JUDITH'S POVIf I had known Emma would come to my place, I wouldn’t have invited Daniel and Simeon over. The plan was simple: to enjoy myself and have a little fun with the two of them. Threesome. But, as always, Emma managed to ruin everything. I even regretted telling her that Daniel would be coming over— it felt like I had handed her a map to sabotage me. Even Simeon didn’t know Daniel would be there, but I was determined to make the most of the night. And yes, I meant every word when I warned Daniel that I would spoil him in front of Emma. I genuinely appreciated how seriously he took it.Then Emma showed up, and chaos immediately followed.“What have you done?” Simeon snapped at me the moment he and Daniel stepped back inside.“Done as in what?” I asked, feigning ignorance, trying to appear clueless about his accusation.“Why do I have this strong feeling that you planned all of this?” Daniel asked, his tone sharp and accusing.“I didn’t plan anything! I just wanted to have fun.
EMMA'S POVIt had been four long days since the incident at Judith's house, and I was still struggling to figure out what it all meant. The questions kept swirling in my mind, refusing to settle. Sure, I wasn’t supposed to be there, but Judith had explained herself. According to her, Simeon was only there for work and to check on her health. Apparently, when I told Judith to take a week off because of the Tex have given her. I then informed Simeon— her boss— that she was sick. That explained why he had shown up. Yet, even with her explanation, it still didn’t sit right with me. Something about the whole situation felt... off.Maybe I had judged the situation too quickly. After all, I hadn’t even achieved what I wanted from everything I’d done so far. I wasn’t sure if Daniel had changed or not, and Judith, the only person who could help me figure it out, was someone I wasn’t exactly treating well at the moment. If I reached out to her, would she even consider helping me again after the
EMMA'S POVAfter a long night of replaying Veronica’s cryptic words— "I’ll do to you what I did to Judith"— I couldn’t even tell when sleep finally claimed me. Her chilling voice kept echoing in my mind, twisting my thoughts into knots. Every time I closed my eyes, her words seemed to grow louder, making it impossible to escape the nagging sense of unease they brought. Despite my efforts to stay awake, exhaustion eventually took over, and I drifted off into an uneasy slumber.The next thing I heard was a loud, cheerful shout that startled me from sleep."Happy birthday!" Aunt Grace's voice rang through the room, so loud and filled with excitement that it jolted me awake. My eyes fluttered open just in time to see her standing by my bed, grinning mischievously. Before I could even process what was happening, a cold splash of water hit me, soaking both me and my bed."Aunt Grace!" I squealed, shivering and staring at her in disbelief. She burst out laughing, clutching her sides as if sh
VERONICA'S POVI wasn’t bluffing when I told Emma that I would do to her what I did to Judith. Emma just doesn’t know how serious I am. I don’t make empty threats, and I don’t say things I don’t mean. I had just returned from a business trip, fully ready to reclaim what was mine from those who dared to take it away from me. The very thought of anyone crossing me boiled my blood. And yet, when I was till at the business trip, Emma had the audacity to call me and ask the most ridiculous question imaginable.She asked, “Who would you choose if you had to pick between Simeon and Daniel?”Can you believe that? What kind of question is that? And why would Emma, of all people, expect me to answer such nonsense? The nerve of that woman is something I’ll never understand. Her question wasn’t just absurd; it was insulting. It only confirmed what I already knew about her: she has no boundaries whatsoever. She thinks she can say and do whatever she pleases without consequences. But Emma was only
SIMEON'S POV I always thought Daniel believed I had forgotten how he once sent an assassin after me. But he was wrong. I hadn’t forgotten, not for a second. I had only chosen not to act on it— at least, not yet. My decision to hold back was for three specific reasons. The first reason was Emma. She meant a great deal to me, and I couldn’t bear the thought of dragging her into unnecessary chaos or putting her in harm’s way. Emma was the kind of person who deserved peace, not the drama and danger that came with my life. The second reason was my reputation. I couldn’t afford another scandal, especially one that could destroy my already fragile public image. A single misstep could ruin me, and I wasn’t ready to let that happen. The third reason? Timing. I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike back at Daniel— when it would hurt him the most. But then things got more complicated. Emma found both Daniel and me at Judith’s house. Her expression was a mix of shock, anger, and con
VERONICA'S POVWhat I don’t believe is that money can’t do anything. I’ve seen too much to think otherwise. I grew up in an average family— nothing extraordinary, just a simple, hardworking household. My parents did everything they could to give my siblings and me a decent life. My father worked long hours at the factory, and my mother spent her days cleaning houses. They never complained, but I could see the exhaustion on their faces every night. They tried their best, but their best wasn’t enough. We had just enough to get by, but never enough to feel comfortable. Watching their struggles, I made a promise to myself: I would never live like this. I would never settle for less.Everything changed when I met Simeon. He wasn’t like anyone else I’d ever known. He was the new transfer student at school, and from the moment he walked into class, I was drawn to him. I can’t explain why, but something about him caught my attention. He was quiet, almost reserved, yet there was a kindness in
