Caroline"Grandma, I'm so done with this." I slumped onto the couch, letting out a heavy sigh. "I'm so tired of feeling like a failure." My Grandma Betty, a woman who could make even the worst day feel a little brighter, patted my hand. "Caroline, honey, you know you're not a failure. You're working hard, and you're taking care of your kids.""But, Grandma," I said, my voice cracking, "I'm not even taking care of myself. I barely have time to breathe, let alone take a proper shower.""Well, that's what I'm here for, sweetheart," Grandma Betty said, a twinkle in her eyes. "I'm your backup, your cheerleader, your all-around grandma-extraordinaire. Now, tell me what's really bothering you."I hesitated for a moment. This was a big one, something I hadn't even told Grandma about. But I knew I needed to talk to someone, and who better than the woman who had always been my rock?"It's Ancelotti," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "It's all his fault." "That name rings a bell," Grandma Be
"You know, Caroline," Grandma Betty said, watching me smile as I talked on the phone with Jeffrey, "I've been watching you, and you know what? You're starting to shine again. You're getting that spark back in your eyes. It's good to see."I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. "Oh, Grandma, it's nothing." "Don't downplay yourself, honey," Grandma Betty said, her voice firm but kind. "You're a strong woman, and you're going to get through this. You've got this.""I'm trying, Grandma," I said, a lump forming in my throat. I didn't tell her about my plan, about my plan to use Jeffrey to take down Ancelotti. I knew she wouldn't approve, but I needed to do this. It was my way of getting even, of making sure Ancelotti never forgot what he did to me. "You know, sweetheart," Grandma Betty said, her voice softening, "speaking of strong women, someone came to visit you today."My heart skipped a beat. "Who?" I asked, my mind racing. Could it be...Ancelotti? No, he wouldn't dare show his fac
The slamming of the front door echoed through the house, the sound like a physical blow to Caroline’s chest. Maralyn, her face twisted with a mix of fury and shame, was gone. Caroline watched her leave, a cold satisfaction blooming in her chest. It was done. Maralyn was out of the picture. “Three meats in the game now,” Caroline whispered, her voice barely audible. Ancelotti was the first. She had been forced to be nice to him, all because of Grandma. Grandma, with her endless pronouncements about being "nice to the new boy", had become the bane of Caroline’s existence. But Ancelotti, with his shy smiles and his penchant for wearing mismatched socks, was just too easy to manipulate. He was the perfect target. She’d been pretending to be nice, but behind that mask of faux-friendliness, she was planning her revenge. Ancelotti had become her puppet, his every move orchestrated by her. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and it was only a matter of time before she pulled the s
She had come too far, invested too much, to back down now. She was going to win. She was going to break them all. She was going to be the queen of her own little kingdom.But as she stood there, staring at her reflection, she felt a flicker of doubt. A tiny, whispering voice in the back of her mind. Was this really what she wanted? Was this the kind of person she wanted to be? The thought made her stomach churn. But she quickly pushed it aside. She had made her choice. She was playing the game, and she was going to win. Even if it meant sacrificing her own soul. The next day, Caroline went to a show determined to finally break Maralyn. She had been working on a plan for weeks, a plan that she was sure would bring her victory. She had gathered information, listened to whispers, and put together a plan that was both cruel and devastating. She knew that Maralyn had a talent show coming up. It was her big chance to shine, to show everyone how talented she was. Caroline saw this as her
Author's povCaroline grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, the condensation clinging to the glass like tiny diamonds. She gulped it down, the icy liquid momentarily soothing the burning sensation in her throat. It was the kind of burning you felt after a good fight, not a physical one, but a mental one. The kind that left you feeling raw and exposed.Her eyes drifted to the front door, where Maralyn had stormed out just minutes before. The slam of the door still echoed in Caroline's ears, a reminder of the power struggle that had just unfolded. And while Maralyn had left, the fight, Caroline knew, was far from over. She wanted to feel triumphant, to feel that sweet sense of vindication that came with getting the upper hand. But instead, she felt a strange hollowness. Maralyn's apology had been half-hearted, laced with a resentment that Caroline could practically taste. It wasn't the kind of apology that closed a chapter; it was the kind that only opened up a new one, a more dan
Maralyn’s pov "You think you've won, Caroline? You think you can outsmart me? Think again, sweetheart. You might have a couple of smarts, but you're still playing with fire, and I'm the one holding the matches. Remember those adorable triplets?The ones who were so eager to get to know their big sister? They’re still safe and sound, for now. But they are my bargaining chips, my secret weapon. And I'm going to use them to make you squirm. You'll be begging me to let them go.You'll be begging me to be your friend again. But by then, it will be too late. I’m going to make sure you regret ever crossing me." A wicked laugh bubbled up from my chest, a sound like tinkling bells mixed with the hiss of a serpent. It was a sound that sent shivers down spines, that made hearts race and palms sweat.It was the sound of power, of control. It was the sound of revenge. XOXO, Maralyn. I sent the message and turned back to the babies as I was patiently waiting for Caroline’s response on the rece
