Violet stepped inside the darkened bar, her heart racing with trepidation and exhaustion. She had just finished a brutal day of being a background actress, barely scraping by enough to pay the rent. Her life wasn't glamorous by any means, at least not yet, but at least she had Tony-or so she thought. For three long years, she'd looked after him through thick and thin, whenever he needed help and nobody else was there to provide it. Now, Tony had invited her here, claiming that he had something very important to tell her. She saw him at a small table; his new suit shone in the low light. He was different-confident, even arrogant. Violet came up to him with a hopeful smile, but it faded away when Tony hardly noticed her. "Hi, Tony," Violet said, sounding ambiguous. "Violet, sit down," he replied coolly without looking at her. She slid into the chair, feeling the weight of something ominous settle in the air between them. "What's going on?" Tony sighed, adjusting his cufflinks like h
As Violet peered at her reflection the next morning, she could feel the anxious churn of her stomach. What had she gotten herself into? The surreal conversation with Clyde the day before kept replaying itself in her head. She couldn't shake off that gnawing doubt. This was insane, wasn't it? She was about to lie to a dying man, telling him she was his long-lost daughter. For what? One million dollars a day? She bit at her lip, tying a loose ponytail with shaking hands. With the rent overdue, the electric bill precariously on the verge of a cutoff, and Tony's cruel rejection fresh within her mind, she knew she didn't have a choice. This was her ticket, the break she'd been waiting for all these years. By the time Clyde showed up to collect her, the nervousness was worse. His black sedan was ushered to the front of her dingy apartment complex, shining under the morning sun. She paused for a second, then stepped outside and slid into the passenger seat. "Morning," she muttered, softer
Violet stood in the hallway of the hospital, still raw from her encounter with Clyde's father, Richard. She had barely managed to process the weight of what she had agreed to when a loud, haughty voice echoed down the corridor, pulling her back to the present. "Well, well, well, isn't this a surprise," the voice was sharp, full of disdain. Violet turned around in time to see two women headed toward them. One was older, in a cut-to-fit suit that screamed money, her chin held high as if she smelled something rancid on the soles of people's shoes. The other one was much younger, almost a carbon copy of the older woman in a designer suit with an icy expression to boot. Clyde straightened up beside her. "Sharon," he said in a low mutter, not concealing his annoyance. "Eva." Violet said nothing. She didn't have any idea who these women were, though by the look on Clyde's face, it wasn't going to be a pleasant meeting. She came to a stop in front of Clyde, where the older woman Sharon g
Violet stood by the large window of the West Estate, staring out into lawns so well-manicured they extended far beyond what she would ever have dreamed possible. It still felt surreal being here, living a life of luxury she'd only ever seen in movies. The plush carpet beneath her bare feet was soft, and the scent of polished wood and fresh flowers filled the air. Everything in this place screamed wealth. But to Violet, it wasn't home-it was just another set, another role to play. She turned away from the window as the study door creaked open. Clyde walked in, a large envelope in his hand. His expression was serious, the playful smirk she had seen a few times now replaced with something far more businesslike. He held out the envelope toward her. These are the papers I was telling you about," he said, all business. "I need you to commit them to memory. This is your backstory." Violet reached for the envelope hesitantly, already feeling the weight in what was inside, even before open
Violet's heart raced as she stepped into the sleek, marble lobby of her father's company, West Media. Today was her first day officially at the company, and though Clyde had prepared her, she couldn't rid herself of the butterflies clawing at her insides. She had woken hours earlier, had practiced her lines from the carefully written backstory by Clyde, and had run over her role in her mind over and over until it felt real. She was the long-lost daughter of Richard West, Clyde's sister, and soon everyone would know.She took a deep breath and moved toward the elevators, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Clyde's instructions replayed as she rode up, floor by floor, toward the upper offices. "Stay calm. Be confident. You're a West now," he'd said with that slight smirk that was becoming familiar. But before she could get her bearings, the elevator doors opened and she found herself standing face-to-face with one of the people she had hoped never to see again.It was Tony, h
The day following her tumultuous first experience in West Media with Tony, Violet got to the office early, anxious for a second chance. Clyde had reassured her that she belonged here, but a little voice inside her remained apprehensive. She hadn't missed the poison in Tony's eyes when Clyde had presented her as his sister, nor had she forgotten the ignominy of his trying to bodily throw her out. Little did she know her troubles with Tony were just beginning.She had just reached her new office and was heading toward it when she passed by Clyde's assistant, who greeted her with a smile. "Good morning, Ms. West.She returned the greeting and swung open the door to her office, settling in. The room was eloquent, as Clyde had it put together for her; she'd barely gotten her bag down when the phone on her desk began ringing.It was Clyde."Violet," he said, all business. "I need to see you in my office, please. We do have some things we need to attend to."Violet's heart fluttered slightly
