Rosa’s POV We bumped into Dera when we went to the elevator and I immediately regretted what had just happened between James and I. I was married to him and wore his ring but immediately Dera jumped on James and placed a huge kiss on his cheeks, I felt worthless “I’ve been calling you for ages baby, but you weren’t picking up.” Dera sobbed James shrugged her off and pushed her away, I looked up at him in shock, he pulled me closer and planted a kiss on my cheeks. “I was spending quality time with my wife, get the fuck out, what exactly are you doing here bitch, who told you where I live”? Dera was dumbfounded and I giggled, James traced his fingers up my skirt and tried to insert them into me “Stop.” I pushed him off giggling.“You couldn't get enough of my fingers 20 minutes ago, why are you pushing me away now?” he pouted. “Later baby.” I grinned. James pulled me out completely forgetting about Dera, I turned around last minute to see her wiping away her tears. I shrugged and go
Dera’s POV I gazed at the mirror at my own reflection, trying hard to adjust my facial expressions. My blood boiled, my eyes were distant, in my heart fueled a burning desire for revenge against James’ worthless family. As I came down the stairs , my eyes met with Vivian, she waited for me in the entrance hall, her eyes were shining so brightly. “Dera all is set,” she whispered into my ears while standing by my side and handing over a folder containing the kidnapping plan. I nodded with a smile, tucking the folder into my bag. “James will never suspect a thing," I said. Vivian gave an evil smile. "Rosa will be doomed and devastated. James will definitely turn on her, and we'll reap the benefits." My thoughts went back to the past , to the moment that triggered my hatred for James. My father was broken, his bankruptcy was caused by James' father due to his ruthless tactics which left my family shattered. My mother who couldn’t bear it the most went into depression while my brothe
Rosa’s pov I carefully searched the gala, my eyes scanning the crowded room for Emma's nanny. Where was she? Why hadn't she texted?I felt so uncomfortable, I could feel danger somewhere as my heart raced faster, refusing to be controlled . My anxiety grew stronger, my heart racing with every passing moment. James tried to reassure me, but I knew something was wrong. I was too weak to be strong, my emotions took over me . "Rosa, calm down please. Emma's fine," James said, his voice soothing. But I could sense he wasn’t comfortable behind his supporting mask , he was tensed too but wanted to be brave. I looked away as I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread. “What!” I said, my voice sharp and eager as I turned back to James only to see his face pale, his eyes fixed on his phone. "James, what's wrong?" I repeated, my voice trembling. He didn't respond. He stumbled backward, his eyes wide with horror. "James!" I screamed. The room around me blurred as tears rushed to my face. "What is
Dera's POV My mind wandered back to when James stopped loving me. The day I realized I had been replaced then it wandered to when Rosa gave birth to Emma and my heart blackened with anger. Fingers clicked and I woke up from my flashback. As I sat quietly in the police station, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and it felt overwhelming . The detective's questions had been predictable, and I answered them with ease after much rehearsal. Vivian's plan was unfolding perfectly, I knew she was smart. “Can you explain your relationship with James and Rosa?" the detective asked, his eyes narrowing while looking straight into my calm eyes, waiting for a false reply. "I'm Emma's godmother," my voice laced with concern. “I care deeply for the family." I replied while pretending to be sober The detective scribbled some notes on his pad. "We've received reports of tension between you and Rosa," He said. I looked surprised,maintaining a loving and caring composure. My eyes looked
Vivian’s POV I adjusted the beautiful diamond necklace around my delicate neck, the soft glow of the evening light dancing across my face showing off my features. As I stood before the mirror, my gaze pierced, as if searching for imperfections which I saw beyond myself. Tonight was the night. The night James would finally learn the truth. As I looked away from the mirror, Dera unexpectedly came into the room, a smile spreading across her face. "Vivian, it's time," she whispered, her voice barely audible as usual . My eyes locked onto Dera's, a spark of understanding passing between us. Our plan was carried out perfectly. Rosa was behind bars, James was devastated and soon will be ruined. I thought back to James' worried look. He paced back and forth in his study, he seemed confused and buried in conflicting thoughts, which made my heart race for joy. What if Rosa was guilty? What if she had kidnapped Emma? He said, audibly. Suddenly, I pressed the doorbell to distract him from his th
Rosa's POV I paced back and forth in my cold, dark cell, my mind racing with desperate thoughts. How did I end up here? Why did James doubt me? The sound of footsteps echoed outside my cell door. The guard unlocked it, and a figure slipped in. "Rosa, I'm your lawyer," she said, her voice firm. I nodded, relief washing over me. "What's happening?" I asked. The lawyer's expression turned plan. "The prosecution has new evidence. A witness claims to have seen you arguing with Emma's nanny." My heart sank. This was a setup. "I didn't do it," I whispered. The lawyer's eyes locked onto mine. "We'll prove it. But we need your cooperation." I nodded. "What do I need to do?" The lawyer handed me a folder. "Review this. It's the witness's statement." As I scanned the pages, my eyes widened. This was a lie. "I know who wrote this," I said. The lawyer's eyebrows raised. "Who?" "Dera," I spat. The lawyer's expression turned thoughtful. "We'll investigate." But I knew it wouldn't be easy. Dera had
Rosa's POV Dr. Lee's evaluation continued, each question probing deeper into my psyche. I answered cautiously, hiding my true intentions. But Dr. Lee's eyes seemed to see right through me. "Rosa, can you tell me about your relationship with Dera?" she asked, her voice neutral. My heart skipped a beat. Dera's name sent a chill down my spine. "She's James' ex-girlfriend, who believed I stole him from her ”I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Dr. Lee's expression remained unreadable. "I see," she said. "And how do you feel about Dera's involvement in your life?" I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. "Dera's always been...overbearing," I said, trying to hold back myself. But her expression remained neutral. "I understand," she said. "And do you think Dera's involved in Emma's disappearance?" My heart racing, I considered my answer. "I don't know," I lied, trying to sound uncertain. Dr. Lee's eyes locked onto mine, searching for the truth. Just then, the guard interrupted, "Dr. Lee, yo
Rosa's POV Days blended together in an endless blur. Time lost all meaning. Lee walked into the room, she was my only companion these days. “Rosa, how are you today?" Dr. Lee asked, her voice neutral. “I have been better.” I sighed. Doctor Lee gave me a weak smile.“We need to talk about your relationship with Emma’s nanny.” What did she know? I questioned myself."It was just a misunderstanding," I stammered. Dr. Lee's expression remained neutral. "I see." As the session progressed, I felt like I was being pulled apart, layer by layer. Dr. Lee probed every aspect of my life, searching for cracks. But I refused to break. After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Lee left. The guard locked the door behind her. Hours passed, or maybe minutes. Time lost all meaning. Suddenly, the door open. The guard entered, followed by a figure in a white coat. "Rosa, this is Dr. Patel," the guard said. Dr. Patel's eyes locked onto mine. "I'm here to evaluate your mental state." What! Not again. The evalu
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