Author's povThe air in Grandma Agnes's kitchen was thick with the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls. But Caroline couldn't even taste the sugary goodness. All she could feel was a hollow ache in her chest, a feeling that had been there ever since Maralyn dropped that bombshell. "Barren. You're barren." The word echoed in her mind, a cruel taunt whispered by the wind. Its almost 7 years now but she keeps getting flashes of the past."Caroline, dear, are you listening?" Grandma Agnes's voice, warm and comforting like a cup of hot cocoa on a snowy day, snapped her out of her thoughts."Uh-huh," Caroline mumbled, pushing another bite of cinnamon roll around her plate. "You've been so quiet. You've barely touched your breakfast," Grandma Agnes said, her brow furrowing with concern."I'm just… tired, I guess," Caroline said, forcing a smile. Grandma Agnes gave her a knowing look. "Tired of what, honey? Tired of being so sad? It's been a week since Jeffrey left, and you haven't even shed a
Caroline slammed the restaurant door shut, the sound echoing in the quiet night like a gunshot. "Human, human," she hissed, the word feeling like acid on her tongue. How could she? How could Maralyn, her supposed best friend, carve out her heart like this? After all these years, after shared secrets whispered under bed sheets, after surviving the rollercoaster of life together, she’d just...thrown her to the wolves."Human, human," she repeated, her voice cracking with rising frustration. She could feel the anger, a hot, molten rage, building inside her. She needed to escape, to flee this suffocating betrayal, this small-minded city that seemed to be closing in on her. Out of this restaurant, out of this heartless place where friendships meant nothing, out of the clutches of a heartless, manipulative…human.She felt numb, the betrayal stinging like a fresh wound. A wound so deep, it felt like she'd lost a part of herself. Her friendship with Maralyn, a bond she'd believed unbreakable
We packed up everything – the USB drive, the metal box, the photos, and the weird envelope with the symbol.It was like we were getting ready for some kind of covert operation. I even found an old backpack of my brother's that was totally black and looked like something a spy would use.I grabbed my flashlight again, and Jane insisted on bringing a bag of gummy bears, "for emergency energy," she said. I secretly thought she just really liked gummy bears.We met Jake at the park, near the old gazebo. He looked super freaked out, like he hadn't slept all night. His hair was all messy, and he kept looking around, like he expected Dr. Albright to pop out from behind a tree.He was a good friend of Jeffrey’s, he kept telling us he knew they had to do something, and that he wished he had noticed that something was going on. I could see that he was upset."Okay, show me everything," he said, his voice all shaky. I handed him the USB drive and the photos, and he started looking through them,
The files on the USB drive were a mess. Like, seriously disorganized. There were Word documents with weird titles like "Project Nightingale" and "Operation Sunset," a bunch of photos of random places I didn’t recognize, and a couple of video files with names like "Meeting 1" and "Meeting 2." It was like Jeffrey was trying to make his own spy movie.“Okay, let’s start with the documents,” I said, clicking on "Project Nightingale." A Word file opened up, filled with super technical stuff about some kind of… well, I wasn’t totally sure what it was, but it involved weird chemical formulas and codes. It looked like something out of a science fiction movie.“Ugh, this is boring,” Jane groaned, tapping her pen on her notebook. “Is this all about science? Where’s the action?”I scrolled through it quickly. It mentioned something about "a new compound," "enhanced performance," and "high-risk investment." That’s when I saw a name, hidden in a paragraph: "Dr. Albright." The name sounded vaguely
My heart practically jumped out of my chest and started tap-dancing. Someone was definitely outside the door, and it was not Jeffrey. We had to think fast. Jane dove behind the overflowing laundry hamper, almost knocking over a stack of dirty socks.I quickly shoved the metal box under the bed, hoping no one would look there. I grabbed the USB drive and shoved it into my back pocket, making sure it wouldn’t fall out if I moved around.The keys jingled again, and this time, the door started to open. I scrambled behind the bookcase, trying to make myself as small as possible. I could see the front of the door from the small gap behind the books. It creaked open slowly, and a man walked in. But it wasn't just any man. It was Detective Rourke!My stomach did a triple flip. What was he doing here? Had he followed us? Did he know we broke in? I held my breath, trying not to make a sound. He stepped inside, his face all serious and… I don’t know, kind of tired looking. He didn’t seem to noti