The air was dead in the hospital room as Violet sat beside her father, adjusting his pillows and brushing imaginary creases from his blanket. Clyde sat nearby with his laptop open but found his gaze drifting to her time and again. He was taken by her commitment, her endless patience, and the warmth she brought to that cold, sterilized room.Violet, dear," he murmured, extending a frail hand toward hers. "You don't have to do all this. The nurses can do it for me."She slipped her hand over his, smiling. "Father, I want to do this for you. I haven't been around to take care of you for so long. Please, let me make up for it, in any way I can.".Just as her father was about to say something, the door creaked open, and into the room trooped Sharon and Eva, their faces smug with satisfaction, yet at the same time thinly veiled with irritation. They were both carrying a stack of papers, which Sharon clutched tightly as if it were a treasure. The tension in the room became immediately palpab
Morning sunlight seeped through the grand windows of the dining room at the West estate, casting a warm glow upon the elegantly set table in silverware and fine china. Violet slowly entered the room, her eyes taking in Clyde, his stepmother Sharon, and half-sister Eva, who were seated. Upon the table lay an eerie presence of contrived politeness hanging in the air, like a separating wall.As Violet sat, Sharon looked up with an inimitable smile painted on her face. "Good morning, dear Violet. Just discussing how important it is to make you feel part of our family.".She allowed a polite smile to stay in her expression, but her guard was up immediately. Violet knew Sharon and Eva meant nothing like welcome after their confrontation at the hospital. There was calculation behind Sharon's sweet words.Eva was sitting next to her mother and lent in with as much feigned warmth. "Yes, we want you to feel right at home, Violet." Her hand was under the table, playing with something.Clyde's ey
Richard West and Clyde, along with the investigator Harris, meticulously crafted their plan toensure Sharon and Leo Levine could no longer pose a threat to their family or company. Withthe information they had gathered, including accounts of Sharon’s embezzlement and Leo’s rolein orchestrating illicit activities, they were ready to make their move.Harris had tracked Sharon and Leo to a remote hideout, where they were finalizing plans tosabotage both West Media and Clyde’s personal life. The duo was growing reckless, andSharon’s desperation was evident. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, her paranoiagrowing. Leo, however, seemed calm and composed, as if he thrived on the chaos.“We need to strike when they least expect it,” Clyde said as he stood beside his father in theestate’s study.Richard nodded. “And this time, we’ll make sure they can’t slither out of the charges. They’vecaused enough damage.With the help of local law enforcement and Harris’s team, Richard a
“His name is Victor Laine,” Harris revealed. “He’s a known criminal with ties to organized crime.He’s the one funding Sharon’s operations. I’ve gathered that Sharon and Eva have beenworking with him to secure their position and take control of your assets.”Richard slammed his fist on the table. “I knew Sharon was manipulative, but this… this istreason.”Clyde’s jaw tightened. “And Eva? What’s her role in all of this?”Harris sighed. “Eva has been Sharon’s right-hand woman. She’s been feeding Sharoninformation about your business dealings and orchestrating schemes to weaken your position.The kidnapping of Olivia was their latest plan—they wanted to leverage her to gain control overyou, Clyde.”Clyde’s hands balled into fists. “They’ll pay for this.”Harris wasn’t finished. He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “There’s one more thing. Sharonand Leo are planning something big. They’ve been gathering resources and making moves. Ibelieve they’re preparing to strike again, and th
The days that followed Clyde’s declaration were peaceful at first. He reinforced the securityaround his estate, deploying bodyguards to patrol every corner of the West Estate. Theirpresence was a stark reminder of the danger still lurking in the shadows, but it gave everyoneinside a sense of safety. Violet stayed close to Olivia, who was recovering slowly but surely,while Clyde made frequent calls to check on their father’s arrangements to return home.One late afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the sound of a car pulling up to theestate caught their attention. Clyde rushed outside, his heart racing with excitement. The sleekblack car came to a stop, and Richard, Clyde’s father, stepped out.“Dad!” Clyde called out, running to embrace him.Richard smiled, though his face still bore traces of the ordeal he’d endured. “Clyde, my boy,” hesaid, his voice gruff with emotion. “It’s good to be home.”Inside, the reunion was heartwarming. Richard was introduced to Violet a
