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.”
DANIEL'S POVI waited an entire day before deciding to approach Veronica. What Emma told me kept ringing in my ears, and I needed answers. Did Veronica truly intend to give me back Trenton Corp, or was she just using me? After all, I had done what she wanted—I had separated Emma and Simeon. It was time to collect what she promised me.When I arrived at her house, the security guards didn’t allow me in. They didn’t even give me a chance to speak before stopping me. It wasn’t until I called Veronica that they finally opened the gate. The bitterness I felt as I stood there was unbearable. I couldn’t help but remember when I used to visit this place often. Back then, these same guards would greet me respectfully, not block my way. But it wasn’t their fault; it was mine. I stupidly trusted Veronica. I handed over a multi-billion-dollar company to her without thinking twice.I waited outside for thirty minutes before Veronica finally stepped out of the house. Thirty minutes! She kept me sta
SIMEON'S POV It had been six days since the news broke. The headlines were brutal: “Simeon Grant: The Thief in a Suit.” Everywhere I turned, people whispered, stared, or outright accused me. My wealth, once admired, was now questioned. Was everything I had earned tainted? Daniel had managed to weaponize the truth and manipulate the narrative to turn New York against me.I couldn’t even blame him entirely. Ninety percent of what he said was true. He laid it all out, sparing no detail. Daniel explained how he transferred his properties to Veronica to shield them during his messy divorce with Emma. He even exposed how Veronica refused to return his assets once their arrangement ended. The public ate it up, especially since rumors about Veronica’s sudden control over Trenton Corp had been swirling for weeks. Now, they had their answer, and I was the scapegoat.That night, as I sat on Judith's couch, my phone rang. It was Emma. Her name on the screen sent a wave of guilt through me. After
SIMEON'S POV After leaving the restaurant, the argument with Emma kept playing in my mind. I had hoped for a different outcome, but her words struck me harder than I cared to admit. Still, my resolve hadn’t wavered. Daniel had to pay for what he did, and I was ready to take what mattered most to him, Trenton Corp. My feelings for Emma wouldn’t stop me from exacting my revenge.As my driver maneuvered through the quiet streets, I pulled out my phone and dialed Veronica. She picked up after the first ring."Hello, Veronica. Are you home?""Yes, I am," she replied, her tone hinting at anticipation."Good. I’ll be there in ten minutes."Hanging up, I leaned back in my seat, my thoughts already drifting to what awaited me at Veronica's place. A text notification flashed across my phone screen. It was from Judith.Judith: I have a surprise for you tonight.I smirked. It was obvious what she meant. If she wanted to play, I’d indulge her after finishing my business with Veronica.When I arri
EMMA'S POVWhen Simeon and I arrived at the restaurant, the serene environment eased some of the tension between us. It was quiet and cool, the kind of place where you could have a meaningful conversation without distractions. We placed our orders, and soon enough, the food arrived. For a while, everything seemed normal. We ate in silence, savoring the calmness of the moment. Then, Simeon suddenly stopped eating, his fork hanging mid-air as if he had just remembered something important.“So, you know that Veronica wants me to believe that you had something to do with my stabbing?” he asked, his tone calm but serious.I froze, unsure of what to say at first. “What?” I finally managed, shocked by his words.“She told me that you knew about it,” he added, his voice filled with doubt.I leaned back in my chair, shaking my head in disbelief. “Do you know she got me arrested, Simeon? My arrest bought her enough time to move you out of the hospital before I could do anything,” I said, my voi
SIMEON'S POV I hated myself for lying to Emma. I looked into her eyes and told her I didn’t sleep with Judith when I knew I had. It was a cowardly move, but I wasn’t ready to face the consequences of the truth. Emma’s trust was already fragile, and I couldn’t bear to break it completely. Still, the guilt weighed on me, and every time I thought about it, I felt disgusted with myself.The truth is, Judith’s visit to my house wasn’t planned. She came uninvited, dressed in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Ever since I bought forty percent of Pixel Forge Studios, Judith had been finding ways to get my attention. She didn’t even try to hide it anymore. At work, she used to wear professional, modest outfits, but later, she’d begun showing off her figure. I had noticed her curves, the way her blouses hugged her body, and the way she moved with a deliberate purpose. I tried to ignore it, but some part of me was tempted.When Judith touched me in front of Veronica, it shook me. Her
