, it's really creepy knowing that he might be watching my every move and he could harm me at any time.“What's that?” Matt asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.My brows furrowed. “What?”“You groaned just now and mumbled some words. I
**Third person**Karen stood in front of the bathroom sink, her toothbrush hanging midair as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She took in the wrinkle lines sitting on her forehead; she had somehow managed to go through three years of ageing in a week.Her phone rang, shrill in the silence. A tremor coursed through her as she watched the device ring with the unknown number displayed.She wouldn't answer it. What if it was Ashley?Karen watched the phone ring two more times before the device beeped, a text message notification displaying on her screen.She wiped on her screen and opened it, her grip on her toothbrush tightening as she read through the message: "My blood is in your hands... literally."Karen spun around, her eyes wildly scanning the bathroom as if checking whether Ashley's form was watching her. She took a deep breath when she didn't see anything.“Calm, be calm, Calm,” she chanted to herself, her trembling hands reaching for the tap and turning it on with a j
**Third person**“I'm sorry, Ash,” Karen began shouting. “I slapped you that day; I know I shouldn't have. I called you all sorts of names. I… I…” Her voice broke. “I killed you; I watched you drown.”“I'm sorry, okay?” Her voice was softer, and she was sobbing. “We're sisters after all, aren't we?”Adam just stood there, dread filling him. His mind reeled, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Karen make a fool of herself.He'd taken a few steps towards his wife to console her when a vase on the coffee table suddenly exploded, shattering into a hundred pieces. The sound was deafening, and Karen's eyes went wide as she stumbled backward."Oh God, oh God, oh God!" She screamed, her hands flying up to cover her ears.Adam's heart was racing as he stared at the shattered remains of the vase, a cold chill running down his spine as he stood there, frozen. Just then, Karen's phone started ringing again, shrill and insistent. She hesitated for a moment, her fear turning to rage, and
**Valerie**We both turned to see Lucas standing there, looking ravishing. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body.Today, he was wearing a pair of dark, fitted jeans that accentuated his well-muscled physique. The first three buttons of his crisp, white shirt were open, revealing a generous amount of his chiselled chest. I rolled my eyes at the urge to flatten my palm on his chest.A feeling of déjà vu washed over me as my eyes shifted to the toned forearms that his rolled-up sleeves exposed. This moment right here felt like it had happened before—me, Lucas, and Frances. We were…"Mind if I join you guys?" He asked, snapping me back to reality. His voice was husky, his gaze fixed on me and a sly glint in his eye. He ran a hand through his perfectly messy hair, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to gleam in the dim light of the club. I swallowed hard and looked away, my thighs involuntarily clenching at the memory of the last sex
Chapter 96:**Lucas**Today is my lucky day. Fate had pushed us to meet at the bar. Well, it's not really fate since I've been following her around and watched her enter here, right?Yes, it is. But I'll just call it man-made fate.After waiting for about an hour, I'd just walked into the bar and spotted her. Those seductive gray eyes will be the end of me. From the first time I saw her in daylight, I knew there was something about her… special, beautiful…But how could I have guessed that she was somehow Ashley?Ashley was perfection—thick and curvy. And Valerie? Wow, Valerie literally knocks the air out of me.I had been indirectly trying to point her in the direction of the truth all night, making subtle references to her past. Maybe she'll finally remember.She'd not believe me if I told her, so I wanted her to figure it out herself.My eyes remained on her as I watched her think of a response to give me; Why did she leave that night?My Val looked like she wished the ground would
**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