As Clyde opened the door cautiously, his eyes narrowed as he saw Eva, his half-sister, standingat the doorway, hurriedly adjusting her coat. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she saw him.“Oh, you guys are finally back,” Eva said mockingly, her eyes darting between Clyde, Violet, andOlivia, who was leaning against Violet for support. “What a surprise.”Violet’s heart raced as she stared at Eva. The tension between them was palpable. Beforeanyone could say anything further, a sleek black car parked just outside honked impatiently. Thedriver, a man with piercing eyes, rolled down his window slightly, his gaze locking onto Clydeand the others.From inside the car, the man’s attention shifted to Violet. His brows furrowed slightly, hisexpression hardening as if her face struck a chord of recognition. He didn’t say anything butkept his sharp gaze fixed on her, his demeanor unreadable.Eva’s mocking smile deepened as she noticed the man’s reaction. “Sweetheart, I’m on my way,”she
“Yes, ma’am,” the voice replied, the fear evident.Sharon ended the call, her fingers trembling with a mix of anger and panic. She paced herlavish office, her heels clicking against the marble floor, plotting her next move. This wasn’t justabout silencing Olivia; it was about maintaining control, about keeping secrets buried deep.Back at the hospital, Clyde and Violet stayed close to Olivia, unaware of the storm brewing.They whispered softly to each other, sharing moments of vulnerability and connection, as if theintensity of the night had stripped away their defenses. The flickering emotions between themwere undeniable, but their focus remained on Olivia’s recovery.Meanwhile, Sharon’s men moved with precision. Dressed as hospital staff, they blendedseamlessly into the bustling environment, their eyes scanning for any sign of Olivia’s room. Theplan was simple: extract Olivia before she could reveal anything that might threaten Sharon’scarefully constructed façade.The hospit
“Clyde, we need to lose them,” Violet urged, her voice strained. “Olivia doesn’t have much time.”“I’m trying,” Clyde replied, his jaw tight. He took another sharp turn, the tires screeching againstthe asphalt. They were nearing the outskirts of the city, where the streets became less crowded.“There’s a hospital not far from here. We’ll get her there.”The SUV behind them gained speed, closing the distance. Clyde's eyes darted to the rearviewmirror, calculating his next move. He spotted a narrow alleyway up ahead, barely wide enoughfor their car but not for the SUV.“Hold on!” Clyde shouted, veering into the alley. The car barely squeezed through, scraping thesides of the buildings, but they made it. The SUV, too large to follow, skidded to a halt at theentrance, unable to continue.“We did it,” Violet whispered in disbelief, her eyes wide with relief. But there was no time tocelebrate.Clyde accelerated, the hospital coming into view. He sped into the emergency entrance,scree
The figure blocking their path stepped into the faint light from a flickering street lamp. It was oneof the men from the SUV, his expression cold and calculating. Before Violet could react, morefootsteps echoed around them, signaling that they were surrounded.“Looks like the game’s up,” the man sneered, advancing towards them. “You should’ve stayedhidden, Olivia.”Clyde pushed Violet and Olivia behind him, his stance protective. “We’re not going anywherewith you,” he said, his voice firm and unyielding.The man chuckled darkly, signaling to his comrades. “You don’t have a choice.”Suddenly, they lunged. Clyde fought back fiercely, his fists landing solid hits, but they wereoutnumbered. Violet, driven by fear and desperation, grabbed a discarded pipe from the ground,swinging it at one of the attackers. The sound of metal hitting flesh echoed in the alley, but themen were relentless.In the chaos, Olivia tried to make a break for the car parked just a few yards away. She coulds
“No, Clyde. I need to find her. I can’t wait.” Violet’s voice trembled, but there was steel in herresolve.“Violet, listen to me. They’ll be looking for her, and if they find you first—”“They won’t,” she cut him off. “I’ll be careful. I promise. Just hurry.”She hung up before he could argue further. There was no turning back now. With reneweddetermination, Violet pressed forward, unaware that the night held more surprises and dangersthan she could have ever anticipated.Violet paced the narrow alley, her breath visible in the cold night air. She kept glancing at herphone, willing it to ring again. Clyde had promised to be there soon, but every second felt like aneternity. The shadows around her seemed to move, shifting with the wind, and her imaginationconjured threats that may or may not have been real.Her heart leaped when headlights turned into the alley, the familiar hum of Clyde’s car a reliefshe hadn’t expected. The car stopped, and Clyde jumped out, his eyes scanning
Olivia sat silently in the dark corner of the dimly lit basement, her heart pounding in her chest.The first attempt to escape had been a near disaster, but she had learned from her mistakes.Now, she had to be more careful, more calculated. She scanned the room, taking in everydetail, searching for any opportunity that would lead her to freedom.Her captors had grown more complacent, believing she was too frightened to try escapingagain. It was this complacency Olivia intended to exploit. She noticed the guard outside herdoor dozing off, the keychain hanging loosely from his belt. With slow, measured breaths, Oliviainched closer to the door, careful not to make a sound.She slipped her fingers through the gap under the door, using a hairpin she had hidden in hersleeve to maneuver the keys from the guard’s belt. It was a delicate dance, each movecalculated, every sound magnified in her ears. When the keys finally dropped into her hand, sheheld her breath, waiting for any sign t