Samantha's POVI stepped into Vivian's office, my eyes scanning the room. The air was thick with tension, itlooked darker and lacked life and instantly I felt pity for my step sister ."Vivian, what's going on?" I asked, my voice firm, trying to hide my emotions.Vivian looked up from her desk."Samantha, what do you want?" I walked closer, my heels clicking on the marble floor."I know about your connection to Haylee.”Vivian's eyes narrowed as she looked up at me, her fingers drumming on the desk.“What do you know?”I pulled out a folder from my bag."I have documents, Vivian. Proof of your partnership with Dera.”" Please let me help you, this won’t turn out well for you, if you continue I suggest you turn yourself in to the police and set yourself free.” I said calmly.Vivian's expression changed Into irritation."Go on, continue your crap, you've always acted better than everyone else.”I opened the folder, revealing the papers."You're using Emma's kidnapping to frame Rosa.”
Detective Martin's POVI sat at my desk, taking a sip from my coffee. I was staring at the Haylee Bay case file when my phone buzzed."Detective Martin, we've got something,” my partner, Rachel said. I dropped my mug and paid close attention. "What is it?" I asked, standing up abruptly, almost spilling the coffee on the case files. "More evidence from the apartment, around Haylee’s building the security camera picked up someone lurking,” Rachel replied. My heart rate quickened at this new information. Rachel pushed the tape into my hand and I rushed to the evidence room to play it. I squinted my eyes as the footage from that day played. “Who is that?” But my question remained unanswered. And I narrowed my eyes as I watched the security footage. The figure's face was obscured, except for the clothes. I could see a distinctive black jacket with a silver hairpin. My eyes widened. I had seen that hair pin before. Vivian's hairpin."Rachel, enhance the footage,” I instructed, my voi
Vivian's POVI crossed and uncrossed my legs every now and then, pressing my back into the concrete wall. A shudder ran down my spine. I looked forward, the iron bars seemed to close in around me. It was getting harder to breathe.I shook my head, sighing. How did it come to this? I was Vivian, Haylee’s roommate, her friend, or at least that’s what everyone assumed.Now, I wore the title of a murderer.The accusation echoed in my mind, sticking to me like a constant reminder of my failure. I was sure I had covered every one of my tracks.I bit my nails. Had I been too hasty?That damn detective had found something. I remembered the look on his face when he put the cuffs on my wrists.What could he have found out?My lawyer’s words replayed in my head: “Don’t worry, Vivian. We’ll get you out of here.” Her warm smile had done nothing to ease me. I knew better than to believe her words. My thoughts spiraled. Was it fingerprints? Security footage? What was the evidence?I rubbed my palms
Dera’s PovI settled into my leather armchair wearing nothing but my red panties, staring at nothing, cradling my whiskey glass in my hands. The dim lighting of my apartment cast long shadows on the walls, a fitting backdrop for my twisted thoughts. My phone buzzed on my glass table, breaking the silence. I picked it up, my eyes scanning the text sent by an unknown number"Vivian's lawyer is pushing for a deal.”My lips curled into a sly smile as I typed out a response."Make sure it doesn't happen.”The plan was unfolding perfectly. Rosa suspected nothing. But Vivian...Vivian knew. She'd always known. Memories flooded my mind - our past, our twisted games. Vivian had been so blinded by love and trust towards me. And I'd used that. Exploited it. Now, Vivian sat in prison, unaware of the true enemy. Me.I can’t let her harm the man I loved , I am the only one permitted to harm him .The doorbell rang, distracting me from my deep thoughts. Slide into my rob then moved towards the door"U
James' POVI held Rosa close to my chest, feeling her warmth, her love, I knew last night was more than just making love. I knew how much it meant to her. I finally could hold the love of my life close, we have come a long way, from being enemies to falling so deeply for each other.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, breaking the silence. I silenced it, not wanting to disturb Rosa, but it buzzed again, almost Immediately, I wondered who could be disturbing my phone while I was trying to rekindle my love for Rosa. I carefully excused myself from Rosa's grasp, trying not to wake her. But as I moved, she stirred, her eyes fluttering open."James?" she whispered, her voice husky from sleep. I smiled, my heart skipping a beat."Go back to sleep," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. But Rosa's eyes remained open, locked onto mine. Tension. I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. Gaze narrowed."What about?""What's wrong?" she asked, sensing my"Detective Martin called," I
Rosa's POVStill, I felt a chill creep into my bones, a shiver of guilt settling in; as if my secret were made flesh and blood. I cheated on James, the man I loved, with Alex. And that night haunted me, mocking me. I was living a lie, acting as if everything done was right.My behaviors throughout my day became much more random. I would say something snotty to James about the smallest things, and then instantly feel terrible. My mind would wander, reminiscing about that cold November night. James saw the difference, asked if everything was good, I said no. How could I tell him? How was I supposed to confess my cheating?Then on this day I was doing errands and ran into Alex. His eyes studied mine, a devilish grin forming on his mouth. Low, sexy, his voice whispered across the gap "Rosa." "I've missed you." My heart skipped a beat. Alex held on to my arm as I attempted to move around him. "Don't play games, Rosa. You know what we shared." All of a sudden, the guilt hit me hard and hot
