EMMA'S POV I barely stepped into the house when Jason’s voice stopped me in my tracks.“I thought you went to get foodstuff?” he asked, his eyes scanning my empty hands with a hint of suspicion.For a moment, I just stood there, confused. Foodstuff? Then it hit me. I had lied to Jason about going shopping when, in reality, I had gone to see Daniel and Simeon for help. But the meeting had occupied my mind so much that I completely forgot to buy anything to cover up my lie.His question caught me off guard. My mind raced for an explanation, but I had nothing. No excuse. No prepared lie. I just stood there, silent. I didn’t want to lie to him again. Not when he was already looking at me with so many unspoken questions in his eyes.Jason’s face shifted from suspicion to concern. His brows furrowed slightly as he took a step toward me. “Did something happen?” he asked, his voice softer now, laced with worry. His eyes scanned my face as if searching for an answer I wasn’t giving.I swallow
JASON'S POVI paced around the room, shaking my head in frustration. The idea was ridiculous— dangerous even. "I can't do this. This is a stupid plan," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. My mind was racing, and my heart pounded in my chest. How did it come to this? How did I end up in such a messy situation?Emma, lounging on the couch like she didn’t have a care in the world, rolled her eyes dramatically. "Jesus, Jason, this is not hard. You’re acting like I’m asking you to climb Mount Everest. Just make her fall in love with you. Get close to her, gain her trust, and when the time is right, create a moment where it looks like you’re about to sleep with her." She smirked, her expression full of mischief. "And then I’ll barge in with a camera in my hand, catching everything."I turned to her, frowning deeply. "And what about my reputation? Won't people say I’m just using you whereas I love her?" The idea of deceiving someone like this left a bitter taste in my mouth. Sure, I
ANGEL'S POVI had been watching them for weeks, but lately, my secret camera in Emma and Jason’s bedroom had been useless. Not because it was broken, but because they weren’t talking like they used to. They weren’t laughing. They weren’t arguing. They weren’t whispering secrets into each other’s ears like they had always done before. It was as if something between them had shifted, something invisible but heavy, creating a distance neither of them wanted to acknowledge.Emma and Jason had always been the perfect couple in front of everyone. To the world, they were inseparable. Smiling at every event, holding hands in every picture, whispering sweet nothings whenever someone was watching. But I knew better. I had seen the cracks in their so-called love since I started living with them. And when Jason told me he never loved Emma— that he was only with her for her money— it confirmed what I had already suspected.It confirmed the rumors I had been hearing, the whispers in quiet corners,
EMMA'S POV Jason and Angel had no idea I was there when they had their conversation when they were at the kitchen. I was just lucky enough to hear everything. And when I did, I couldn’t help but feel overjoyed. Finally, Jason had fallen for my plans. I didn’t even let him know that I heard anything. Instead, forcedly left the house, giving him and Angel the space to make things cook well. The best part about executing a plan was knowing exactly when to step back and let things unfold. I had played my role perfectly so far, and now it was time for Jason to unknowingly do his part. This morning, Jason came to Aunt Grace’s house, where I was staying, to update me on everything that had happened since then. The moment he stepped inside, I could tell from his expression that he had something important to say. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his lips were pressed together in a straight line, like he was trying to process his thoughts before speaking. As soon as he sat down, he lo
SIMEON'S POVNow that I am finally free from that woman called Angel, I can focus on what really matters— getting Emma back. I know the chances of her loving me again are slim, almost impossible, but I don't care. I’m still going to try. And this time, I won’t be gentle. I have let my emotions get in the way before, but now, it is time to let the demon in me take over.I have spent too much time thinking about Emma. She is always on my mind. Every single moment of the day, she is there, haunting me like a ghost that refuses to be exorcised. It doesn’t matter what I do or where I go— I always see her face. I hear her laughter in my dreams, but when I wake up, all I feel is emptiness. The pain of losing her is unbearable. But what hurts the most is knowing that she is moving on with someone else.Emma is getting married in two days. Two damn days. And to who? Jason. Jason, who doesn’t have half of what I have. Jason, who can’t even protect her the way I can. Jason, who doesn’t deserve h
EMMA'S POVI walked into Daniel’s office building with excitement bubbling inside me. Today was his birthday, and I had spent weeks planning the perfect surprise for him. I could already picture his face lighting up when he saw the box in my hand—his favorite cake—and the gift I had carefully picked out for him. I couldn’t wait to see his smile, to celebrate the man I loved so much.I stepped off the elevator and walked down the hallway to his office. The closer I got, the more I imagined how the day would unfold. It would be just the two of us, laughing together, sharing a quiet moment. It was supposed to be perfect.But then, I rounded the corner.I froze.Through the glass of the office door, I saw them. Daniel was sitting there, relaxed, smiling at someone. And that someone wasn’t me. It was Veronica—his colleague, someone I’d heard of but never really paid attention to. They were sitting close to each other, their laughter blending together, and Veronica’s hand was resting casuall
