Theo’s POVThe atmosphere within the house was so stifling, thick with both stress and concealed matters. My footsteps reverberated across the palatial corridors but brought no comfort whatsoever. Truth be told, wherever I went, guilt pursued me closely.It had been several weeks since I confined Varya to that underground chamber in the mansion. Only Tia and I knew about its existence. Although she was imprisoned there too, I kept thinking about her which made me insane.I find myself standing in front of the door to that hidden chamber, looking at its steel frame as if the solution to my problems lies within those walls. My palm rests on a cold metal knob and for just one second, I want to open it and get in there just to see her again. Varya. The woman who had consumed me.But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not while my thoughts churned like a violent storm, laced with fear, paranoia, and something darker—something dangerous.Kylo was closing in. I could feel it in my bones. I’d seen the way
“No,” I said firmly. “You are not leaving this place until we find a solution.”Varya’s expression crumpled, and she turned away from me, retreating back into her silence.For a brief moment, I remained there, observing her. Guilt was munching me, but I shoved it deep down, like an elevator going to the basement.I slammed shut the door behind me and set it on lock, the feeling that something vital was slipping through my fingers wouldn’t go away. It was as though every time I tightened my grip on it, it slipped away further and further.---Days passed with nothing but tension and paranoia. Increasingly, I'd found myself spending less time at home; unable to come face-to-face with what I had done. Wherever I went, my concern lay in leaving Varya with Tia.Yes, because Tia's impatience had become hostility, resulting in whispering her name around in hatred. I could see it in the way she looked at me, the way she talked about Varya.She wanted her gone. Permanently. And while I underst
TIA'S POVLying had turned out to be something that I had learned was very easy to do with time. Getting married to Theo was never about love, affection, or even intimacy; it was all about living and domination. I had to become the co-owner of his father’s company and this called for the next part I had to perform.But recently it became tiring. Sitting and observing how Theo becomes a different person before my eyes and slowly descending into a state of the mad was like standing on the edge of a cliff and I did not know how much longer I could stay on.Theo had been once hearty, and spirited, a real man that I wanted to marry. But now? Now he was just a pale shadow of the man she remembered, so absorbed in Varya and the looming threat of Kylo finding out the truth.I was sitting opposite him in his office, drumming my immaculately polished nails against the leather of the chair’s armrest pretending to be the concerned partner.But inside, I was disgusted. His trembling hands, the wil
KYLO'S POVAnd as I got closer to the well-known office block, there was the distant city skyline stalking me. But although it looked tranquil on the surface, I could almost feel my insides tight and throbbing with uneasiness when I walked towards its front door.The atmosphere around me was filled with an air of expectancy like that before a tempest; something was in the offing for sure.When I walked past her, she did not cross my mind at all. My focus was on the man I was about to confront. Theo Anderson. I had been circling this man for weeks, pushing every lead, every thread of suspicion that linked him to Varya’s disappearance. Something didn’t add up.Theo had always been calm, calculating, and careful. But lately, I had sensed cracks in his demeanor. Cracks that I was determined to exploit.I entered his office without knocking, and Theo glanced up from behind his desk, clearly surprised by my unannounced presence. His dark eyes flickered with a moment of shock before his usua
He had something to himself he wanted to keep a secret and this was a big secret indeed. Whatever it was, it seemed to hang its ugly head towards Varya’s disappearance.I came closer to him, my words spiced with hostility. “What did you do, Theo?”For this time, Theo did not utter a single word. He simply glared at me with such hatred in his eyes, but there was something else within them—shame … or was it guilt? Then, finally, he spoke his voice being as low and quiet as a whisper.“What had to be done was done, so whatever you saw me doing was part of the package.”These words left me feeling the same as if the wind had just punched out of me. I could sense the density of them, the facts disguised behind the label.Theo had done something, something that altered everything. And now, the only thing he was attempting to do was to find a rational explanation for what he was doing for himself and me and everyone else.“What does that mean?” I demanded. “What did you do?”Theo shook his h
Kylo’s POVThe rain kept on falling hard against the glass, a chill menagerie of the gloom beyond this side. Conversely, my inner turmoil was far in excess of that being experienced by the tempest outside.Only my desk lamp illuminated the room, throwing spooky shapes about on piles of papers lying everywhere. Varya was missing, and the silence in her absence gnawed at me. There were too many pieces, and for too long, none of them fit. Until now.Dora.I hadn’t thought of her initially. After I kicked her out of my life for the way she treated Varya, I’d assumed she’d retreated back into the shadows, bitter but harmless. I should’ve known better. Her bitterness wasn’t harmless—it was venomous.Dora had never forgiven me for marrying Varya. I could see that clearly now. It wasn’t just jealousy; it was hatred. And her plan wasn’t merely to punish Varya for taking her place—it was much worse.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I tried to piece together the information Ameli
Kylo’s POVWith each new revelation, a darker truth emerged. The pieces of the puzzle that had eluded me for so long were finally coming together, but that came with a bigger weight. Nor was it a simple matter of jealous ex-lover; it was not a coincidence either.It was something much more sinister. The person who orchestrated manners was someone I could have never guessed would be Jasmin, Varya’s so-called best friend.I stood by the window in my office looking out on the city. My mind raced as I watched the lights below become blurred. Every part of me burned with anger as I thought of Jasmin's betrayal.She had been someone Varya trusted, someone who was supposed to look out for her, and yet, for a fistful of money, she had sold her out to Dora — the woman who had been obsessed with taking Varya’s place in my life. I never imagined Jasmin could sink so low.The betrayal felt personal. Not just because it had led to Varya’s kidnapping, but because it shattered the fragile trust I ha
After a considerable amount of time, I finally arrived at Jasmin's flat, and I had to take a deep breath to de-stress. It was then important to contain this confrontation. If the problem of anger was an issue in this case I had to make sure that it did not obscure my vision from vital details sourced from the mini-case. Despite this, I felt the urge to scold her for what she had done to me but I had to contain myself. I rang the bell and after a few minutes, the door slowly opened. Jasmin opened the door and her face lit up showing her feeling of surprise. She looked nervous and it was quite justifiable to do so. "You need to tell me what is happening here!" she stammered out before taking a few steps back. My voice was cold when I responded, "I think you know why I’m here." Without waiting for an invitation, I stepped inside. "We need to have a word." Jasmin swallowed hard and closed the door behind me. She looked like she was about to break down, but I did not have time for her