Rayne's POV“Hailey, stop it. You're supposed to be on my side. I could have had him if..” Chloe whispered back, but her friend was quicker. “You never stood a chance, Chloe. Clean the speck on your eyes. I was gawking at her when she came in, and you were too. She's way hotter than you. Now, shut up and eat your food.” Her friend shut her up. If that was supposed to be a whisper, then it was a failure as I could hear everything, or maybe I was just too interested in the gossip. The jazz music played louder, distracting everyone. “Stop paying attention to them. I told you, I'm all yours tonight. I need your eyes to be on me,” Nathan said, holding my chin with the tip of his fingers.His eyes held a playful delight, drawing me into the illusion. He was doing things to me, and he knew. The butterflies in my stomach danced happily every second I looked into his eyes. My heart fluttered as I blinked, trying to look away, but I couldn't. My voice was struggling in my throat. “You're qu
Rayne's POV“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, feigning ignorance. I knew what he wanted. “Really?” He asked in a quizzing manner. “Mrs. Sterling, you're a hard woman. How can you be so gorgeous?” I chuckled, my hand still in his as he twirled me around. The music had shifted to a slow rhythm. “You're a smooth talker,” I whispered against the soft voice. “Well, am I smooth enough to sweep you off your feet?” He asked, smiling like he won a trophy. “Maybe,” I said. He faked crying when I said that. “Come on, Nathan. Let's go somewhere quiet.” He stared in shock, not expecting me to make a change so fast. “or do you want to stay here a little longer?” I asked, blinking my eyelashes at him. “What? Not a chance,” Nathan's husky voice sang to my ears. In a flash, he took out some wards of cash from his wallet and signaled to the waiter. “Keep the change,” Nathan spoke without taking his eyes off me. “Get your purse. I can't wait any longer.”His hands pulled me, l
Nathan's POVThe soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the silky cream curtains, giving the room a warm orange glow. Rayne lay beside me, her chest rising and falling gently as she slept peacefully. Her hair spilt over the pillow and her face. I reached out and brushed the strands of hair away from her face. My fingertips softly brushed against her skin.She moaned, twitching her lips in a pout and continued to sleep. My fingers traced the lines on her lips. They were soft and plump on my finger. I gave in to the temptation, leaning in as I gently kissed her forehead.“Nathan,” she called in her sleep.“Dreaming of me, aren't you princess?” I answered, stroking her hair softly. She stirred
Nathan's POVHave you ever seen a child waiting for candy? I looked like that, waiting for Rayne to finish her bath as I sat on the bed. My eyes fixed on the bathroom door. I glanced at my wristwatch for the hundredth time until my ears caught on the sound of the shower turned off.The door creaked open, and Rayne stepped out wrapped in a towel that showed her long legs. I gulped, watching her dry her wet hair with another towel. What exactly was all this torture? My eyes devoured her every second she stood there. She caught me staring and smiled mischievously.“You love what you see, don't you, dear husband?” She purred and continued to dry her hair. “How's the view?”She held so much control over
Elliot's POVZia sat on the plush white leather stool, combing her hair in front of the large dressing mirror while I sat on the bed, taking sips of my whiskey. The large bedroom walls, adorned with rich velvet drapes, matched the sheen dark hardwood floors.The light from the crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, soft glow over the space. The dressing table was made of mahogany wood, and expensive perfume bottles sat on the table with her jewelry boxes.Zia was engrossed in her reflection, combing her thick, silky hair with the blue comb. I raised my glass of whiskey to my lips, my eyes fixed on her. I looked down at my navy blue trousers as I changed my sitting position to hide my growing bulge.
