EMMA'S POVThe feelings I had for Simeon were no longer something I could ignore. Every text message, every video call, only made me want more. I didn’t just want to see him through a screen or hear his voice over the phone—I wanted him here, beside me. I wanted to feel his presence.This morning, I decided to act on my desire. I sent him my aunt’s house address. For the past week, I’d convinced myself that the only reason he hadn’t come over was that he didn’t know where I lived. After the text message, I finally received reply:"I’m on my way."I couldn’t believe it. He was coming. My heart raced as I paced the living room, nervously glancing at the mirror to make sure I looked okay. When I finally heard the knock on the door, my heart nearly stopped.I opened the door and there he was, standing tall, looking effortlessly handsome. His smile was warm, and his eyes held that familiar kindness that had always drawn me to him.“Hi, Simeon,” I said, squeezing my fists behind my back to
SIMEON'S POVThree days after I bought forty percent of Pixel Forge Studios’ shares, Daniel showed up at my office. I wasn’t surprised; I knew he’d try to get them back. What did surprise me was his approach.He walked in with a confident air, as if he already knew how the conversation would end. I offered him a glass of wine, which he accepted, but his focus wasn’t on the drink.“I’ll pay you twice what you paid for the shares,” he said without hesitation.I leaned back in my chair, keeping my expression neutral. “I’m not interested in the offer,” I replied firmly.He took a sip of the wine, studying me. “What about three times the price?”“Daniel, I’m not interested in your money,” I said, trying to keep my tone civil. “Don’t you get that?”He chuckled softly, placing the glass on my desk. “Why do I have this feeling that this isn’t about business? Is this your way of retaliating for me taking Veronica from you?”The mention of her name made my chest tighten, but I refused to give h
EMMA'S POVWhen my phone rang, I was still half-asleep. My hand fumbled around on the bed until I found it. I didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was; the voice on the other end was enough.“Good morning, dear,” Simeon greeted.With my eyes barely open, I mumbled back, “Good morning.”“Are you still asleep?” he asked, and I finally opened my eyes to check the time. It was 11 a.m.“Nope, I’m awake,” I lied, sitting up and brushing my hair back.“How was your night?” I asked, trying to sound cheerful.“Bad,” he admitted, his tone heavy. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened yesterday. The world now thinks I’m secretly involved in drugs.”The pain in his voice hit me hard. “I’m so sorry, Simeon,” I said softly, wishing I could take his pain away. “All this will end soon.”“How? When?” he shot back, frustration lacing his words.I didn’t have a solid answer, but I couldn’t let him lose hope. “Soon,” I said firmly, even though I wasn’t sure myself. “Daniel will pay for h
DANIEL'S POVI was on my laptop, going through some emails when a notification popped up. A new mail. It had been months since I received one on this device, so my curiosity got the better of me. I clicked on it, half-expecting another spam message, but my heart stopped when I saw the content.It was a court summons. Emma was filing for a divorce.“What?” I shouted, my voice echoing through the room.The door burst open, and Veronica rushed in. “What’s up, baby?” she asked, her tone laced with concern.I was still staring at the screen, reading and rereading the message to ensure I wasn’t imagining things.“Daniel, what is going on?” Veronica pressed, moving closer.I finally turned to her, my face flushed with anger and disbelief. “Emma… she’s taking me to court. She wants a divorce!”Veronica’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “So, what are you planning to do?”“I don’t know!” I snapped, pacing around the room. “This can’t happen. A divorce would cost me everyth
EMMA'S POVI couldn’t believe what I had just heard. The judge had declared, with absolute finality, that Daniel had no properties and owed me nothing. Nothing. No properties, no money—nothing to show for years of building a life together."Daniel, one of the richest men in New York City, has no properties? How is that even possible?" I whispered to myself, disbelief coursing through me as I watched him standing before the judge. My mind reeled. What about Trenton Corp? Who owns it? I needed answers, but they weren’t coming fast enough.As the proceedings wrapped up, Veronica approached me with a smug smile. "Thanks for making all of this happen," she said, her tone dripping with mock gratitude. "I will forever be grateful." And just like that, she turned and walked away, leaving me rooted to the spot, stunned.From where I stood, I caught a glimpse of Daniel. He looked… off. There was something in his expression—unhappiness, perhaps regret. It was like something was eating away at hi
SIMEON'S POVThis afternoon, I was at one of my companies in Brooklyn, reviewing some reports. It was a busy day, but the thought of Emma possibly visiting had me looking forward to a pleasant break. She mentioned she might stop by, and I couldn’t wait to see her.My secretary entered the office, saying I had a visitor. "Show her in," I said with a smile, already assuming it was Emma. But when the door opened, it wasn’t Emma. It was Veronica.The sight of her froze me in place. I hadn’t seen Veronica in years, not since she walked out of my life, leaving me to pick up the pieces. Yet, here she was, standing in my office like nothing had happened. My mind raced back to our history, the moments we shared, and the pain of her betrayal.“What are you doing here, Veronica?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.“Hi, Simeon,” she said casually, as if we were old friends catching up. She walked in confidently, smiling in that way she always did when she wanted something. She sat down wi
