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 There was something odd about Aunt Grace that always gave me a sense of security—she never left the door unlocked, whether she was home or not. That evening, as I stepped into the house, I noticed the door slightly ajar. At first, I thought nothing of it. I was tired, drained from the day’s stress, and all I wanted was to collapse on the couch.But the moment I walked into the living room, I froze. The room was in disarray. Furniture had been moved, cushions scattered, and papers strewn across the floor. My heart skipped a beat.“What went wrong here?” I muttered to myself as I slipped off my shoes and dropped my bag.“Aunt Grace, I’m home!” I called out, my voice shaky.No response.I walked through the house, searching every corner. The kitchen, her room, even the backyard. But she wasn’t there. A strange feeling crept into my chest. Aunt Grace never left without telling me, yet she was nowhere to be found.Still, I convinced myself she’d gone out and would be back soon.
SIMEON'S POV Ever since Veronica started sending me her nudes pictures, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. Memories of our past kept replaying in my mind—the kisses, the hugs, and the deep, sex moments we shared. She had a body that could make any man lose control—her hips, her breasts, everything about her was mesmerizing. She knew how to use her beauty, and I couldn’t deny the temptation her images stirred within me. Just yesterday, when she walked into my office, the slope of her dress distracted me for a moment. For a brief second, I remembered how easy it used to be to push her against a wall or lay her down and take what she so willingly offered. But now? Now things were different. I couldn’t do that anymore. We weren’t together, and honestly, something inside me didn’t want to. As much as my body remembered the pleasures Veronica gave, my mind kept pulling me back. Her attitude was toxic—her beauty didn’t make up for her lack of respect. She was selfish, manipul
EMMA'S POVIt wasn’t long after the man Veronica sent to erase my phone left when Aunt Grace arrived. The moment she stepped through the door, a wave of relief washed over me. Without thinking, I ran to her and hugged her tightly."I thought I was going to lose you," I said as tears rolled down my cheeks.Aunt Grace hugged me back just as fiercely, her voice breaking as she said, "I thought I wasn’t going to see you again."When we finally let go, she turned and faced the wall, taking a deep breath. Her next words, however, caught me off guard."Emma, I want you to stay away from Simeon," she said suddenly, her tone firm but troubled.I stared at her, stunned. "Why?" I asked. My heart sank at her words. Simeon was the only source of comfort in my life right now, the only one who truly loved me. How could Aunt Grace, who had just been released from Veronica’s clutches, say such a thing?"Being with Simeon will only bring you more problems," she explained, turning back to me and taking
DANIEL'S POVIf someone had told me I would lose everything my grandparents had worked tirelessly to build, I would have laughed in their face. Yet, here I am, empty-handed and humiliated. The family empire, Trenton Corp, which once symbolized hard work and legacy, now belongs to Veronica—a woman who had no idea how those properties were built. And to make things worse, my own stupidity handed it to her on a silver platter.I should have never trusted Veronica. My mother made that abundantly clear when she told me, in no uncertain terms, that she didn’t want to see me again until I got our properties back. Those words stung more than I expected. I had no choice. If I wanted to earn her forgiveness and salvage my family's legacy, I needed to get Trenton Corp back from Veronica. Even if it meant lowering myself to beg her.But that wasn’t all. Veronica wasn’t going to make things easy. She laid out her demands in a way only she could—cold, calculated, and impossible to ignore. The only
EMMA'S POVIf not for the important presentation I had at work today, I would have stayed at home. My mind was in turmoil, and I could barely focus. The email from Judith replayed in my head like a haunting melody. I still couldn’t believe it—Simeon, the man I thought I knew so well, had been sleeping with my secretary, Judith.The drive to work felt surreal. My thoughts ran wild, imagining when it started and how I never noticed. Was it during late meetings or when I sent her to deliver files to him? The betrayal hit hard, and I could feel tears burning the back of my eyes. I was so distracted that I almost hit the car in front of me. The honk jolted me back to reality, but it didn’t make things better.Judith’s resignation made it real. She wouldn’t leave a job where she was the third-highest-paid staff unless it was true. But the line in her resignation email struck me the most: “I’m leaving because I can no longer handle the guilt. I can’t stop sleeping with my boss’s boyfriend.”
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