SYLVIA'S POVAs Grayson and I outside the penthouse that had just been listed, the grandeur of the place was almost overwhelming. High ceilings, marble floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline—everything about it screamed luxury. Yet, nothing compared to the shock of Konrad standing in front of us, my mind was elsewhere. I could feel the tension radiating from Grayson, his usually calm demeanor replaced with something more intense, almost cold.The Realtor, oblivious to the history between Grayson and Konrad, walked over and greeted Konrad, extending a handshake."Mr. Konrad! What a surprise to see you here," the Realtor said, his voice full of enthusiasm. "This is Mr. Grayson, one of our most esteemed clients. You may have crossed paths before, but just in case, Mr. Konrad here is the one I sold you his penthouse just one block from here."I could sense the Realtor's intention was to introduce Grayson to Konrad, thinking this was just
GRAYSON'S POVAs Konrad spat out his threat, I couldn’t help but chuckle. It wasn’t a lighthearted laugh, but rather the kind that came from a place of deep contempt, a laugh that told him just how much he underestimated me. As the sound of my laughter echoed in the empty street, I watched his face twist in confusion. But in an instant, my expression shifted, hardening into something deadly serious.“Never put Sylvia’s name in your mouth again,” I snapped, my voice low and icy. The air seemed to thicken with tension as I stepped closer to him, my eyes locked onto his. “You know, my father’s greatest mistake was thinking of you as a friend. He trusted you, saw you as an ally. And what did you do? You proved yourself to be nothing more than the leech you’ve always been.”I could see Konrad’s jaw tighten at that, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. But I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.“He forgave you,” I continued, my voice rising with each word. “He forgave you when you first b
SYLVIA'S POVAs Grayson and I watched Konrad walk to his car, I couldn’t help but notice that despite the smile still lingering on Grayson’s lips, something about him seemed off. There was a tension in his shoulders, a tightness in his jaw that betrayed the hurt he was trying to mask. My hand instinctively found its way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palm. "Are you okay?" I asked softly, my eyes searching his face for any sign of the turmoil I knew he was feeling.He looked down at me, his smile faltering slightly as our eyes met. "I'm fine," he replied, but the words felt hollow, lacking the usual warmth that colored his voice.The Realtor, who had been waiting nearby, sensing the heaviness in the air, cleared his throat and gestured toward the next property. "Shall we head to the next location?"Grayson nodded, turning away from me and heading toward our car. I followed closely behind, my mind racing. I could see the weight of Konrad’s betrayal p
SYLVIA'S POVGrayson finally pulled over to an old office building, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of confusion and curiosity bubbling up inside me. The building looked abandoned, with faded paint peeling off its once grand façade, and the windows were clouded with years of dust and neglect. It was clear this place hadn’t seen much life in a long time."Grayson, what are we doing here?" I asked, turning to him as he killed the engine. My voice was tinged with bewilderment, as I couldn't fathom why he would bring me to a place like this.He turned to me, his expression softening as he prepared to explain. "This building," he began, "used to be the headquarters of Lockwood Corporations before we went global. When we expanded, we sold it to a private contractor, but unfortunately, his business didn’t survive, and the building has been empty ever since. It’s been sitting here for decades, collecting dust, and, as you can see, some parts have even started to mold."I glanced back at th
JOCELIA'S POVI slumped on the kitchen stool, wearing nothing but an old pair of sweats, a bowl of ice cream in one hand, my phone in the other. The cold sweetness numbed my mouth, but it did nothing to dull the ache in my chest. My thumb swiped listlessly across the screen as I scrolled through article after article about Grayson Lockwood. The headlines all screamed the same thing—his final breakup with me and the rekindling of his relationship with his ex-wife, Sylvia Hanson."Grayson and Sylvia Hanson Spotted Together: Back On?""Lockwood and Hanson Reunite After Split from Jocelia."Each headline felt like a fresh stab to the heart, a reminder of what I had lost and the humiliation of it all. I tried to stop reading, but it was like picking at a scab that wouldn’t heal. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the screen. I shoved another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, the creamy texture soothing my throat, but it couldn’t stop the sobs that threatened to escape.I was losing hi
JOCELIA'S POVAs I moved quietly through the hallway, my footsteps were nearly silent on the plush carpet. The opulence of our penthouse was something I usually took for granted, but today, it felt like a gilded cage. The low murmur of voices filtered through, and I leaned closer, my heart pounding in my chest. Eavesdropping wasn't exactly an uncommon practice in our world; secrets were currency, and I was about to collect.From what I could hear, there were only three voices inside besides my father’s. The trusted board members. These were men who had been with the Lockwood's for years, advising, supporting, and occasionally challenging their decisions. I recognized their voices—sharp, seasoned, and laced with the arrogance that came from years of wielding power.“I’d prefer to skip the pleasantries, Konrad,” one of them said. His voice was clipped, impatient. “We’d rather get straight to the point. Why the sudden summons?”My father’s voice, usually so controlled and measured, had a
SYLVIA'S POVAs Grayson and I finished our tour of the building, he turned to me with a serious look. “We’ll get started on the renovations right away,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. The building was perfect, with plenty of space and the potential to house all the operations of my company. I smiled, nodding in agreement, feeling a sense of relief that things were finally coming together.The Realtor approached Grayson, handing him a stack of documents. I watched as Grayson carefully signed the papers, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, something caught my eye—a name on the document that wasn’t his. It was Zendaya’s name. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that Grayson was signing over the penthouse in her name. A few pages later, he signed another document, this time putting the building in Zenith’s name.Afterward, Grayson wrote out a check for the Realtor, who shook his hand gratefully before leaving us alone. As the door clicked shut, I couldn’t hold back my c
ALICE'S POVI was lying on my massage table, feeling the tension slowly melt away under the expert hands of my masseuse. The room was dimly lit, a soft, ambient glow coming from the candles I had set up, casting a warm, inviting atmosphere. William, my son, was seated comfortably in the room's chair, flipping through one of his books. He didn't mind sitting with me during these moments, knowing that I enjoyed having him nearby.As I was just beginning to sink deeper into relaxation, my phone rang. I let out a small sigh of annoyance, but I gestured for the masseuse to hand it to me. She did so with the quiet grace I expected of her. I glanced at the screen and saw Konrad's name flashing."Ah, Konrad," I murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I glanced at the masseuse, and without a word, she understood and left the room, closing the door softly behind her. I turned to William and said, "It's Konrad."He looked up from his book with mild interest but didn’t say anything,