The police dudes were gone, finally! But the noise outside was even worse now. Those reporters were like a pack of wild dogs, barking questions about me. "Is Miss Caroline a suspect?" they yelled. "Did she hire a hitman?" Ugh, it was like a really bad soap opera. I pressed my head against the door, trying to block out the sound of them saying my name with that nasty, suspicious tone."I didn't do this," I whispered, tears dripping onto the wood. I felt like I was starring in some horrible crime movie, and everyone thought I was the bad guy! Even those detectives, Rourke and Lane, looked at me like they didn't believe a word I said. Like, hello, I used to babysit kids, not plan murders!I needed to prove I was innocent, pronto. I couldn't just sit here and wait for everyone to decide I was a criminal. I had to find the real shooter. Like in a Nancy Drew book, but way scarier.Then, my phone buzzed. It was Jake, Jeffrey’s friend. He picked up right away. "Any news?" he said, his voice a
Caroline tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her heart hammering against her ribs. The city lights flickered past, blurring as she sped through the near-empty streets. Jane sat beside her, arms folded, her face set in a skeptical frown."Jane, this isn’t normal," Caroline said, her voice quieter now. "Detective Rourke wouldn’t be here unless something was seriously wrong."Jane shifted in her seat, sighing. "Okay, but what does that mean? That Jeffrey just… vanished? That someone took him?"Caroline swallowed hard. "I don’t know. But I do know that if the police are looking at me, I need to figure out what really happened—before they decide I did something I didn’t."Jane exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. "This whole thing is insane. First, Rourke ambushes you at your own house, now Jeffrey’s missing? And let’s not even talk about Maria stirring up trouble. You know she’s behind all this, right?"Caroline clenched her jaw. "I wouldn’t be surprised."Maria had been a thorn in
Caroline paced the living room, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. "Jane, we need to go. Jeffrey hasn’t answered any of my calls today. This isn’t like him."Jane, lounging on the couch with her legs crossed, glanced up with a tired sigh. "Caroline, maybe he’s just busy. It’s late, and I’m exhausted. Can’t this wait until tomorrow?""No, it can’t," Caroline said firmly, her voice edged with worry. "Jeffrey doesn’t just ignore us like this. What if something’s wrong? What if he needs help?"Jane groaned, stretching her arms over her head. "Fine. But if we’re going, you’re driving. I don’t have the energy for this.""Deal," Caroline said quickly, grabbing the car keys from the coffee table. She was already at the door before Jane could protest further.Outside, the night air was crisp, and the neighborhood was silent except for the faint hum of streetlights. Caroline unlocked the car and slid into the driver’s seat while Jane reluctantly climbed into the passenger seat.As Caroline
Caroline paced the length of her bedroom, her phone pressed tightly against her ear. The line rang endlessly, each unanswered tone slicing through her already frazzled nerves. She had called Jeffrey five times now, and still, there was no response.Her heels clicked sharply against the hardwood floor as she made her way to the window, peering out at the quiet street below. She tapped the phone to her palm and let out a frustrated sigh. “Jeffrey, pick up,” she muttered under her breath, dialing his number again.When it went straight to voicemail this time, her heart sank. “Why aren’t you answering?” she said aloud, gripping the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Is it because of Maria? Did she—” She stopped herself mid-sentence, shaking her head.Turning away from the window, she began pacing again, her mind racing with possibilities. What if something’s happened? she thought, her chest tightening. What if he’s worse than they said?The room felt suffocating. She threw her p
Jeffrey was lying in his hospital bed, his face pale and drawn from the ordeal of surgery. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the private room, and the steady beeping of monitors was the only sound accompanying his shallow breathing.He had been in and out of consciousness, recovering slowly, and his thoughts drifted aimlessly between pain and the surreal feeling of helplessness.The door opened quietly, and Maria, his new wife, walked in. She was dressed impeccably in a tailored designer suit, her high heels clicking softly against the tiled floor.Her demeanor was composed, her face set in an expression of forced concern, but there was a sharpness in her eyes that betrayed her true nature. Maria carried herself with the kind of authority that demanded obedience—like a queen entering her court.The two guards she had stationed outside stepped aside reluctantly as she ordered, “Stay here. I need privacy with my husband.” Her tone brooked no argument.Inside, Maria sat down beside
Caroline stood at the edge of the docks, her arms crossed tightly against the biting night air. The faint sound of waves lapping against the pylons did nothing to soothe her nerves. She could feel the weight of everything she’d endured pressing down on her like a stone, and the soft hum of approaching headlights brought a fresh wave of tension.Ancelotti stood nearby, leaning against the hood of a sleek black car, a glass of whiskey in hand. Marco, ever vigilant, was close by, his sharp eyes scanning the dark streets for any signs of trouble. The three of them had been through so much together, yet the heaviness in the air tonight was different.“I’m not surprised Maralyn kidnapped my twins,” Caroline finally said, her voice quiet but unwavering. The words seemed to echo in the stillness, carrying a sharp edge that made Ancelotti glance at her.He raised an eyebrow, his usually impassive face softening with curiosity. “Your twins? What does Maralyn have against them?”Caroline let out