**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
Chapter 97:**Lucas**Just then, I could feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the caller ID—Detective Mike. Then I sighed, my eyes shifting back to Valerie. “Sorry, I have to take this.”She nodded, and I made my way outside the club to the parking lot, where it was quiet."Mr. Stone, it's Detective Mike.”“I know,” I replied. “What's going on?”“You're off the suspect list for Layla's murder,” he confided.“Really?” My brows furrowed in surprise. “That was fast.”“Yes, your alibi was confirmed, and new evidence came up.”"What kind of evidence?” My tone was dripping with a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Did they find the killer?”"Well, it seems Layla might have taken Valerie's car from the party without permission,” he explained. “We found a witness who says Layla was intoxicated and arguing with someone earlier that night."I cocked my brow at his statement, but I didn't respond to it. Taken without permission? Isn't that stealing?"I see.” I nodded. “An
**Lucas** I stood there for a while, contemplating whether to interrupt the session or keep moving. And neither of them noticed my presence. These two… When did they… Finally deciding to interrupt, I cleared my throat. Once. Twice. Then Calvin spotted me first. His eyes widened, and he immediately broke the kiss. “Mr… Mr. Stone?” He stuttered. “What are you doing here?” Frances equally turned to look at me, her cheeks turning red as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear and then adjusted her blouse. “I could ask you the same thing,” I said to Calvin, an amused chuckle leaving me. “When did you two…” “Tonight,” replied Frances with a small roll of her eyes. “And now you're spoiling the fun,” she grumbled, wrapping her arms around her chest. I cocked a brow, surprised. And my eyes shifted to Calvin. “What did I miss?” “Uhm, sorry. I wanted to keep a watch on you. To drive you home in case you're drunk this time.” His lips twitched slightly to imply his meaning. “Thanks for kee
**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