Vivian’s povSitting in my freezing, dark cell that reality started to settle down over me like a hammer on anvil. The walls—harsh, solid boulder plastered in clammy, damp stains—grew closer and closer by the second which spilt every inhalation of air until each breath became a hard task. Now this was my life, caged, shorn of strength, hunted. How had everything gone so wrong? How could it have come to pass that my entire existence, once built upon ambition, cleverness and determination, was reduced to the constraints of this wretched little cell? My hand grazed across the floor and clenched into a fist at the sensation of hard, uninviting cement under my fingertips — the only anchor keeping me tethered as bitterness washed over me like an endless tide.I thought of Haylee. And there was the ghost of her—the last shattered vision etched on my brain; those round accusing eyes fixed in a gentle beseech before the darkness descended. And James. How he had hated me, how that hate hung hea
Dera’s povAs the news of my diagnosis played and replayed over and over in my head like a creepy song that gets stuck inside your brain, I stood paralyzed in front of my closet. Note — Vivian attempted suicide and was taken to the hospital. These words from my informant stung worse than I thought they would, sending chills down my spine. This wasn't supposed to happen. Vivian was meant to be the one who just won't go away, plotting her way into our lives even if she had to do it from behind bars. And now, there she lay somewhere in the liminal space between life and death, all because something—someone—had broken her beyond repair.I brought my hands to the closet, shaking, pulled out a dress and put it on. When the silk slipped down my grip, cool against my skin yet with memories rippling through my mind like wisps of smoke. Vivian had been all sorts of things on that list: an ally, a risk, a liability—but I had never thought of her as exposed. My brain spun in crazy, continuous cir
Rosa’s pov Shivering in the hospital waiting room, I paced back and forth as I clutched my phone with sweaty hands—my heart racing in response to what Detective Jameson had just said."Emma’s safe, Rosa. We found her."That feeling came within a second, tears pouring out of my eyes. All I could do now was wait, the seconds never-ending, every tick of the clock amplifying my growing excitement—and stomach pains—at having sat out an entire round. Shakily, I looked toward the door hoping to see my daughter walking in so that I could hold her tiny body and again feel the warmth of those little arms around me.The minutes felt like hours. I heard voices out in the hall, muffled sounds of footsteps and talking. Every noise had me jerking my head up in hopes it would be Emma, that this wait would finally end.Finally, the door creaked open and my heart skipped a beat. There she was – my sweet Emma. There was my mother, small in frame, standing in the doorway with Detective Jameson and a ki
Dera’s povDetective Jameson’s voice cut through the cold air, “Where is Emma?” I sighed inwardly and gave up on any further pretense. “The old warehouse on 5 th and main, you will find her in the east wing, second floor.” Detective Martin tightened his eyes at me, “Is she alive?” I nodded, “Yes, she is. I didn’t hurt her.” Jameson said, “We will see about that.” In the next few minutes, the police’s radios came alive with orders to the dispatched units. I waited an eternity until the door burst open and Jameson’s face cleared. “She is safe, we found her right where you said.” I swallowed down guilt. Martin said, “Tell us about Emma’s kidnapping. How did you do it?” Briefly, I told them, from Vivian’s appearance to our elaborate plan. I admitted, “I helped Vivian take Emma at the gala party. We dismissed her maid and just took her.” After they asked me about my motives and Vivian’s role in Haylee’s death, I shook my head, “I didn’t know about this, it was all Vivian’s doing.” However,
Dera’s povWhen the news came on my TV screen, I thought for a second it was a nightmare. There was Vivian's face, her every word on the Thames air between us, releasing all those secrets I'd spent years masterminding and concealing. Each word shot through me with a sense of brutality. The room was too small and closed all around me. I stumbled backward as if the earth opened up and my legs turned to jelly.My hands shook so much that the words came out, "No," tighter and higher than Fourth of July fireworks. "This can not be happening, no."A flood of panic engulfed me — rapid and all-consuming. I felt the vise of dread squeezing every inch of oxygen out of my lungs, my chest constricting tightly. I needed to move. Now.As I exited the door, I caught my handbag and almost knocked a glass down in the process; fingers trembling as they tapped in a number only ever used for such an emergency. I shakily brought the phone to my ear and heard it ring once before a calm, steady voice I kne
