When I woke up the next morning, my hair was a mess and my eyes were heavy with exhaustion.The events of the previous night played over and over in my mind. Each detail was etched into my memory like a vivid nightmare.I couldn't afford to let my guard down. Keith may have agreed to play along for now, but I knew better than to trust his intentions completely. There was something about him that set my nerves on edge.Pushing aside the tangled sheets, I rose from the bed and made my way to the bathroom, the cold tiles beneath my feet acting as a medium to wake my body.With a heavy sigh, I splashed cold water on my face and then stepped under the shower after taking off whatever was left on my body.The water cascaded over me, soothing my frayed nerves as I stood beneath the steaming spray.Today was the beginning of a new chapter. And no matter what lay ahead, I was ready to face it head-on.I stepped out of the bathroom and began to prepare for the day ahead.As I dressed, I couldn'
The unexpected turn of events left me feeling like I was walking on thin ice. I was sure to get the job at first but with Keith's sudden appearance, there's no telling what the results could turn out to be. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure as I launched back into the interview process, hoping that I could still make a good impression despite the unexpected twist. "So, Jenna, why do you want to work for our company?" the first interviewer asked. "Well, I've always been drawn to the innovative work you do in the tech industry. Your commitment to pushing boundaries aligns perfectly with my career aspirations."I answered, even more confidently than before. He nods approvingly, jotting down notes. They proceeded with a series of technical questions, each met with precision and clarity in my responses. "Can you walk us through your approach to problem-solving?" another asked. "Certainly. I believe in a systematic approach, breaking down complex problems into managea
As I approached the mansion, frustration boiled within me, still raw from my clash with Keith and the venomous spat with Sarah. Just as my hand reached for the door handle, a maid intercepted me, her polite inquiry halting my progress. "Excuse me, miss. May I ask your business here?" she inquired, blocking my entry. I arched a brow in response, met with equal confusion from the maid. "I live here," I asserted, arms crossed, awaiting her reaction. "That doesn't answer my question, Miss," she retorted, mirroring my stance. Before I could press further, another maid emerged from within. "Oh, Madam, you're back!" she exclaimed respectfully, her presence catching the first maid off guard. The first maid leaned towards the one who just showed up, whispering what she thought was private, "I thought you said the boss married a crazy woman. She looks normal." "Is that so?" I questioned in annoyance. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to-" Turning my attention to the new arrival, I cut o
It seems I have stumbled upon a potential partner in mischief with Cecilia. But whether I'll regret it or not remains to be seen. I just have to make sure the revenge doesn't escalate into something I can't control, proceed with caution and keep my wits about me. "Ma'am, you look like a thirst trap in that." Cecilia put her hands over her mouth as she giggled, admiring me from head to toe. "I've got to say, you have a thing for picking out provocative gowns." I laughed as we highfived. "Help me check how the dinner party is going." I instructed, watching Cecilia salute before leaving. What a lively maid. It surprised me how comfortable we've gotten in each other's presence in this short span of time. Plus, I couldn't help but feel like there's something about Cecilia. Something big that I am yet to know. Which maid could be like this with her mistress without fear? Especially with the kind of cold-hearted master she had in the house. And how come Keith felt comfortable enough
"Nice to meet you, Cecilia. I'm Jenna," I replied, trying to mask my surprise as I shook her hand. Cecilia, the lively maid, was Keith's younger sister all along. It explained their comfort with each other and why Keith felt comfortable enough to make harsh comments about my clothes to her. But why does Keith look disturbed all of a sudden? Cecilia made eye contact with Keith before she walked to the other end of the table and took her seat there. As the dinner and small talk progressed, I couldn't shake off the sense of intrigue surrounding Cecilia. Her transformation from lively maid to Keith's sophisticated sister added another layer to the mystery. The rumours about her were true. Keith's discomfort only fueled my curiosity further and I made a mental note to tread carefully, as uncovering Cecilia's secrets could be a double-edged sword. But one thing was certain: this dinner party had just become a lot more interesting. "So, Keith." Cecilia spoke up, just as people we
I gasped, hearing his response. What does he mean by that? He better not try anything funny! In my thoughts, I rejected him but my body was speaking a different language. I was glad that I had covered my nipple just in time. If I didn't, Keith could have seen how hard it was just from being alone with him in a room while I was dressed like a slut who was attending a big event to look for men. With a swift movement, Keith's hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. The intensity in his eyes sent shivers down my spine. "I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation, Jenna," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You're playing with fire, and you have no idea how easily you could get burned." I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, his fingers digging into my skin. Panic surged through me as I realized how vulnerable I was at that moment. "Let me go, Keith," I demanded, my voice trembling despite my efforts to sound assertive. His smirk widened, almost