EMMA'S POV I tried to make it through the rest of the day at work, but my mind wouldn’t stop replaying what I saw in Daniel’s office. Veronica’s laughter, her hand on his arm, the way he didn’t pull away—it all haunted me. I stared at my computer screen for hours, unable to focus on anything. When the clock struck five, I grabbed my bag and headed home, hoping the familiar comfort of our house would ease my turmoil. As I stepped inside, I noticed the lights were on. Daniel was already home. My heart clenched. Maybe this was my chance to talk to him, to confront him about what I saw and get the truth. I set my bag down and took a deep breath, preparing myself for the conversation. But then, something caught my eye. Clothes were scattered across the floor of the living room—Daniel’s shirt, a pair of pants—and then, there it was. A bra. Not mine. My breath hitched as dread pooled in my stomach. I stood frozen for a moment, trying to convince myself that I was jumping to conclusions,
EMMA'S POV The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Simeon was gone, and the sheets beside me were cold. My heart sank for a moment, but I quickly brushed off the feeling. What was I expecting—a good morning kiss and breakfast in bed? I sighed, ran my fingers through my tangled hair, and sat up. The events of the previous day played on a loop in my mind. I couldn’t take it anymore. Today, I had to confront Daniel. It was time to end this nightmare. I left the bar without bothering to grab breakfast, straightened my hair in the rearview mirror, and drove straight home, rehearsing what I’d say. As soon as I stepped into the house, the smell of freshly cooked food greeted me. My stomach churned. The aroma wasn’t welcoming; it felt like mockery. How dare they carry on like nothing happened? From where I stood, I could see Daniel slouched on the couch, staring blankly at the television. His fingers fumbled with the remote control, his expression unreadable. Suddenly, he snapped and
SIMEON'S POVNow that I am finally free from that woman called Angel, I can focus on what really matters— getting Emma back. I know the chances of her loving me again are slim, almost impossible, but I don't care. I’m still going to try. And this time, I won’t be gentle. I have let my emotions get in the way before, but now, it is time to let the demon in me take over.I have spent too much time thinking about Emma. She is always on my mind. Every single moment of the day, she is there, haunting me like a ghost that refuses to be exorcised. It doesn’t matter what I do or where I go— I always see her face. I hear her laughter in my dreams, but when I wake up, all I feel is emptiness. The pain of losing her is unbearable. But what hurts the most is knowing that she is moving on with someone else.Emma is getting married in two days. Two damn days. And to who? Jason. Jason, who doesn’t have half of what I have. Jason, who can’t even protect her the way I can. Jason, who doesn’t deserve h
EMMA'S POV Jason and Angel had no idea I was there when they had their conversation when they were at the kitchen. I was just lucky enough to hear everything. And when I did, I couldn’t help but feel overjoyed. Finally, Jason had fallen for my plans. I didn’t even let him know that I heard anything. Instead, forcedly left the house, giving him and Angel the space to make things cook well. The best part about executing a plan was knowing exactly when to step back and let things unfold. I had played my role perfectly so far, and now it was time for Jason to unknowingly do his part. This morning, Jason came to Aunt Grace’s house, where I was staying, to update me on everything that had happened since then. The moment he stepped inside, I could tell from his expression that he had something important to say. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his lips were pressed together in a straight line, like he was trying to process his thoughts before speaking. As soon as he sat down, he lo
ANGEL'S POVI had been watching them for weeks, but lately, my secret camera in Emma and Jason’s bedroom had been useless. Not because it was broken, but because they weren’t talking like they used to. They weren’t laughing. They weren’t arguing. They weren’t whispering secrets into each other’s ears like they had always done before. It was as if something between them had shifted, something invisible but heavy, creating a distance neither of them wanted to acknowledge.Emma and Jason had always been the perfect couple in front of everyone. To the world, they were inseparable. Smiling at every event, holding hands in every picture, whispering sweet nothings whenever someone was watching. But I knew better. I had seen the cracks in their so-called love since I started living with them. And when Jason told me he never loved Emma— that he was only with her for her money— it confirmed what I had already suspected.It confirmed the rumors I had been hearing, the whispers in quiet corners,