EMMA'S POVIt had been nearly two weeks since Veronica took over Trenton Corp, and the media wouldn’t stop hounding her with one question: How? Everyone was dying to know how she had pulled it off, but what they didn’t realize was that Veronica had played Daniel like a fiddle, manipulating him into giving her what wasn’t hers.What made things worse was Veronica’s audacity. She’d offered the company to Simeon as a bargaining chip—to lure him back into her web, as if starting over with her could undo all the damage she’d caused. I’d pieced it all together when she had the nerve to confront me, accusing me of being the reason Simeon hadn’t signed the ownership documents.I didn’t want Simeon to sign them, and I made that clear. Trenton Corp wasn’t just another business; it was Daniel’s legacy. His grandparents built that company from the ground up, pouring their sweat and blood into its success. It wasn’t just a corporation; it was history. And now, Veronica, who had no clue what it mea
VERONICA'S POVIf there’s one thing I hate, it’s being threatened. Threats don’t scare me; they light a fire in me. They make me angry enough to do things that some might call crazy. Emma made the biggest mistake of her life when she tried to threaten me. What she doesn’t know is that I specialize in dealing with people who think they can intimidate me.Her threat sounded empty at first, but then again, it held something that could destroy me completely. I didn’t see it coming. I never thought Emma would use the videos and pictures I sent her. Back when I gave her that sex tapes to use in court, my mind was on how I could manipulate Daniel into transferring all his properties into my name. The thought of Emma turning that tapes against me never crossed my mind.And now, I’ve handed my worst enemy the one weapon that could make the whole world see the real me—the one thing that could ruin everything I’ve worked hard for. How foolish I was to trust her, even for a second.Did I leave Si
EMMA'S POV No… No…I stood up from the couch, my legs trembling slightly, my heart racing so fast it felt like it would burst out of my chest. Liam stood up too, his eyes locked onto mine. As he took a step toward me, I instinctively took one back. I didn’t trust him— not like this.My mind was at war with itself. Should I scream for help? Should I try to push him away? Or should I just let him speak, let him explain whatever it was he wanted? But before I could come to a decision, he suddenly reached out, grabbing my waist and pulling me toward him.My breath hitched. His touch was unexpected— too soft, too smooth, as if his hands had never known hard labor or roughness. It sent a shiver down my spine, and not in a good way. I froze as his fingers moved lower, sliding from my waist downward. A sinking feeling formed in my stomach. I knew exactly what he was trying to do. He wanted to grab my ass.Panic surged through me. I reacted immediately, stepping back as fast as I could. But m
EMMA'S POV"Can I come in?"Liam's voice pulled me back to reality. I had been so lost in thought that I barely noticed how long I had kept him standing there, waiting for an answer.I hesitated, gripping the doorknob tightly as my mind raced. Should I allow him in? If I did, it would only be the two of us inside. The thought sent an uneasy feeling through me. Only God knew what would happen.A part of me wanted to close the door in his face and pretend this moment never happened. I could act like I had never heard his voice, never seen his face again, never been reminded of everything we used to be. That would be the easiest thing to do.But another part— the part I didn’t want to acknowledge— wanted to let him in.I still liked him.The realization made my stomach tighten uncomfortably. I had spent years convincing myself that I was over Liam, that our past was nothing but a closed chapter in the book of my life. I told myself he didn’t matter anymore, that my heart had healed, and
HANNAH'S POVI had been planning this for weeks, carefully thinking through every little detail to make sure nothing went wrong. Now, everything was finally falling into place, just the way I had envisioned it. Jason and Emma’s wedding was only a few weeks away, and if I wanted this mission to be successful, I needed to act fast. There was no room for mistakes, no time for second thoughts. Jason was deeply in love with Emma, and I knew he wouldn’t leave her unless something drastic happened— something that would shatter his trust completely. That’s exactly what I was going to make happen.Liam was the key to everything. He was my golden ticket, the perfect tool to execute this plan. He had history with Emma, and despite everything, I knew she still had feelings for him—even if she refused to admit it out loud. It is normal for everyone. It was clear in the way she had reacted when she saw that Liam was back in town. The little hesitation in her voice, the way her eyes had flickered wi