As the water cascaded over me, I let out a long exhale, trying to wash away the tension that still lingered in my muscles. The steam filled the room, enveloping me in a cocoon of warmth. With each passing minute, I felt a bit of the weight lifted off my shoulders. But even in the sanctuary of my bathroom, Keith's words echoed in my mind, taunting me with their implications. His hold on me was suffocating. Even in here, I could only recall his tight grip on my neck... His deep and seductive voice... his threatening words which dominated and turned my body on... His rough touch didn't break me physically but internally. Just what was this billionaire playing at? Turning me on like that and leaving me in the middle. My hand went to the nipple he blew on earlier. I pinched it and then slid my hand to the side of my neck which he kept inching closer to. "Keith..." I moaned but then shook my head quickly to snap out of it. What is wrong with me?! That bastard is getting in my head. H
Walking around his office, I almost felt bad for what I had in mind. I took the bucket of dirty water, soaked my mop in it and covered the floor with the water.Stopping to view the dirty mess I've made, I wiped my hands on my uniform then picked up the bucket and moved towards the exit, "I wish I could stick around and see the look in your face, Keith Clementine. But I have to go." I said as I reached for the door handle which surprisingly moved away from my grasp.I held my breath as the door opened and Keith showed up with three other men that looked like they meant business."What is the meaning of this?" Keith questioned as his eyes scanned the office from where he stood."I... I'm cleaning sir." I stammered out, holding tightly to the moping stick in my left hand and the bucket handle in my right hand."Cleaning? Is this what I hired you for?" Keith asked in anger, his voice deep and demanding.It hurt. Not just his anger but the fact that he was pretending not to know me. That'
KEITH POVThe line went dead, and I put the phone back in my pocket. I stepped out of the car and waited, leaning back on the car booth.I could feel Lorah's movement in the booth and it was so tempting to pull her out and finish her off but I waited patiently for Leonard to show up first.My eyes scanned the surroundings. Every shadow was a potential threat.Finally, headlights cut through the darkness, and a sleek black car pulled into the alley. Leonard stepped out, his face a mask of confidence and arrogance. Leonard smiled when his eyes landed on me and I gritted my teeth. My arms which were folded together, tightened.He thought he was in control, that he had the upper hand. Little did he know, tonight would be his last."Keith," he greeted, his voice smooth and composed. "Where's my wife?"I scoffed, pushing off from the car, "Did you come because you loved her, or just to get rid of a witness?"Leonard's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, Keith? Of course I love my wife. Where
KEITH POVI never knew Laura had a twin sister with the name Lorah. I never thought that the twin would hate me so much that she'd plot with Leonard to kill me herself."Why?" I asked, although I didn't really care. I doubt her reason would save her from what I had in store for her."Why?" she chuckled, "because you hurt me Keith. You chose my sister over me even if I was the one you saw first. Love at first sight? Pfft! You fucking married the wrong twin!" Lorah spat.I squatted to her level on the ground, staring into her eyes with mine as empty as I felt, "I'm glad I married your twin. I'd never love someone as evil as you.""Evil? Keith, you are evil itself!" Lorah screamed in my face and I took out a handkerchief from my pocket to wipe my face before standing up straight.I turned away from her before speaking orders to Cecilia, "tie her up and throw her into the booth of my car."Cecilia nodded without hesitation, grabbing Lorah by the arms and dragging her out of the room. "I
LAURA POVI couldn't have been more happier when the news of Jenna's death reached me. Sadly, I had to pretend to be sad about it to everyone but now that I'm alone in my room, I can finally smile at least.My phone buzzed in the pocket of my Jeans and I scanned around, shutting my bedroom door afterwards, before finally picking up.It was a call from my sweet husband Leonard, the man for whom I've gone this far in this scheme."My love." he started and I blushed, "I heard the news of her death. How is he taking it?"A smirk played on my lips as I responded, "very badly."I could imagine the grin on his face right now."Very good. That means that at this point, his guard will be let down. Do you still have the poisoned blade I gifted you?" Leonard asked.I took out a small key from my pocket and unlocked the bottom drawer next to my bed, taking out a dagger after I opened it."Yes," I answered, ready to take his orders.It's funny how they believe my husband will be the one to kill Ke