Elliot's POVI sat on the sand, watching the horses run free on the ranch. It felt nice and quiet to be in the open. It had been two days since I made the call. Zia no longer had time for me. She acted differently and smelled of a different perfume anytime she came back from her business meetings or whatever she called it.I noticed her spy, Pamela, wasn't giving as much information as before. I could only guess she had been discovered and changed sides, or she had other plans with Zia.I checked my phone and dialled the number my Intel had sent me. Of course, this was an untraceable call. It rang, and he picked.“That's odd. I was expecting him to be more difficult,” I thought. I had gotten
Zia’s POV“Cling clang,” my heels clattered against the tiled floor like a metronome marking the time. I paced back and forth across the room. I stopped for a bit to check the time on my phone. I didn't like stress, and I was doing just that. My exotic designer attire, made of a sleek black Versace dress with intricate gold embroidery, shimmered on my body, nicely fitted to show my curves. Elliot sat on the plush sofa, doing nothing and being useless, sipping his wine nonchalantly. How could he be calm while I was not relaxed? He looked away from the glass in his hand and stared at me with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.“What?” I asked in disbelief.“Zia, darling. Can you sit down for a bit? You're making a lot of holes in the floor.” Elliot said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I spun around, angry at his words. “Shut up, Elliot!” I snapped, my voice echoed off the walls. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing and took another sip of his wine. I continued to pace back and
Zia’s POVWith burning anger, I stormed into my home office, slamming the door behind me. I let out a scream, showing my frustration.It felt better after I did that, and I paced back and forth, my mind racing with the thoughts of Elliot not falling for my wimps. He used to be so obedient. What had gotten into him?My feet gave way, and I fell to the floor. “ouch,” I growled. “It's all his fault.”I rose from the floor, dusted my dress, and collapsed into my chair, exhausted and angry at everything. “This is not my day,” I thought.“Elliot, what exactly are you playing?” I asked no one. My thoughts w
Nathan's POVMy heart raced wildly as I ran up the stairs with Jack and Alex behind me. We reached the rooftop, and my heart sank as my worst fears were confirmed. A lady lay unconscious on the floor and I walked slowly to the body scared it was Rayne but it was Pamela. I felt bad but hoped she was still alive. I looked up to see a masked figure dressed in a black suit pointing a gun at someone. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Rayne shivering with fear at the gun pointed at her. “Hey, let her go!” I shouted, finally getting the attention of the masked person. The figure looked at me and back at Rayne and slowly removed its mask revealing a long hair flying with the wind. It was Zia. She had a wicked grin and spoke with a sinister tone. “Oh, my darling. You're just in time to witness the end of…this bitch.”I walked cautiously to her so as not to make her shoot. “How did you get in here?” I asked.Zia chuckled and answered calmly. “You're not the only one with spies, Nathan. I've
Rayne's POVI pulled up to Rayne's house, my second home. Nathan and I were getting off on the good side. He was never that bad if I was being honest. I was just jealous. It was now a habit to spend the weekend with my biological family. Many times Dad had asked me to come stay with them but I couldn't abandon my adoptive parents and he understood.I planned on taking Rayne on a sibling date. I was going to live up to my big brother's expectations since we both missed growing up in each other's lives. Her kids were my kids and I couldn't have enough of them. I had a little chat with our father while Rayne dressed upstairs in her room. When she came down dressed in a lovely casual top and jeans with a baseball cap, I cheered because we had unknowingly worn the same thing.Janet crawled up to me, and she lifted her body making an attempt to stand but her feet wobbled and she fell but I caught her in time. She giggled and raised her hands up for me to carry her. Nathan came by and after
Zia’s POVI didn't say much and let Lucinda do her stuff. She presented the paperwork from the court to the head officer and I was free to go. Nothing felt better than leaving the mental hospital. It was a breath of fresh air. I had all sorts of emotions come to me. It was a mix of relief, anxiety, and uncertainty. Lucinda let me into her car and flashed me a sly smile. “Get in,” she said with an up tone. “We can catch on what we have missed on the way. I want to know everything.” I scoffed and entered the vehicle. “You wish, old witch as if I would ever tell her anything. Like I would ever tell you anything. You deserve nothing but total hatred from me,” I thought, faking a smile at her. She drove as I sat in the car and the image of the mental hospital gates getting distant made me want to fly to the moon. I didn't trust her so I let the questions fly around to be sure. “How did you know I was locked up in an asylum?” I asked, my eyes fixed on her body movements to detect if sh