Vivian’s pov An unforgiving sterile light from a sickening fluorescent bulb flickered above us. I was cold. The sort of cold that slipped in under skin and bone and crept beneath the marrow. I felt the cold seeping in through my clothes, but the metal seat under me was just as frigid—no escape, no comfort. Hugging myself as if to suppress an instinct that wanted to clutch down on something clear, corporeal. But nothing—nothing save the silence of the little, inhuman interrogation room.I could feel the shaking in my hands; weariness from the restraints around my wrists inside the hospital. Then, directly across from me, two detectives sat still as slugs, their eyes trained on my face. Detective Martin was stone-faced, his inscrutable visage unreadable except for the dark eyes that bore down on me as if they could cut through steel. Beside him was Detective Jameson, his jaw set as tight as a drum with ill-concealed disdain. Then there was every little twitch of his expression that scr
Dera’s povAs the news of my diagnosis played and replayed over and over in my head like a creepy song that gets stuck inside your brain, I stood paralyzed in front of my closet. Note — Vivian attempted suicide and was taken to the hospital. These words from my informant stung worse than I thought they would, sending chills down my spine. This wasn't supposed to happen. Vivian was meant to be the one who just won't go away, plotting her way into our lives even if she had to do it from behind bars. And now, there she lay somewhere in the liminal space between life and death, all because something—someone—had broken her beyond repair.I brought my hands to the closet, shaking, pulled out a dress and put it on. When the silk slipped down my grip, cool against my skin yet with memories rippling through my mind like wisps of smoke. Vivian had been all sorts of things on that list: an ally, a risk, a liability—but I had never thought of her as exposed. My brain spun in crazy, continuous cir
Vivian’s povSitting in my freezing, dark cell that reality started to settle down over me like a hammer on anvil. The walls—harsh, solid boulder plastered in clammy, damp stains—grew closer and closer by the second which spilt every inhalation of air until each breath became a hard task. Now this was my life, caged, shorn of strength, hunted. How had everything gone so wrong? How could it have come to pass that my entire existence, once built upon ambition, cleverness and determination, was reduced to the constraints of this wretched little cell? My hand grazed across the floor and clenched into a fist at the sensation of hard, uninviting cement under my fingertips — the only anchor keeping me tethered as bitterness washed over me like an endless tide.I thought of Haylee. And there was the ghost of her—the last shattered vision etched on my brain; those round accusing eyes fixed in a gentle beseech before the darkness descended. And James. How he had hated me, how that hate hung hea
Rosa's POVStill, I felt a chill creep into my bones, a shiver of guilt settling in; as if my secret were made flesh and blood. I cheated on James, the man I loved, with Alex. And that night haunted me, mocking me. I was living a lie, acting as if everything done was right.My behaviors throughout my day became much more random. I would say something snotty to James about the smallest things, and then instantly feel terrible. My mind would wander, reminiscing about that cold November night. James saw the difference, asked if everything was good, I said no. How could I tell him? How was I supposed to confess my cheating?Then on this day I was doing errands and ran into Alex. His eyes studied mine, a devilish grin forming on his mouth. Low, sexy, his voice whispered across the gap "Rosa." "I've missed you." My heart skipped a beat. Alex held on to my arm as I attempted to move around him. "Don't play games, Rosa. You know what we shared." All of a sudden, the guilt hit me hard and hot
James' POVI held Rosa close to my chest, feeling her warmth, her love, I knew last night was more than just making love. I knew how much it meant to her. I finally could hold the love of my life close, we have come a long way, from being enemies to falling so deeply for each other.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, breaking the silence. I silenced it, not wanting to disturb Rosa, but it buzzed again, almost Immediately, I wondered who could be disturbing my phone while I was trying to rekindle my love for Rosa. I carefully excused myself from Rosa's grasp, trying not to wake her. But as I moved, she stirred, her eyes fluttering open."James?" she whispered, her voice husky from sleep. I smiled, my heart skipping a beat."Go back to sleep," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. But Rosa's eyes remained open, locked onto mine. Tension. I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. Gaze narrowed."What about?""What's wrong?" she asked, sensing my"Detective Martin called," I
Dera’s PovI settled into my leather armchair wearing nothing but my red panties, staring at nothing, cradling my whiskey glass in my hands. The dim lighting of my apartment cast long shadows on the walls, a fitting backdrop for my twisted thoughts. My phone buzzed on my glass table, breaking the silence. I picked it up, my eyes scanning the text sent by an unknown number"Vivian's lawyer is pushing for a deal.”My lips curled into a sly smile as I typed out a response."Make sure it doesn't happen.”The plan was unfolding perfectly. Rosa suspected nothing. But Vivian...Vivian knew. She'd always known. Memories flooded my mind - our past, our twisted games. Vivian had been so blinded by love and trust towards me. And I'd used that. Exploited it. Now, Vivian sat in prison, unaware of the true enemy. Me.I can’t let her harm the man I loved , I am the only one permitted to harm him .The doorbell rang, distracting me from my deep thoughts. Slide into my rob then moved towards the door"U