KEITH POV"Doctor, will he be fine?""He will. He just fainted from too much stress, lack of food for possibly the last four days, and overthinking as well. He needs to take it easy or who knows what might happen.""Alright, doctor.""Make sure you keep a close eye on him. Force him to take the medicines if you have to. His health depends on it, Mr Richard.""I'll make sure he recovers." Richard's voice echoed in my head with other voices mixing in all of a sudden, "thank you for your help."I squeezed my eyes shut when I was almost blinded by the light in the room."Where the fuck am I?" I asked, not sure if Richard was still in the room or not.I sat up and after a few seconds, my eyes opened, adjusting to the light.I was in a small, sterile hospital room. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air. Richard came closer and sat on a chair beside my bed, his face etched with worry."You're awake," he said, relief evident in his voice as he leaned forward. "How do you feel?""Like
KEITH POVI pushed back harder, my desperation turning into raw fury. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what I need to know!" I shouted, my voice breaking.Two officers grabbed my arms, trying to drag me away, but I fought back, wrenching myself free and shoving one of them. My vision blurred with rage and fear. I swung wildly, my fist connecting with an officer’s jaw. The commotion drew more attention, and I could hear the murmurs of the crowd growing louder."Tell me! What was the victim's name?!" I yelled at the officer whose eyes filled with fear as I stared into his eyes with anger.He didn't speak until I raised my fist to Puch him."We don't know the victim's name! Just her face from CCTV footage!" the officer yelled, shielding his face.My eyebrows, once furrowed, now relaxed while my raised fist weakened, "the news said..." my voice trailed off."It's just one victim. We don't plan on meeting any family member or investigating the woman!" he confessed."What?!" I exc
KEITH POVI drove around aimlessly, trying to think of where Jenna could have gone. My mind was a storm of anxiety and regret. How had things spiraled so far out of control? Eventually, I parked the car in a quiet spot and pulled out my phone. I had to try calling her again, even if she wouldn't answer. My fingers trembled as I dialed her number, praying she would pick up. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer.Frustrated and helpless, I decided to call Richard. He answered on the second ring."Keith? Did you find her?""No," I replied, my voice strained. "She left the hospital. Do you have any idea where she might go?"Richard was silent for a moment. "Not at all, Keith. I guess we'll just have to wait and see if she returns on her own.""Wait and see?" I snapped. "We can't just sit around while she's out there suffering.""Keith, calm down," Richard urged. "I understand you're worried, but we need to think logically. She might need some space right now."I knew he was ri
KEITH POVRichard's eyes darted nervously before he tried to muster a calm facade. "I wasn't hiding, just trying to get a better signal," he replied, his voice shaky and unconvincing.My grip on his shoulder tightened. "Don't lie to me, Richard. Who were you talking to?" My voice was low, menacing.He swallowed hard, clearly struggling to maintain his composure. "It was a private call, Keith. I swear it has nothing to do with Jenna."I leaned in closer, my face inches from his. "Do you really think I'm in the mood for games? Tell me the truth, or you'll regret it even as my friend."Richard's eyes widened with fear. He glanced around, as if searching for an escape, but there was none. Finally, he sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Keith, I'm not sure how you will take this news...""Spill it."Richard sighed deep, "Jenna... had a miscarriage at a nearby hospital just now."The world seemed to freeze around me, Richard’s words echoing in my mind like a cruel, relentless chant. "
Meanwhile, (EARLIER ON KEITH'S PART) at the Clementines mansion...KEITH POVIn the grand hall of the opulent mansion, priceless artifacts adorned every surface, and million dollars paintings lined the walls but I didn't give a fuck!The tranquility of this grandeur was shattered by my furious roar as I grabbed whatever I could and broke it into pieces just to relieve myself of this anger that didn't want to go away.How could the anger leave? I lost my mind. I lost control and I pushed her.It was like watching someone else from within his body but at the same time, unable to move that body by myself.The sight of her bleeding was the last thing I saw before someone finally stopped me by knocking me out. I couldn't be more grateful to Yilena for that but who told her she had the permission to take my wife away?!"Where is she?!" my voice echoed through the cavernous hall, filled with rage and desperation. My face was contorted with fury, and my eyes blazed with an unsettling intensity
YILENA POVWe quickly boarded the second plane, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. Richard took the pilot's seat, while I settled into the back, preparing the parachutes and planting Jenna's dress in the plane. Everything had to look convincing.The engine roared to life, and as we taxied down the runway, I glanced out the window, hoping our plan would succeed. Richard's voice came over the intercom, tense but controlled. "We're about to take off. Ready?""Ready," I replied, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me.The plane lifted off the ground, and as we climbed higher, I double-checked the parachutes and ensured everything was in place. Richard began the distress signal after five minutes in the air, his voice urgent and convincing as he reported engine failure and a possible crash landing."We're approaching the designated area," he said over the intercom. "Get ready."I took a deep breath, securing the parachute straps around me. "Let's