EMMA'S POVI opened my eyes suddenly, feeling completely disoriented. For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was or how I had gotten there. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, and the bed I was lying on felt different from my own. The sterile smell of antiseptics filled the air, making my head spin slightly. Blinking a few times to clear my vision, I looked around more carefully. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was in a hospital room. The realization hit me like a wave, bringing a new sense of confusion and unease.Why was I here? What had happened to me? My mind raced, desperately searching for answers, but I came up blank. The room was eerily quiet, and there was no one around to explain anything.I tried to sit up, but the sharp sting of a needle in my hand made me wince in pain. Glancing down, I saw an IV line inserted into the back of my hand. The sight of it made me uneasy. I carefully pulled it out, wincing slightly as the movement caused a small sting. I place
SIMEON'S POVAnything in a skirt gets more opportunities than us men. Women know how to use their charm, grace, and sometimes sheer audacity to twist the world in their favor. It’s like an unspoken rule that works every time. Take Veronica, for example— only God knows what kind of promises or favors she must have offered the Chief of Police in New York to make him so loyal to her. She has everyone wrapped around her little finger, manipulating them like pieces on a chessboard. Emma, on the other hand, has made her stance very clear— if Daniel and I don’t figure out a way to put Veronica behind bars where she belongs, we should forget about ever seeing her again.It’s frustrating. No, it’s infuriating. Yet, here we were, sitting in the Chief’s office, ready to confront him head- on. It had taken over an hour for him to even acknowledge our presence, which was nothing short of an insult considering the influence Daniel and I wielded in this city. Daniel, for one, wasn’t accustomed to be
SIMEON'S POVI was having a wonderful time in my sitting room, surrounded by laughter and the warm glow of soft lights. The air was rich with the aroma of wine and the faint scent of expensive perfume. Two stunning ladies were with me, each captivating in her unique way. Their beauty was undeniable, their presence mesmerizing. As the evening unfolded, the sound of clinking wine glasses echoed in the room, blending harmoniously with their playful laughter.They were dressed in nothing but radiant smiles, their carefree energy filling the space. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the moment, feeling like I had the world at my feet. Everything was perfect, almost too perfect. Then, out of nowhere, a noise outside shattered the tranquility.At first, I thought it might be the wind or some distant commotion, but then I recognized the voice. It was Emma’s. My heart skipped a beat. That voice, so familiar and yet so sharp at that moment, sent a wave of panic through me. Emma couldn’t see th
EMMA'S POVFor the past day, Jason hasn’t been answering my calls. At first, I tried to brush it off, convincing myself he was probably busy with work or tied up in something important. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling growing inside me. Yesterday at the office, his behavior wasn’t normal— it was strange, almost as if he was deliberately avoiding me. He barely even looked at me, let alone spoke to me like he usually does. Jason is never like that. Even when he’s stressed or under pressure, he always makes time to smile at me or share a few comforting words. Yesterday, though, was different. It was like he was trying to put some invisible wall between us, and I couldn’t understand why.The goodbye kiss he gave me by my car was the clearest sign that something was off. It wasn’t the same as usual. It wasn’t deep or passionate, and it didn’t feel like it came from the heart. Instead, it felt distant, almost like he was holding himself back. I replayed t
SIMEON'S POVThe moment Daniel and I discovered we shared a common enemy, Rose, it felt like fate had aligned our goals. She had been a thorn in both our sides for too long, interfering with our plans and making life unnecessarily complicated. It didn’t take long for us to decide we needed to eliminate her from the picture entirely.It was Daniel who suggested framing her for a crime. The idea was brilliant in its simplicity. If she were accused of something serious, something that could not be easily disproven, she’d be out of the way for good."Frame her for what?" I asked, leaning in to hear his plan.Daniel grinned, his confidence evident as he sipped his glass of wine. "I think framing her for running an illegal casino would be the best option," he said.I nodded thoughtfully but remained cautious. "There has to be evidence," I pointed out. "There must be a casino for the authorities to find when they investigate."Daniel leaned back in his chair, his grin widening. "I have a cas