JASON'S POVI paced around the room, shaking my head in frustration. The idea was ridiculous— dangerous even. "I can't do this. This is a stupid plan," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. My mind was racing, and my heart pounded in my chest. How did it come to this? How did I end up in such a messy situation?Emma, lounging on the couch like she didn’t have a care in the world, rolled her eyes dramatically. "Jesus, Jason, this is not hard. You’re acting like I’m asking you to climb Mount Everest. Just make her fall in love with you. Get close to her, gain her trust, and when the time is right, create a moment where it looks like you’re about to sleep with her." She smirked, her expression full of mischief. "And then I’ll barge in with a camera in my hand, catching everything."I turned to her, frowning deeply. "And what about my reputation? Won't people say I’m just using you whereas I love her?" The idea of deceiving someone like this left a bitter taste in my mouth. Sure, I
EMMA'S POV I barely stepped into the house when Jason’s voice stopped me in my tracks.“I thought you went to get foodstuff?” he asked, his eyes scanning my empty hands with a hint of suspicion.For a moment, I just stood there, confused. Foodstuff? Then it hit me. I had lied to Jason about going shopping when, in reality, I had gone to see Daniel and Simeon for help. But the meeting had occupied my mind so much that I completely forgot to buy anything to cover up my lie.His question caught me off guard. My mind raced for an explanation, but I had nothing. No excuse. No prepared lie. I just stood there, silent. I didn’t want to lie to him again. Not when he was already looking at me with so many unspoken questions in his eyes.Jason’s face shifted from suspicion to concern. His brows furrowed slightly as he took a step toward me. “Did something happen?” he asked, his voice softer now, laced with worry. His eyes scanned my face as if searching for an answer I wasn’t giving.I swallow
EMMA'S POV That afternoon, my phone rang again. It was Simeon. I had asked him for support earlier which he said he would get back to me. And now he was finally calling back. But his response was short and unexpected."I can't."My heart dropped. I stared at my phone for a few seconds, trying to process his words. Something wasn’t right.“There’s something wrong somewhere,” Jason said, sitting close to me.“Yeah, I can feel it too,” I agreed.“These two men helped you stay out of jail, so why are they refusing now?” Jason asked, his brows furrowed in concern. “Did you offend them?”I shook my head, trying to think. “I don’t know. The last thing I remember telling them was that I’m coming for them the same way I treated Liam and Hannah.”Jason’s expression changed as he considered my words. “What if they’re working for Angel now?”That question sent a chill down my spine. It made sense. Angel was manipulative, and if she had found a way to get to Simeon and Daniel, that would explain
ANGEL'S POVI’ve always believed that being rich gets you everything. I mean, that’s what people say, right? If you have money, you have power, connections, and everything you could ever want. But I was wrong. I learned that lesson the hard way— watching my best friend, Emma, get all the good things in life while I was left behind.Emma and I grew up together. Her family was average, not poor, not rich— just normal. Meanwhile, I had everything. My parents were wealthy, and I never had to worry about anything. But somehow, Emma was always the one people liked more. She had this way of making people value her. It was annoying.Then came Liam. Back in high school, he was the new student, and from the moment he arrived, I thought he belonged to me. But no, he was interested in Emma. That was the first time I realized that money didn’t always get you what you wanted. But I wasn’t going to accept that.Liam should have been looking at me, not Emma. So, during high school, I made sure that h
SIMEON'S POV I have always believed that a man can love one woman deeply, even while entertaining countless others. Some might call it foolish, others might call it selfish, but I know it to be true. No matter how many women have come and gone in my life, my heart has never wavered. It has always belonged to Emma.She doesn’t see me the way I see her. To her, I am just another man in the background, someone who exists but never truly matters. But that has never stopped me from loving her. It has never made me reconsider my feelings, not even for a second. I believe that love is patient, and someday, she will be mine.But love is never simple, and my path to Emma is filled with obstacles. The greatest of them all is Daniel— my fiercest competitor, my biggest rival. He has tried everything to win her over. He has plotted and schemed, played games both clever and desperate. He has bribed people, manipulated situations, and even tried to frame others to get closer to her. But no matter w
EMMA'S POV For about three hours after Angel’s outburst on live TV, Jason and I sat in the living room, struggling to come up with a solid plan to bring her down. Every idea we thought of had a flaw, and frustration started to creep in like a slow, unwanted guest. It was as if we were trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces, and the more we thought about it, the more impossible it seemed.Jason leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers restlessly on the wooden table. The sound was soft but irritating, like a clock ticking too loudly in a silent room. He exhaled sharply, clearly tired of our back- and- forth discussion. “I think involving someone else would be better. Let’s see his fthoughts on this,” he suggested, his voice carrying a note of desperation.I didn’t even need to ask who he was referring to. I knew exactly who he meant, and I shook my head immediately, my response firm and final. “Nope. Not after what he and Daniel did to us.”Jason frowned, clearly disagreeing