Audrey's Pov “What is this? Explain it to me!” I yelled at the man in front of me, throwing the bunch of pictures that I held at him. Pictures of him and my sister cuddling on the bed, some of it showed them having sex while some showed him putting a ring on her fingers. Others were very explicit. I waited, waited for him to tell me that this was a deep fake, maybe, that he wasn't the one. I would have gladly accepted the explanation, but he merely bent over to pick up the pictures, his eyes narrowing. “Were you spying on me?” He raised an eyebrow, he gazed intently at me. “What?” I questioned, not believing my ears. “I asked if you were spying on me, Audrey.” He repeated, a frown spreading on his lips, “You know how much I hate you invading my privacy, yet you still did it anyway.” My hands trembled as I stared at him in disbelief, “Are… Are you serious? You aren't even going to deny this?” My heart pounded in my chest, my hands trembled in anger. “Also… Invading your privacy
Audrey's Pov “Hello, Sister.” Amelia greeted me, her eyes glinting under the sunlight, “How are you? Have you heard the news yet? The engagement party is actually tomorrow, we have been planning it for a while now.” She tilted her head to the side, clearly enjoying the shock I had on my face. “Tomorrow?” I muttered. “Yeah.” She put her hands into her bag and shuffled around, then brought out a letter, waved it in the air and put it into my car. I swallowed the anger that was threatening to spill out, “Since when have you been sleeping with him?” “Oh, that? From the very beginning.” Amelia responded without any ounce of shame. I closed my eyes, taking a long suffering sigh. When I reopened them, I had calmed down. Calmed down enough not to bash her head onto the window of my car. “Amelia, what's your actual purpose? You had always loved taking what was mine, so did you have fun?” I questioned, but I didn't let her reply, “You have a boyfriend yourself, he's Zachary's brother so h
Audrey's Pov I clutched the marriage papers in my hands as I stared at myself in the mirror, looking at my reflection. Xander and I had signed the marriage certificate a few hours ago and it was already time for the engagement party. Sighing, I carefully placed the certificate into the drawer and glanced at the invitation letter on the bed. “The party must have gone into full swing by now.” I muttered to myself, still staring. Then my gaze went to the sleek black dress that was on the bed. Xander had sent it earlier. It was elegant, bold and commanding, all the things I wanted to be tonight. With a sigh, I put it on along with some dark makeup to compliment the dress. There was no room for hesitation now. With a deep breath, I grabbed the invitation to Amelia's engagement party and left. When I arrived, the villa was bustling with conversation. I could see Amelia in the distance along with Zachary and both of them were talking to people. Amelia was with her mother while Zachary w
Audrey's Pov “Nooo!” It was clear to me who had just yelled, or so I thought. It was supposed to be Amelia, all red faced and angry, however, Zachary was the one who yelled, his eyes wide with anger and despair. “You can't give it to her! Amelia is the real owner of the inheritance, we are getting engaged to be married! Audrey’s marriage is just a sham!” Zachary walked up to my father to declare. Eric furrowed his eyebrows and so did Xander who was quieter than I expected. The way Zachary acted was confusing, he had no say in the sharing of the inheritance so why was he acting this way? I glanced at Amelia who was trying to pull Zachary away, and then at her mother who was white as a sheet. Her eyes showed everything she was thinking about, she was like an open book. And then I realized. Zachary and Amelia just weren't sleeping together, they had planned from the start to do this so they could have the inheritance. And from the looks of it, Amelia's mother had suggested this. I
Audrey's Pov He leaned back on his chair and intertwined his fingers with his elbows resting on the armrest, “Should we make this official or do we keep it on a low and see how it goes? I can arrange for a proper marriage ceremony and send out invites, if you want that” He stated and I sighed deeply thinking about what kind of scandal this could bring, everyone knew about my relationship with Zachary because I was a fool for love so I flaunted him. What a waste of time!!“We can keep it a secret for now, if they start spreading rumors those people who attended my sister's wedding know the real story, I wouldn't be surprised if a reporter was there. Let's just keep it under wraps for now, we can make it official later” I concluded and he nodded in understanding, now to address the elephant in the room. “You said I should move in with you right?” “Yes, I'd advise you to do that if we want to convince your family that we are together” He replied curtly. “You are not bothered by the
Audrey's Pov I declined the call but she started calling again so I picked up and faked a sleepy yawn, “Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story, little sister?” I mocked and I could imagine the ugly scowl on her face. “You pathetic thing, you think you've won but you don't know what is going to hit you” She retorted, her voice shaky and filled with hatred for me. I giggled at her frustration, it's funny how the table turned so fast and to think she thought she could frustrate me. I'm a businesswoman. I will always find a way to deal with any situation, “You and your idiotic mother planned to outsmart me, I must say you got me for a minute there you were not as stupid as I thought. But you are not as bright either” I hung up on her before she could start screaming and cursing at me. I'm the biological child of my father. I don't know why they think they can just come in and take what belongs to me, something I worked hard for while Amelia was busy wasting away in one party or an