EMMA'S POV Finally, my app was ready. It had taken weeks of sleepless nights, endless trials, and rejections before it became perfect. Today was the day I’d present it to the team and stakeholders that I later sold ten percent of the company out to. I couldn’t deny that I felt proud. This app was going to change lives and bring people together. As I stood in front of the room, the presentation about to begin, the door suddenly opened, and there he was, Simeon.All eyes turned to him as he walked in, his presence commanding attention. My heart raced, and I hated that I felt a spark of joy. While everyone stood to welcome him back, I remained rooted, staring at him. He didn’t break eye contact as he walked straight toward me. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he pulled me into a kiss, right there in front of everyone.“I missed you so much,” he whispered.I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. The man who had disappeared for weeks, stayed with another woman, and left me in a sea of
VERONICA'S POVIt was an ordinary afternoon when one of my security guards informed me that a lady named Judith was waiting at the gate. I frowned, puzzled by her unexpected appearance. I don’t have any business with Judith anymore. Why is she here? I thought. Despite my confusion, I gave the order, “Walk her in.”Moments later, Judith strolled into my living room, and what she was wearing left me speechless. She had on a short, tight gown that hugged her curves in all the wrong—or right—ways, depending on who was looking. Her hips swayed with every step, and her breasts was practically on full display. Her nipples pressed visibly against the fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination.“Good afternoon,” Judith said with a sugary sweetness that made my stomach churn. I heard her words, but my attention was trapped by her bold appearance. She even cleared her throat to grab my attention further, forcing me to look up at her face.“What are you doing here, Judith?” I asked, doing my best
JUDITH'S POV When Veronica knocked on my door two weeks ago, I never imagined how much my life would change. I was already at my lowest point, battling a serious health crisis with my mom. She needed surgery, and the cost was more than I could ever afford, even with my high-paying job. No one seemed willing to help, and I had exhausted all my options. Then, Veronica showed up like a miracle—although I’d soon realize she was anything but. The first words out of her mouth caught me completely off guard: "I need your help, and I’ll pay you any amount you want." My heart skipped a beat. Veronica’s offer sounded like it had been sent straight from heaven. I didn’t even ask what she needed at first. I was too focused on what her words meant—relief. A way out of this nightmare. But as she explained, I started to understand the real cost of her so-called help. "I want you to send a resignation letter to Emma," she began. At first, I thought it was a harmless favor. Maybe a disagreement o
EMMA'S POVIt had been two days since Veronica had taken Simeon out of the hospital and brought him to her house. Every hour that passed felt like torture to me. I couldn’t stop wondering what was happening between them. I sent countless messages to Veronica, shouting and threatening her to release Simeon, but she refused. Her silence was infuriating. Sometimes, I even questioned if Simeon wanted to stay there. Maybe he was enjoying his time with her. Or maybe... just maybe, Veronica was taking advantage of his injuries to trap him in her web.Her last words to me kept ringing in my head like a curse: "I will fuck Simeon until he forgets you." I hated how her voice echoed in my mind. What if Veronica was already doing it? The question haunted me relentlessly.This morning, the vibration of my phone woke me up. I didn’t even bother opening my eyes to look for it. I reached out blindly and answered the call.At first, I heard heavy breathing. Then, her voice—Veronica’s voice—mocking me.
SIMEON'S POVI woke up feeling disoriented, my body heavy and my head pounding. The sterile scent of a hospital was gone, replaced by something softer and unfamiliar. I opened my eyes slowly, taking in the lavish room around me. This wasn’t the hospital. My heart sank as I realized I had no idea where I was.As I scanned the room, my eyes fell on her. Veronica. She stood by the dresser, her back to me, completely naked. My breath hitched. It had been years, but her body was as I remembered—perfectly curved, an image of the past I thought I’d left behind.I cleared my throat, unable to stop myself from making a sound. She turned to face me, her expression calm, almost amused. My eyes betrayed me, darting to her bare chest, her confidence holding my gaze hostage.“How are you feeling?” she asked, her voice smooth like honey.I couldn’t speak. The sight of her standing there, so unabashed, had stolen my words. She smiled knowingly, taking her time as she slipped into a dress. She climbed