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
DANIEL'S POVMy deal with Simeon and Hannah never included Jason getting hurt, but here we are. Hannah stood in front of me, anger written all over her face, her hands clenched into fists. The tension in the room was almost suffocating.“My deal with you and Simeon never included Jason getting hurt,” she snapped, her voice sharp and cold, cutting through the silence like a knife.I leaned back in my chair, feigning indifference, although her anger was quite amusing. “I know,” I replied calmly, my tone deliberately nonchalant, “but why do you care?”She froze for a moment, her expression shifting from anger to confusion, her brows furrowing. “Because I’m human. He was shot, Daniel! He almost died!” she yelled, pacing the room back and forth like a caged animal. Her voice was rising, filled with frustration and fury.I watched her closely, carefully studying her every move. She was mad— there was no denying that. But the question was, why? Was this rage truly fueled by her so- called hu
JUDITH'S POVThe first time I saw Jason, he was with Emma at a popular restaurant in Queens. I didn’t feel the kind of emotional attachment most people would expect in such a situation. No, my feelings were different— darker, simpler. I didn’t want him as a partner, a companion, or someone to share my life with. I just wanted him, plain and simple. Not in an emotional way, but as someone who could satisfy the urges I had buried deep inside me for far too long. I didn’t need to like him; I didn’t even need to respect him. All I needed was to have him in my bed, nothing more, nothing less.I had used the same tactics on men like Daniel and Simeon before. It was a game I knew all too well— a game I had mastered. I pushed hard, played my cards right, and always got exactly what I wanted. Men were predictable that way, easy to manipulate if you knew the right buttons to press. But for some reason, I decided to let Jason slide that day. Maybe I was bored of the usual, or maybe I wanted to s
JUDITH'S POVI was sitting in front of the mirror, carefully applying my makeup, getting ready for work. The room was quiet except for the occasional sound of the makeup brush against my face. My phone buzzed on the table beside me, breaking the silence. I glanced at it and saw Daniel's name flashing on the screen. I didn’t even need to check twice; I already knew why he was calling. He needed answers— answers I wasn’t quite ready to give him.I sighed, picked up the phone, and placed it on the table in front of me. Switching to speaker mode, I continued with my makeup, ensuring I wouldn’t be interrupted. “Good morning, dear,” I greeted him casually, my tone light as I brushed some foundation on my face.“There’s nothing good about this morning, Judith,” Daniel’s voice thundered through the speaker, loud and laced with irritation.I couldn’t help but smile at his frustration. He always got so worked up. “Is there any problem?” I asked innocently, pretending to be oblivious as I moved
JASON'S POVThe moment Emma stepped into the hospital room, it felt as though my entire world had shifted back into place. The memories I thought were lost forever suddenly came rushing back with a force that was almost too much to bear. It was like a dam had burst, flooding my mind with vivid and sharp images from a past I had believed was buried. Overwhelming as it was, there was a strange sense of relief in it all, like a long- forgotten puzzle finally being pieced together. b“Emma,” I called out, my voice trembling as I watched her move toward Judith, the nurse who had been tending to me. Emma’s gaze lingered on her before she finally asked, “When did you become a nurse?”The look on her face was indescribable— somewhere between disbelief and awe. I could tell she was surprised, though I couldn’t entirely decipher her emotions.“I remember… I remember everything,” I blurted out, unable to hold back the words that seemed to spill from my lips. It had been so long since I smiled, b
JASON'S POVI stared at Emma as her voice broke the silence, her words cutting through the tense air like a sharp knife. “Why didn’t you tell me about your ex? Why didn’t you tell me she’s pregnant with your baby?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly as if she didn’t want to believe what she was saying.The weight of her question hit me hard, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before responding. “I’m not responsible for the pregnancy,” I said firmly, meeting her gaze. “We ended things two months before I met you. There’s no way she can be a month pregnant for me when we ended things two months ago.”Emma stood there, staring at me, her eyes searching mine for any hint of deceit. I could hear her take a deep, shaky breath, a sound that carried doubt, even though she was trying to mask it.“I believe you, Jason,” she finally said, reaching out and grabbing my hand. Her touch was warm, reassuring, but her words carried a warning. “But thin
JUDITH'S POV It’s almost like I’m cursed, and I admit it. I am stubborn, and I always get what I want. That’s just who I am. If I set my mind on something, there’s no stopping me, no matter what or who stands in my way. So, when Jason regained his memory, I saw it as an opportunity— a big one, bigger than anything I’d dared to dream of before. Of course, he didn’t remember who shot him. At least, that’s what he said. The moment Jason mentioned he didn’t see the face of the person who pulled the trigger, I knew Daniel wouldn’t just sit back and let it go. Daniel was never the kind of man to let things slide, and he wouldn’t buy Jason’s story for a second. So, I called him to let him know Jason was back to himself. The phone barely rang before he picked up. “I don’t believe that,” Daniel said, his voice sharp, almost accusing, like I was lying to him. “How can he not know? He should have seen me, he should?” I kept my voice steady, not wanting him to catch any nerves. “Jason said he
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