SLYVIA'S POV"Alright, cut the bullshit, Alice. The cameras are gone," I snapped as soon as we were away from the reporters.Alice smirked and reached out to straighten my blouse, a mocking gesture since it didn't need fixing. "Oh, sweet child," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy.I pulled away from her touch, anger boiling inside me. "What the hell are you doing here? You know what? I had a feeling you and Jocelia might be behind this."Alice's smirk widened. "Oh, are you going to cry? Darling, I'm just here to show support.""Support my ass. I didn't come all this way to be stopped now.""The only thing coming is the slithering public cunt between your legs," she fired back, her words laced with venom.My hand shot out before I could think, slapping her hard across the face. The sound echoed in the room, and my palm stung from the impact. Alice just laughed, licking a tiny drop of blood from her lip with a twisted grin."I think you should be more worried about your
SLYVIA'S POVI went to the car park where my car and the rest of my team were waiting for me. David, my head of PR, was the first to speak up as I approached."Was that Alice Lockwood?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern."Yes," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady."What the hell does she want, after all the shit she talks about you in the tabloids?" he said, his frustration evident.I remembered what Alice had said about my kids, the veiled threats and the smug look on her face. The anger surged again, but I forced myself to stay calm."Beats me," I replied, my tone casual despite the turmoil inside me.David gave me a skeptical look but didn't press further. Instead, he opened the car door for me, and I slid into the back seat. As we drove away, I couldn't shake the feeling that Alice was planning something far worse than just a smear campaign. The stakes had never been higher, and I had to be ready for whatever came next.David, Lisa, and I drove back to work in tense
GRAYSON'S POVWhile staring out the window, lost in thought, my phone rang. It was Stewart. I picked it up, hoping for some good news."Hey, Stewart. What's up?""Grayson, I've done what you asked," he said, his voice steady. "I've dug into Sylvia's case, and I've found some things that could really help her chances of winning.""Okay, I'm listening," I replied, turning away from the window and focusing on his words."The woman filing the lawsuit claims that one of Sylvia's properties had faulty equipment that fell and almost killed her child. The child was home alone at the time and survived, but his legs were severely damaged and had to be amputated."I felt a pang of sympathy for the child but knew there had to be more to the story. "That sounds awful, but what's your angle, Stewart?""I've seen the pictures of the child's legs, and I have a hunch that the injuries were not caused by Sylvia's property. There are inconsistencies that suggest the accident didn't happen the way they'r
ALICE'S POVAs I drove away from Sylvia's obnoxious press conference, I couldn't help but feel a mix of satisfaction and irritation. I had come there to get in her head, to make her stumble over her words, but she had held her own. I glanced at my rearview mirror, seeing the busted lip Sylvia had given me with that slap. I smiled at her supposed confidence.I wasn't even mad at her for hitting me. In her shoes, I might have done the same. In a way, I admired her tenacity. But admiration didn't change the fact that she was a threat. She had picked the wrong turf to try and conquer—my turf, the Lockwood empire.As I drove through the bustling city streets, my mind wandered to the decades of work I had put into building and maintaining our family empire. If I allowed Sylvia to stay, if I allowed her to gain even a foothold, everything I had worked for could be jeopardized. She wasn't someone I could control, and that made her dangerous.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, the smil
SLYVIA'S POV Sitting in my chair, I glanced up at the ceiling, lost in thought. Had I made a mistake coming back to New York? Should I have stayed in LA? But I’m helping people here, which is my primary reason for even doing this. Still, doubts crept in. I wished my parents were here. I wished I wasn't an orphan. I wished I still had my mom to talk to. I wished... I wished Grayson was here with me. No, no... no, no, I shouldn’t think about him. I shook my head, trying to banish the thoughts. I wished Raymond was here. I wished my kids wouldn’t have to go through all this. The weight of it all felt crushing, and I couldn’t help but worry about how Zenith and Zendaya were holding up. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The thought of my kids enduring this turmoil made my heart ache. I wondered if they would be okay during all this. Their innocent faces flashed in my mind, and a pang of guilt hit me hard. They didn’t deserve any of this. I had come to New York to make a differen
SLYVIA'S POVAs we drove home, I glanced back at Zenith and Zendaya in the rearview mirror. "So, how was school today?" I asked, hoping to distract myself from the day's stress.The kids immediately launched into excited chatter, their voices overlapping. "Mommy, Ms. Beverly did this amazing science experiment today!" Zendaya exclaimed."Yeah, and we got to make volcanoes!" Zenith added, his eyes wide with excitement.Their joy was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile, my heart swelling with pride and relief. Despite everything happening, they were having a good time and enjoying school. That was all I ever wanted—for them to live a happy, carefree life, something I had wished for myself growing up.A tear slipped down my cheek as I listened to their animated recounting of the day. Zenith noticed it first. "Mommy, are you okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.I quickly wiped the tear away, smiling at them through the mirror. "Yes, sweethearts, I'm okay. These are tears
GRAYSON'S POVMy phone buzzed, and I saw Paul's name flash on the screen. I picked up quickly. "Hey, Paul. What's up?""Sir, my brother's agreed to meet with you about the job," Paul said, sounding relieved."Great. Tell him to bring his résumé and meet me at my office tomorrow," I instructed."Yes, sir. He’s looking forward to it," Paul replied before ending the call.I leaned back in my chair, feeling a mix of anticipation and determination. This was a critical step in ensuring Zenith and Zendaya’s safety. I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that they might still be in danger, and having someone reliable watching over them would bring some peace of mind.SLYVIA'S POVAfter I finished the laundry, I realized it was already getting dark. I headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner, enjoying the brief moment of calm. As I chopped vegetables, my phone rang. Seeing Raymond's name on the screen brought a smile to my face."Hey, Raymond," I answered, feeling a wave of relief wash over me."H
SLYVIA'S POVI woke up feeling a bit better than last night. It was Saturday, and I had plans to meet Beverly for drinks later in the day. I wanted to make sure everything was in order before the babysitter arrived, so I started tackling some house chores. Sweeping and cleaning the whole house felt therapeutic, like I was clearing away more than just the dust.As the morning went by and I was cleaning the windows, I noticed a truck pulling up outside. It was a moving company. I watched for a moment, curious. "Guess the new neighbors are settling in almost immediately," I thought to myself.The kids stirred awake, their footsteps padding softly towards the kitchen. "Good morning, my loves!" I greeted them with a smile."Morning, Mommy!" Zenith and Zendaya chorused back, their faces still a little sleepy."Alright, brush your teeth while I finish up here, and then I'll make us all some breakfast," I instructed.They nodded and headed off to the bathroom while I returned to my chores. As