Zia’s POVMy body grew numb as I lay in the cold room. My mind became foggy as I Lost my sense of time. I hoped Sarah was able to make it far away. She could always find a way to help me but how she would go about it bothered me. My teeth chattered uncontrollably and I couldn't feel my fingers or toes. White smokey gas came out of my nose and mouth anytime I breathed out in my vain effort to warm myself. I clutched down to the side of the room, with my hands folded across my knee.I was about to give up and pray for death so I could end it all, but the door creaked open and a worker stepped in. I raised my head and he looked at me with disgust. There was no hint of flinch of pity in his eyes. “Well, well, well. Look at what we have here,” he said, mocking my situation. “If it isn't the little troublemaker? How do you feel? Do you want to escape or perhaps you want to create another show?”I shivered and tried to maintain eye contact. Every time I tried to speak, my mouth felt dry and
Zia’s POVSarah and I exchanged looks and began laughing. When we were tired of laughing, we started working. I began brushing the dust and dirt away while Sarah mopped the room. We worked for nearly two hours and the room was almost completely clean. I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand. We rested a bit as we finished the work. Sarah lay beside me panting. I whispered to her. “What do you say about getting the hell out of here?”“You don't mean..?” Sarah whispered back, her gaze still fixed on the ceiling. “Yeah, leave her for good,” I answered. “How are we supposed to do that? The hospital thinks we are crazy and it would take a long time to convince them that we are sane enough to be discharged, we came here because of a crime,” Sarah replied. “I wasn't talking about convincing anymore. And for all I know, I am pretty sure they can tell we aren't crazy. We have to escape,” I said confidently.Sarah shivered and sat up immediately to think. “That would be
Zia’s POVI stood from my seat and approached her slowly with caution. The ranting and noisy chatter from the other patients didn't stop me. I got to her table and carefully sat on the opposite seat so as not to aggravate her in case I was wrong. “Hi,” I said, smiling. I looked around to make sure none of the nurses, doctors or any officials were watching. “I'm Zia,” I said, giving her my hand for a polite handshake. She looked at me with a hint of curiosity then at my free hand and she slowly let out her hand and shook mine. “Hey, I'm Sarah and I am not crazy.” She said calmly but in a happy voice. “Glad to see someone else has their head right. I was worried you would…” I said, but was unable to finish the words, afraid it would come off as offensive to her. “Koo Koo. Nuts missing and screws flying. Nah, I'm fine. I just act along sometimes so I get to be left alone and not poked with annoying needles all the time,” she explained. She was a chatty one and I liked that. I needed
Zia’s POVThe prison room was cold as I was alone in my room. I glanced at the toilet from my small bed. The bed was only large enough to carry only me. I felt devastated, angry at Rayne but pity for myself. How did I move from the queen of the business world to this? And Elliot? That bastard had betrayed me. I had betrayed him first but it still didn't give him the right to leave me like this.I had spent a month in this disgusting cell, the prison room was neat and I was lucky for someone to pay for me to stay alone after a week of torture and bruising from the other prison mates. I had begged the warden for a phone call to call my Dad, Rayne's father but he didn't respond to any of my calls. Maybe, it was Dad but I was moved to the upper-class prison cells where I could stay alone and not have to worry about fighting for where to sleep with five roommates for the night or being woken up with kicks. The inmates were cruel and I was subjected to slavery. I began to feel how my maid
Make UpRayne's POV“Hello, sister,” Alex spoke softly as our eyes locked onto each other. “Excuse me? What did you just call me?” I asked puzzled. Did he just call me his sister? What was going on here? At that moment, the world stood still. Alex's words hung in the air as I stood frozen.“Sister. You're my sister.” Alex spoke softly. I stepped backward looking him up and down as if he was drunk. “Alex, I think you have the wrong person. Did you hear your head?” I asked with worry etched on my face. Alex walked forward, his hands outstretched to me trying to pacify me. “Rayne, I know this might come off somewhat crazy but I'm your brother. Your twin brother.”“Yo…your twin? What the heck? How's this even possible? I…I should have known. Dad should have known,” I stuttered.Alex hesitated then moved slowly to me unsure of how to proceed. “I…I just found out. It's been a few days. Nathan told me. He brought the test and..”“Nathan told you. Test results?” I asked startled. I eyed h
Rayne's POV“Nathan, Zia's out of prison. She got an appeal and somehow proved her insanity," I complained.“I know. I found out this morning. But that doesn't seem to be the only thing on your mind. What is it?” Nathan said, pulling back as his eyes locked onto mine. I took a deep breath and let it out. “I got a text just after I saw the news. It said the first strike. It was an unknown number and it called me but I was too frightened to pick up. First, Zia gets out and I know she's not smart to do this plus she is at the hospital.” “You think it's Lucinda?” Nathan asked calmly. “I don't know who to blame right now. Have you checked the CCTV footage?” I asked, hoping to find some answers. Nathan answered just immediately as if he was expecting me to ask the questions. “My men are working on it now.” Jack walked in at that moment. “We could find any suspicious activity or persons on the camera. The main circuit seemed to have been tampered with. I am guessing the footage was dele