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 POV Ever since I warned Simeon to stay away from Jason, things have been peaceful. Jason and I have been living in harmony, building something I thought was unshakable. Even Daniel, the one who could never let go of the past, got a clear warning from me that same night I went to Simeon’s house. It was clear I was drawing boundaries, protecting what Jason and I had, and ensuring no one meddled in our relationship. I had worked hard to secure the peace I now enjoyed, and I wasn’t about to let anyone ruin it. One thing that stood out during this time was Aunt Grace. She absolutely adored Jason, and I could see it in her every word and action. The way she spoke to him was so warm and kind, nothing like how she used to communicate with Daniel when we were still together. Jason had a charm, a way of winning people over with his charisma and gentle demeanor, and Aunt Grace was no exception. Despite her religious nature and constant mantra of, “Don’t sleep with a man you’re not marri
EMMA'S POV“Jason is your boyfriend?” I asked, barely able to hide the shock in my voice. My heart pounded, and my hands trembled slightly as I tried to process the bombshell Hannah had just dropped. Her words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, making it hard for me to breathe.“Yes,” Hannah replied, her voice steady and cold. She didn’t flinch or hesitate. Her lips curled into a sharp, knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. “And I know you’ve been sleeping with him.”Her accusation hit me like a slap to the face. I felt as if the ground beneath me had vanished. I took a shaky breath, struggling to keep my composure. Simeon’s words from a few weeks ago echoed in my head like a haunting melody. Jason isn’t who he says he is. At the time, I had brushed it off, convincing myself it was just another attempt by Simeon to meddle in my life. But now, everything seemed to fall into place, like puzzle pieces forming an ugly, unwanted picture.“So,” I began cautiously, my voice tr
DANIEL'S POVI wasn’t happy when Simeon told me Emma had someone she was dating now. It felt like a thorn in my plans. She wasn’t supposed to move on. Emma and I had history, and deep down, I still wanted a share in Pixel Forge Studios. Losing that share of the studio was bad enough, but now, with her dating someone else, I knew there was no way she’d open her heart to me again. Not unless we made some drastic moves.“What do we do now?” I asked Simeon, my voice thick with concern.“We’ll set him up,” Simeon replied firmly, his words hanging in the air like a sinister promise. I could see the gears turning in his head as he started forming a plan. “We need to make it look bad— so bad that she has no choice but to walk away from him.”It was a solid start, but I already had a plan brewing in my mind. A better plan. Simeon’s idea would be the first step, but mine would seal the deal. I stayed quiet, letting him believe he was leading the charge for now.When his framing attempt failed a
EMMA'S POVAfter leaving work that evening, I switched on my phone. As expected, a flood of messages from Jason came through almost immediately I switched it back on when Daniel left this morning. Just seeing his name on the screen irritated me. I wasn’t in the mood for his endless explanations, and honestly, I doubted there was anything he could say that would change how I felt. Yet, amidst the stream of his messages, another name caught my eye— Simeon.Despite the anger I felt toward him, my curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to read what he had sent. Perhaps I was hoping to see the nonsense he had sent to me. But when I opened the message, the words left me bitter and cold."I overheard you and the lady in your office this morning. I never believed Jason would do that to you. I warned you, but you never listened," it read.I smiled bitterly. The audacity of that man was absurd. He had the nerve to gloat after everything that had happened. Without giving it much thought,
DANIEL'S POVI had just gotten home from Emma’s place when my phone buzzed. Mary was calling. Her name flashed across the screen, but something about this call felt different. I could sense it before I even answered. When I picked up, her voice came through shaky, barely holding together. It was a trembling echo of failure, a sound I wasn’t prepared for."I’ve failed you," she said suddenly, the words cutting through me like a blade. My stomach churned, and my heart began to race. Dread surged through me as I struggled to process what she meant."What happened?" I asked, my voice sharp, teetering on the edge of panic. I already feared the answer but hoped I was wrong. Maybe it wasn’t what I thought. Maybe she was exaggerating.“She found out,” Mary admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Those three words hit me like a sledgehammer. My chest tightened, and for a moment, it felt like my lungs forgot how to function. My heartbeat skipped, then started pounding so loudly I could bare
EMMA'S POV"Call 911!" Aunt Grace shouted, her voice breaking with panic. Her urgency jolted me, but my hands shook so badly I could barely hold the phone. My knees felt weak, threatening to give way beneath me. I had just told her what I heard— a gunshot while on the phone with Jason, my Jason. The thought of what might have happened paralyzed me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I could only stand there, frozen in fear and confusion.Aunt Grace snatched the phone from my trembling hands, her fingers moving swiftly as she dialed for help. Meanwhile, I crumbled onto the couch, tears streaming down my face. My sobs came in gasps as I pressed my hands to my chest, trying to steady my breathing. My heart raced uncontrollably. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of terror and helplessness. All I could do was cry and pray. Pray that Jason was okay. Pray that the gunshot I heard wasn’t the end of him.Each second stretched into an eternity as I sat there, waiting for some kind of news. Mi
EMMA'S POVI sat on the cold, unyielding metal chair in the stark interrogation room, my fingers nervously intertwined on the table. The harsh fluorescent light above buzzed faintly, casting a pale, unforgiving glow across the room. My gaze shifted to Officer Precious, who sat across from me, her posture composed and intimidating. Her piercing eyes seemed to search for cracks in my resolve, and for a moment, the silence between us felt deafening. Then, finally, she broke it.“So, Miss Martinez, tell me why you wanted to kill Mr. Davis Jason,” she said, her voice calm yet carrying an edge of authority that sent a chill down my spine.Her question hit me like a thunderbolt, leaving me momentarily stunned. My mind raced, struggling to grasp the weight of her words. Kill Davis? The man I loved? The idea was absurd. Slowly, I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes as confusion and hurt fought for dominance. “Why would I want to kill my boyfriend? The man I love so much?” I asked, my voice barel
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