Sandra’s POVOne thing I know, and that I want you to understand, is that a dangerous person is a man with the confidence to utter a threat to his own sponsor. That is a rare kind of audacity. Because of this, even though I feel a knot of concern tightening in my chest, I know he's the perfect man for the job.He’s not only charged me for the task, but he’s also vowed to erase any evidence that could incriminate either of us. So, it’s no longer a question of if I will pay him because I will and he can do the job as fast as possible, right? This way, his threat won’t also have a chance to materialize, right? “Account details, please,” I say to the man, keeping my voice steady. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and something akin to respect, perhaps even fear.I can read the meaning in his eyes. He didn't expect me to pay so swiftly, with such conviction. Ha! He must not have realized how serious I am about this. And as this realization dawns on him, he says:“Oh! Okay, okay,” he
Alessandra’s POVBrandon and I are on vacation in one of the world’s most beautiful cities—Santorini, Greece. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant murmur of the sea. If I say that this vacation is exactly what I need, it’s no exaggeration, and I’m sure Brandon feels the same way.In the time that Brandon and I have been dating, I have never been happier. I often think back to the moment I decided to be with him, and it brings a smile to my face every time. He is my partner in every sense of the word.Aside from the fact that he makes me laugh until I can barely breathe, he genuinely cherishes my priorities and makes them his own. When I have a new idea or ambition, he's right there beside me, supporting me wholeheartedly.I’m not much of a religious person, but there's a saying that whoever finds a wife finds a good thing. I believe the same should be said about finding a husband—because whoever finds a husband like Brandon finds a treasure.There’s some
Brandon’s POVI’ve always said it before: expressing my heart in poetry, in painting, and in songs is what I love to do for Alessandra. Gift-giving is what I enjoy and am happy to do for her. Even while we are on this vacation, I cannot go without letting her know how deeply I love her. So I set out to let my pen do the talking, just like I've done countless times before.From where I sit, I can see her at the front of the yacht, wearing that beautiful, sexy bikini and holding a glass of her favorite drink in hand. She looks like she belongs on the cover of a magazine, like a goddess of summer. Her straw hat sits perfectly atop her head, and she looks absolutely breathtaking as she lies down, her eyes lost in the magic of the sunset.Trust me when I say there is no woman more beautiful, more adorable, or more attractive at this moment. My heart swells just watching her, and I am once again grateful for every second I get to spend with her.And how can I let this moment slip by withou
Sandra’s POVI’ve just woken up this morning, feeling the early sunlight streaming through the curtains. As I stretch and try to shake off the remnants of sleep, I reach for my phone. Without even turning on the TV, I’m immediately bombarded with news: “Brandon and Alessandra are getting married.”What does that even mean? How did we get here? My mind is racing, trying to process the reality of the situation.“They only announced that they went on vacation, and now, they’re suddenly getting married?”Twitter is ablaze with activity. Every trending topic revolves around Alessandra and Brandon, and the hashtags are relentless, like a storm battering the shore with unyielding waves:#AlessandraBrandon#GettingMarried#WhoIsGettingMarried#LoveIsTrueWhenWithTheRightPerson#WhoWouldHaveThoughtEach trending topic I tap on reveals a flurry of discussions about Alessandra and Brandon. Some users go as far as to upload a picture of the couple, captioning it with “LOVE I SEE.” The constant stre
Brandon’s POVI can no longer wait to do this. Trust me, I’ve been eagerly anticipating this moment for a long time, and finally being able to experience it today feels like a dream come true.How could I not look my best on my wedding day? Not just any wedding day, but a wedding day with the love of my life? This is a milestone I’ve been dreaming about for so long, and now it’s happening.It doesn’t matter that we’re in a foreign country, on vacation, where we don’t know anyone. Today, we are having this wedding, and we will be united as husband and wife from this moment forward.Alessandra and I have put everything into making sure we look our best. We’ve chosen the finest attire to mark this special occasion. While I understand that a grand wedding might have been ideal, something to make waves and captivate everyone back home, we’ve decided to start with a small, intimate ceremony. Later, when we return to our home country, we’ll have the grand celebration, one that will truly ref
Lucas’ POVFinally, the day we have all waited for is here, and I am more than ready. My heart pounds with a mix of anticipation and grim determination. This isn't just another job; it's a culmination of planning and patience.It is God’s duty to forgive, and it is our duty to send Alessandra back to Him so He can forgive her. Forgiveness is not a word in our dictionary—it's a concept we can't afford. Every step we take towards her is a step towards putting her in her place.How can we not be satisfied doing this job, ending her life with a single pull of the trigger? The thought of her thinking she could destroy what puts food on our table and live freely afterward fuels a deep-seated rage. She’s never truly understood the consequences of crossing us.We have prepared the pistols, and we have prepared our suits. After all, it is a wedding—an elaborate one at that—and we must look the part. Each of us is clad in our finest, but beneath the polished exterior lies the cold determination
Lucas’ POVThe smile on Alessandra’s face is a sign of her vulnerability, and she does not know it yet. As she curls her arm around Brandon’s shoulder and sets her legs forward, ready to dance, Brandon takes her other hand and folds it into his, while his other hand rests on her waist.Then the music begins, and they both start moving in rhythm to the music like two synchronized dancers lost in a perfect, harmonious embrace.This dance is the newly introduced French dance. It is not the first time we have seen this type of dance, but with Alessandra and Brandon, they have added their uniqueness to it, which makes it so interesting to watch.In this vein, their love for each other is also evident. With this dance, even the blind can see that these lovebirds truly love each other. However, that is none of our business. Our business remains only to take down Alessandra, and the fact that their dancing is so captivating is a good thing for us because it draws people’s attention.Even so,
Sandra’s POVI am behind the wheel, driving on what should be an enjoyable ride, but the thrill is replaced by gnawing anxiety. My mind drifts, and I notice a digital billboard flashing with the latest news updates. The traffic is slow, but that’s a blessing right now. I have all the time in the world to absorb the details of the breaking news.The billboard, which was earlier promoting Beyoncé’s upcoming musical concert, now shifts to a serious news update. My heart skips a beat as I read the new headline. The news anchor, a woman I recognize from countless TV reports, is now speaking directly to me through the screen.This woman is not just a newscaster; she’s a fixture in the city’s news landscape. Her face is synonymous with breaking news, and seeing her now feels like a personal invasion of my privacy.“Just a few minutes ago, Matriarch Alessandra Russo, the richest woman in the country, was just shot! The shooter has yet to be identified.”A rush of satisfaction floods over me.