Emma's POVAs Michael stormed out of the apartment, a wave of unease and fear washed over me. The look in his eyes was that of an obsessive, psychotic person. After seeing Jessica's true colors, the trust I once had in Michael was completely shattered. My mind raced with thoughts of how to deal with his increasingly erratic behavior. I closed the door and leaned against it, my heart pounding in my chest.I needed to calm down. Heading to the bathroom, I turned on the shower, hoping the warm water would wash away my anxiety. As I stood under the spray, memories of Michael's dark gaze kept creeping back. I felt trapped, unsure of how to protect myself and Lily from his madness.When I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and heard a gentle knock at the door. The knock was so soft, it was clear the person knew Lily was asleep and didn’t want to disturb her. I opened the door to find Daniel standing there, his face pale and tense.“Daniel, what’s wrong?” I asked, my hea
Emma's POV I headed to David's office, my mind racing with the latest incident about Jessica’s surgery. As I walked in, a wave of unease washed over me. David didn’t look like his usual self. Sweat was erupting from his face, and his hands were shaking. When he saw me enter, he hastily shoved a stack of documents aside and looked up cautiously. “Emma, what are you doing here?” he asked, his voice strained. I hesitated, feeling like I had come at the wrong time. “I came to inform you about the tampering with the medical equipment for Jessica’s surgery.” David's expression softened slightly, but his eyes remained sharp. “You don’t need to be afraid, Emma. The tampering was my idea.” Shock coursed through me. “What? Why would you do that?” He leaned forward, his gaze intense. “Remember our plan, Emma. I’m creating a scenario to make Jessica think you’re in a vulnerable state. This incident at the hospital is an opportunity for her to put the blame on you. She thinks you're the
Daniel's POVI woke up feeling uneasy. Ever since Emma left her home to head to the hospital after the night we shared together, I had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. I tried reaching her multiple times throughout the day, but every time we spoke, our conversations were brief, and she seemed distant.I picked up my phone and called her again. “Hey, Emma. How are you?”“I’m fine, Daniel,” she replied, her voice flat.“I was thinking maybe we could arrange an outing for Lily as a family. What do you think?”“I’ve been really busy lately, Daniel,” she said, a hint of frustration in her voice. “I don’t think I can.”“But it’s been so long since we all spent time together,” I insisted. “Lily would love it.”“I really have to go now, Daniel. We’ll talk later,” she said, ending the call abruptly.I stared at my phone, confusion and worry gnawing at me. Why was she keeping her distance after the intimacy we shared? Had I done something to upset her? I couldn’t let her go without f
3 days agoJessica found herself alone in Michael’s home, a rare moment of privacy. While Michael was busy with a call in another room, she casually wandered around, her eyes scanning for anything interesting. Her fingers brushed against the spines of medical books, trailed along the edges of photo frames, and finally settled on a small drawer slightly ajar.Curiosity piqued, she opened it further and there it was—a distinctive bracelet with a charm that she recognized instantly. It belonged to Emma. Jessica’s lips curled into a sly smile as she picked up the bracelet, turning it over in her hand. This was her golden ticket to frame Emma."Jessica, where are you?" Michael’s voice called from the other room."Just a minute, darling," she replied, slipping the bracelet into her purse.Michael appeared in the doorway, his eyes softening as they landed on her. "Come here," he beckoned, holding out his hand.Jessica smiled, walking over to him. "I’m coming," she said, slipping into his emb
David sat in his dimly lit office, the shadows casting long, haunting lines across his face. His mind was a storm of memories and new revelations, each one more painful than the last. The news about Scarlet's body had struck him like a dagger to the heart, reopening old wounds he thought had long healed. The woman he had once loved, the woman he had lost to his brother Michael, was gone forever. And now, he suspected that Michael was responsible for her death."Why, Michael? Why did you have to take everything from me?" David muttered to himself, tears streaming down his face. "I should have seen it. I should have protected her. Scarlet, I’m so sorry."He slammed his fist onto the desk, the pain in his hand a welcome distraction from the ache in his chest. "I can’t fall apart now. Emma and Daniel need me. I can’t let Michael hurt anyone else."David’s phone buzzed with a message. He glanced at it, his eyes narrowing as he read the contents: "Meet me at the old warehouse. I have eviden
David's POVAs Daniel and I left the police station, the cool night air hit our faces, a sharp contrast to the tension that still gripped my heart. We had just uncovered crucial evidence against Jessica, and the weight of what we knew about Michael hung heavily between us.“David, do you really think we’ll be able to bring him down?” Daniel asked, his voice a mix of hope and worry.“I do, Daniel. We have to. For everyone he’s hurt.”We didn’t get far before a black van screeched to a halt beside us. The doors flew open, and masked men jumped out, brandishing weapons.“Run!” I shouted, grabbing Daniel’s arm and pulling him towards the nearest alley.Bullets whizzed past us as we sprinted, the sound of footsteps pounding behind us. We ducked around corners and vaulted over obstacles, my heart hammering in my chest. We had to get away. We had to survive.We managed to lose them, ducking into a deserted building and collapsing against the wall, gasping for breath.“Who were they?” Daniel
Emma's POVI felt my depression relapse, the weight of it dragging me down as I sat in the cold, sterile interrogation room. The police questioned me relentlessly about my involvement in the incident. Each session was more stressful and exhausting than the last, the pressure to prove my innocence mounting with every passing minute.“Emma Emerson,” the officer began, his voice stern and unyielding, “we have evidence linking you to the scene. How do you explain your bracelet being found there?”“I don’t know how it got there,” I replied, my voice trembling with fatigue and frustration. “I wasn’t there. Someone must have planted it.”The officer leaned forward, his eyes piercing into mine. “And who would do that? Why would someone want to frame you?”I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “I don’t know. But I swear I’m telling the truth.”"Why were you at the hospital that night?" the officer demanded."I was visiting a patient," I replied, my voice trembling despite my efforts t
Michael's POVJessica lay on the stretcher, her face pale with fear as I stood beside her, holding her hand. The sterile smell of the hospital filled the air, and I could see the anxiety in her eyes."Michael, I'm scared," she whispered, her voice trembling.I leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "I know, Jessica. But I’m right here. You're strong, and you're going to get through this. I promise."She nodded, trying to muster a smile. "I trust you, Michael."I kissed her gently, trying to infuse all my love and reassurance into that moment. "I'll be here when you wake up," I said, as the orderlies wheeled her towards the operating room.As the anesthesia took effect, Jessica's eyes fluttered closed, and I took a deep breath, focusing on the task ahead."Scalpel," I said, my voice steady.The assistant handed me the instrument, and I began the delicate process of the brain surgery. "Keep an eye on the vitals," I instructed, my hands moving with precision."BP is st