Audrey's Pov Xander escorted me to my father's mansion and I felt a bit irritated by his overprotective attitude, it's not like Amelia will come at me with a knife. Okay hold that thought she might, but I will expect that from her mother because Amelia might be a little witch but her mother is the destructive one. The car halted and I opened the door proceeding to step out when I felt a firm grip on my hand, I turned to see Xander holding me. “Be careful in there, if it was up to me I would have followed you in but you said you wanted to do this yourself, just call me if anything occurs” He articulated in a serious tone then he did something out of the ordinary. He pressed a chaste kiss on my forehead and I froze in shock, I wasn't expecting him to be this worried or concerned about my wellbeing, our marriage is based on me using him for revenge so I didn't get why he seemed so cool about it. Still lost in my head I headed inside my father's house and the moment I walked in it f
Audrey's Pov We settled on having breakfast and my supposed doting husband sat beside me, Amelia looked red and angry while her mother just glared at my soul from across the table. They probably wished I was dead now, unfortunately, I don't plan on joining my mother anytime soon. I'm still stunned by the stunt Xander pulled out in front of them, not that I do not appreciate it but we never really discussed anything like getting intimate.My father sitting at the head of the table cleared his throat and everyone diverted their attention toward him, my stepmother wore a concerned look but I knew it was fake. “Are you alright Dad?” I asked and he nodded waving it off in a dismissive manner, I beckoned at a maid standing on the threshold of the kitchen. “Is there enough milk? Bring some for my father” I ordered and she rushed to go get some milk, my stepmother was still glaring at me like I did something wrong but I just ignored her. “You didn't have to, I'm not going to die anytime
Stephanie’s pov“You’re mad,” I hissed, trying to maintain my composure even as fear coiled around my throat.“Mad?” His laughter was sharp and cruel. “You haven’t even begun to see mad.” He loosened his grip slightly, but his presence was still oppressive. “Do you think I didn’t hear every word you said to Barve back there? You two plotting your next move, thinking you’re so untouchable. Well, guess what? I want in. Whatever it is you’re planning—Eric, the company, the inheritance—I want a piece of it.”I froze, my mind racing as I tried to process his words. He knows.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, my voice steady despite the tremor in my heart.“Oh, don’t play coy with me.” His grin widened, and he took a step back, crossing his arms. “Shall I spell it out for you? How about I start with telling Eric whose child Amelia really is?”My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, the room seemed to tilt. He couldn’t possibly know. Could he?The commissioner’s eyes
Stephanie’s povThe drive to the police station with the commissioner was tense. He sat beside me, fiddling with his phone and stealing nervous glances in my direction. I knew he didn’t trust me, and frankly, the feeling was mutual. But for now, our goals aligned, and that was all that mattered.When we arrived, the station was bustling with officers shuffling papers and interrogating suspects. The chaos only fueled my annoyance. The commissioner led me through a narrow hallway toward the holding cells, and my heels clicked sharply against the linoleum floor, each step echoing my growing irritation.Finally, we arrived at the cell where Dr. Barve was being held. To my surprise, he wasn’t in the dingy cell I had imagined. Instead, he lay on a cot in what seemed to be an improvised medical room, pale and disheveled. The faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air.The commissioner gestured toward the door. “I’ll leave you two to talk. But don’t take too long.”I nodded curtly. “You’ll be
Stephanie’s povThe moment the commissioner’s words hit me, it felt like the ground had shifted beneath me. My grip on the phone tightened, my knuckles turning white. His voice was calm, almost amused, as if he knew he had me cornered.“What did you just say?” I asked, my voice trembling with both rage and fear.“I said,” he repeated with deliberate slowness, “the only way you’ll get your precious doctor out of prison is if you come to my bedroom tonight. Otherwise, I’ll make sure both of you rot behind bars. And let me remind you, Stephanie, your dear doctor Barve has already sung like a canary.”A cold shiver ran down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to process his words. He knew. He knew everything. My plans, my schemes—he had it all. And now, he wanted to use that against me.“You’re bluffing,” I hissed, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “You don’t have anything on me.”“Oh, but I do,” he said, chuckling darkly. “Dr. Barve was very… forthcoming under