EMMA'S POVI noticed the way Mary was looking at me, probably because of how I was staring at Jason. Her concerned gaze told me she had noticed something unusual about my reaction. “Is there any problem, ma?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and a hint of worry. I quickly shook my head, forcing a smile to reassure her. “Nothing,” I replied, hoping to divert her attention. To change the subject, I asked, “Are they all five?” Of course, I already knew the answer. The five candidates scheduled for the interview were waiting.“Yes, ma,” Mary confirmed with a professional tone, her expression now calm.It wasn’t every day you saw a man applying for a secretary position, and that alone would’ve been enough to surprise me. But seeing Jason— the same Jason I had met on the dating app and spent a wonderful evening with— completely left me speechless. It felt like the universe was playing a trick on me. What were the odds of him showing up here, in my office, for this job? I didn’t kn
EMMA'S POV Three days after my conversation with Rose, she was arrested. Her arrest didn’t surprise me, but her words before she was taken away kept replaying in my mind. She had insisted that Simeon and Daniel had framed her. As much as I didn’t want to believe her, the thought clung to me, refusing to leave. Since her arrest, everything around me had taken a strange turn. Simeon and Daniel began acting oddly, almost like they were trying too hard. They showered me with expensive gifts and compliments that felt excessive. It was as though they were competing for my attention and favor. I couldn’t shake off the echo of Rose's final words to me: “They’ve placed a bet on you. Whoever wins your heart gets something big.” At first, I brushed it off as a desperate attempt to manipulate me, but the constant attention and gifts from Simeon and Daniel made me reconsider. Could there be some truth to her claim? I had no evidence, but the idea planted a seed of doubt in my mind. The more I th
EMMA'S POVI sat on the couch, my mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions I could barely process. Aunt Grace had just said something that felt like a slap across my face, and I couldn’t shake off the sting of her words. She stood in front of me, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. Her sharp tone cut through the silence of the room like a knife."I don’t know why you don’t listen, Emma. Leave those two men alone. They don’t love you," Aunt Grace said, her voice firm and unyielding as we delved into the sensitive topic of Daniel and Simeon, the two men I had convinced myself were important in my life.I inhaled deeply, trying to maintain my composure despite the bubbling frustration threatening to spill over. I didn’t want to argue with her, but Aunt Grace had a way of pushing all the right buttons. "They both love me, Aunt Grace," I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. "I believe one of them is the best for me," I added, hop
SIMEON'S POVI sat on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping the sides, my head pounding with thoughts of Emma. The guilt swirling inside me felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, suffocating me. My eyes stayed fixed on the floor as if staring at the wooden tiles would somehow bring clarity to the chaos in my mind. Emma’s face flashed in my thoughts— her bright smile, her warmth, her laughter. She didn’t deserve this. None of it.Behind me, Rose lay sprawled across the bed, her body glowing under the dim light of the room. Her hair cascaded over the pillow, and her lips curved into a small, smug smile. There was no denying her beauty; she was captivating in a way that could tempt anyone. But my heart wasn’t here. It wasn’t in this room, with her. It belonged to Emma, even though my actions betrayed every word of my love for her.Taking a deep breath, I forced the words out. "I can’t continue this with you. We can’t keep doing this," I said, my voice firmer than I expected
EMMA'S POVI couldn’t believe what I just heard. The message Rose had sent felt like a punch in the stomach, leaving me breathless. The words replayed in my mind like a haunting melody, each repetition more terrifying than the last. “You promised me two weeks to make Emma mine for the exchange of your life, but I haven’t seen anything. So, tell me a reason why I shouldn’t send my men to kill you?” My hands trembled as I clutched my phone, listening to those words over and over again, as if doing so would somehow change their meaning. But no matter how many times the audio kept playing , the words remained the same— cold, sharp, and utterly devastating.It was as if the air had been sucked out of the room. My heart raced, pounding so loudly in my chest that it drowned out every other sound. For a moment, the world around me seemed to blur, my mind unable to process what I had just listened to. Was this some kind of cruel joke? A mistake? I didn’t want to believe it, but deep down, I k
DANIEL'S POV It’s been six days since Rose made her promise to help me win Emma back. She said I’d have her in two weeks, but honestly, I haven’t seen any real effort from her side. Sure, Simeon hasn’t been around Pixel Forge Studios for the past two days, but does that really mean anything? I can’t help but feel like I’m being played. This question has been stuck in my head, repeating itself over and over, like an annoying tune you can’t get rid of.This morning, I woke up determined to take matters into my own hands. If Rose wouldn’t help me the way I wanted, then I’d have to find my way back into Emma’s heart myself. My plan was simple: pick her up for work. I thought it would be a good way to show her I was serious about fixing things between us.As my car pulled up in front of her house, I spotted her standing in the driveway, looking at her cars. She seemed undecided, her eyes moving back and forth between the vehicles, as if she were struggling to choose which one to take.“Ju