EMMA'S POVI tried to hold back my tears as I entered the cab, my hands trembling as I shut the door behind me. My heart pounded against my chest, and my breath came out in short, uneven gasps. I told myself I wouldn’t cry. Not now. Not in front of the driver. Not when Liam was still running toward us, his voice calling my name, growing fainter with each passing second.The driver, an elderly man with tired eyes and a kind face, glanced at me through the rearview mirror. His gaze shifted between me and the figure of Liam, who had stopped in the middle of the road, watching me leave. His hands were on his knees as he tried to catch his breath."Are we waiting for him?" the driver asked, his voice gentle yet curious.I felt a lump rise in my throat. I knew that if I turned around, if I allowed myself to look at Liam for even a second longer, I would break down completely. So I clenched my fists, dug my nails into my palm, and forced myself to speak."No," I said quickly, my voice barely
JUDITH POVI never planned for any of this. It all started the day I slept with Matthew just to save Emma. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, a moment of desperation where I traded my body for something I thought was more important. I convinced myself that it was just a transaction, a simple deal with a clear purpose. There were no emotions attached, no lingering feelings, nothing beyond the physical act. That was what I believed. But somehow, Matthew and I fell into an arrangement— an agreement that neither of us had discussed but both of us understood. No strings attached. No commitments. Just sex.At least, that was how I saw it. And that is who I am.Matthew, on the other hand, treated me differently. He didn’t just see me as someone to sleep with. He started showering me with gifts, things I never asked for but somehow always received. Cars, money, expensive jewelry— he made sure I had more than I needed. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but over time, it became overwhel
HANNAH'S POVI watched Liam's face closely as he spoke, a grin forming on my lips. He looked so pleased with himself, like a child who had just been praised for doing something clever. I almost laughed at how easy it was to manipulate him. He was just a pawn, a tool for me to use."She left in anger immediately after I told her everything," he said, his face lighting up with satisfaction. His chest puffed out slightly, as if he had just accomplished some grand mission.I turned my gaze to Daniel and Simeon, my trusted allies in this scheme. They were sitting on the plush leather couches, their faces showing the same satisfaction that I felt. Everything was falling into place. Everything. Just as I had planned."I think my plan is working," I said, finishing the whiskey in my glass. It burned going down, a sharp reminder that power always comes with a price. But this price, this burn, felt good. It felt like victory. And victory always tasted sweet.Daniel nodded, his expression satisf
EMMA'S POV It has been two weeks since Jason and I sorted things out between us. We agreed to hold the wedding in two months, and preparations were already in full swing. Invitations had been sent out to family members, friends, and even enemies. I didn’t care who showed up as long as the day went smoothly. The wedding was going to be grand, and I wanted everything to be perfect. The dress, the decorations, the food— I wanted it all to be just right. Jason was excited too, and we spent a lot of time talking about our future together. It felt good to plan a life with him, to imagine growing old together. It felt safe.Pixel Forge Studios was back on its feet. After the fire incident that almost brought the company down, I worked tirelessly to rebuild it. I have hired new staff, including Judith, who reclaimed her position as my secretary. She was good at her job and helped keep everything running smoothly. Business was booming again, and people were back to using our apps like they di
SIMEON'S POVI sat with Hannah and Daniel, watching them as we discussed Emma and Jason's upcoming wedding. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. I had feelings for Emma, and I knew Daniel did too. It was awkward, competing with my friend who is like an enemy for the same woman, but I wasn’t about to back down. I wanted Emma, and I was ready to fight for her, even if it meant going up against Daniel."I believe you both got the wedding invitation from Emma and Jason?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. I didn’t want them to know how much it bothered me that Emma was marrying someone else."I did," Hannah replied with a wicked smile, her eyes sparkling as she spoke. She seemed genuinely not happy for Emma, but I could see something else in her eyes— something that didn’t quite match her smile. It made me wonder what she was really thinking apart from evil.I turned to Daniel, expecting him to say something, but he was unusually quiet. I followed his gaze and realized he was staring at
HANNAH'S POVI always believed that Jason would somehow come back to me. And he did. But the painful part was that he came back strictly for help, nothing more. It was a few weeks ago when I heard a knock on my door. I was in my room, lost in my thoughts as usual. The days had become monotonous, each one blending into the next, as I replayed memories of us over and over in my mind. I missed him terribly, even though I pretended to be fine. His absence had left a void that nothing could fill. I told my twin sister, Rachel, to check who was at the door.After about half a minute, Rachel walked into my room with a mischievous smile on her face. She stood by the door, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed. “Guess who is at the door?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.I looked up at her, confused. “You know I’m terrible at guessing. Just tell me, who is it?” My heart began to race, not because I was expecting anyone special but because of the way Rachel was acting. She