Stephanie’s povI stormed out of the house, the heels of my shoes clicking loudly against the tiled floor as I made my way to the garden. My anger boiled beneath the surface, threatening to spill over. As I stepped outside, I saw them—my so-called guards, lounging around as if their job was to host a tea party.“You useless idiots!” I barked, my voice cutting through the tranquil air. They scrambled to their feet, startled by my sudden appearance. “Why haven’t you done anything about Audrey and her stupid guards? You’re just standing here like statues!”One of them, the taller of the group, dared to speak up. “Ma’am, Miss Audrey had us demoted. We’re no longer allowed near Sir Eric. We’ve been reassigned to… garden duty.”I narrowed my eyes, fury rising like a tide. “And you just accepted that? You let her strip you of your duties without so much as a fight?”He shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the others for support, but they all avoided my gaze. Pathetic. “Ma’am,” he stammered, “h
Xander's povAudrey’s lips quirked into a partial smile. “I wish I could’ve seen that. Stephanie wigging out? That doesn’t happen often.”“It really was something,” I told her, stretching back in my chair and lacing my fingers behind my head. “She tried to threaten me, as a matter of fact. Told me I was a loser wasting my time. So I just smiled and reminded her that we all have secrets—the would-be doctor she paid off. She didn’t know how to deal with it.”Audrey’s smile faded. She was suddenly serious. “Do you think she’ll give up now? Or do you think she’ll escalate?”I thought about that for a second.“I don’t know,” I said finally. “Stephanie doesn’t seem like the kind of person who stops doing something just because it’s not working anymore.”“Yeah, but we’ve pretty much shut down every avenue she’s tried so far. And barve is gone, basically . . .”“She’ll try something else,” I interrupted, then continued with my original thought. “But it really seems like she’s running out of o
Stephanie’s povI decided to visit Barve and know if there was any way in saving him.The police station was cold and smelled like sweat and sterilizer. I hated places like this; the air seemed to laugh at my love of high fashion and higher society by holding onto me as if it could keep me grounded in reality. But necessary or not, if I wanted to take back control of my life, I had to do this.I was led to the holding room, my heels echoing briskly on the hard tile floor as I navigated behind the lead officer. Doctor Barve was hunched on the steel bench, beyond his usual arrogance and distanced demeanor with a fusion of angst seen only in a man desperate for an escape. He glanced up from under his brows when he heard me drawing nearer, his face betraying an expression indicative of shock mingled with relief.“Stephanie,” he muttered under his breath as if no time were left to lose. “You’re here—”I folded my arms over my chest and tilted my head, studying him with mild disgust. “Wha
Stephanie’s pov"I... I don't think so," he said finally, and his tone gave me pause.I sighed loudly. I was already regretting hiring these incompetents. “Fine. I’ll handle it. Don’t call me unless someone is actually fucking dying.” I ended the call and dialed Dr. Barve’s number immediately, annoyed that I was even having to make this personal phone call, but my annoyance went deeper when his phone rang and rang and then clicked over to voicemail. I tried again with the same result, feeling myself become more irritated as my fingers drummed impatiently against the arm of the chair.Where in fact was he?Frustrated, I scrolled through my contacts and hit the number for his assistant. No answer. Great. What was wrong with everyone today? My frustration turned to unease as I realized that wasn’t like Barve at all. He was supposed to be reliable – especially now.With a sigh, I hit the number for my spy."Find Barve," I said. "Now."There was a moment's silence on the other end of the
Xander’s pov“It’s…going well,” I said, trying to keep it neutral. No one needed to know mine and Audrey’s business but ours.Elena squinted at me like she didn’t buy it, but she dropped it. “Come in, come in. Sit down. You have so much catching up to do.”We made our way into the cozy living room, and she handed me a mug of coffee before collapsing onto the couch across from me. We caught up on the last few years of our lives in laughter and stories that, for a moment, I was sure nothing had changed. It felt so good to let go and be weightless again.But that wasn’t why I was here.“Elena,” I started, putting my mug down on the table. “I’m here because I need your help. It’s about Audrey’s father.”Her expression changed instantly, the playful look gone for the first time in as long as I could remember and replaced with a seriousness that seemed out of place. “What happened?” she demanded, leaning toward me.I told her everything—the doctor, the poison, how Eric had been getting wors
Audrey’s pov“Let me check,” the operator said. A couple minutes passed before she came back with the same answer. “I’ve searched our national and international databases, and this doctor isn’t licensed anywhere.”“Alright. Thank you.”I hung up, my heart pounding.This was the proof I was waiting for. I picked up my phone and dialed my good friend Detective Marcus Hill. I had known this man since college, and there wasn’t a person alive that I trust more than him in the law.“Marcus,” I said when he answered, “I need your help.”“What’s wrong, Audrey?” he asked in a worried tone.I told him everything—the doctor's sketchiness, the absent files on his license, and my theory about him possibly hurting Dad under Stephanie's orders. Marcus didn't interrupt once, but when I finally finished speaking, he sounded pissed.“This is serious, Audrey. If this guy is practicing medicine without a license and endangering lives, he needs to be stopped immediately.”“Exactly,” I said. “Can you help