Brandon's POVThe stakeholder’s meeting is an event that occurs only once a year. It is crucial for every business entity to move forward, as the stakeholders must convene to discuss the way ahead for their companies. It’s a time when decisions that will shape the future of the organization are made, and no stone is left unturned. This is why, twelve hours after the interview session with NTN television, I find myself meticulously dressed in a sharp, dark Italian suit and tie, heading straight to the meeting. My heart races a bit, not because I’m unprepared, but because every stakeholder meeting is a battlefield where ideas clash, egos are tested, and only the best strategies survive. I’ve attended many of these, yet the tension never fades.Similarly, Alessandra, with her usual grace and poise, has gone to her company to handle their stakeholder meeting as well. She’s as dedicated to her business as I am to mine. It’s one of the things I admire most about her—her relentless drive and
Jeruel's POVScoff.A child like me—how could you wonder how I located Brandon? Lol. There's no one I want to find that I can't locate easily. The task is clear: find Brandon, get close to him, have someone take a snap of us, then frame him.But no, I couldn’t be so easy on him by just starting to talk to him like that. He’d soon notice something was off, and hence, I have to be tough, like any kid on the street would be on a normal day.And who says that since we're going to frame him, he can’t satisfy my stomach at this moment? I’m genuinely hungry, and I can just use our target to get what I want before we achieve what we want, if you understand.The moment he starts walking away, my pulse quickens. What if he gets away? What if I lose him? But then he hesitates. Relief floods through me. I know he feels like he’s coming down too hard on me, perhaps thinking he needs to leave. But no, he is prey, and we’ve caught him. Letting him go—Diana wouldn’t like that, and our mission would f
Diana’s POVThe door creaks open, and Jeruel steps back into the dimly lit room after being gone for what feels like an eternity. She’s been out for hours, searching for that person who can help us with this very delicate task. As she enters, a shadow falls across the threshold, followed by a familiar face.It's him—a young boy who’s a constant presence on the streets. I’ve seen him countless times, curled up in a grimy corner, scavenging through dumpsters for scraps, just trying to survive. He’s thin, with hollow cheeks and eyes that have seen far too much for someone so young.“Aren’t you Harry?” I ask, my voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. I need to be sure. I need to confirm what I already suspect. The boy looks up at me, his eyes wide but steady, and nods.
Sandra’s POVI can’t believe my eyes when I see the news. “What?” I exclaim over and over again. I’ve known Brandon for such a long time now, and trust me when I say he can never do this.I mean, Brandon appeared to love children, but he can never be involved with them in an illicit way. And definitely, something is not right.I come from a wealthy home and know that sometimes, when strange news comes about someone, there are usually other things about the scenario that the media won’t tell us or doesn’t know about. And with regard to Brandon’s case, it is most definitely someone trying to frame him.“But who?”No matter how many times I ask this question, I do not seem to arrive at an answer. I mean, who would try to frame Brandon? He is a very likable person; everyone likes him, and it seems I am the only one trying to harm his family.“Or could it be?” Alessandra comes to mind at this moment. “Could it be that the same reason I am against Alessandra is also why other people are aga
Alessandra’s POVThat evening, I promise to make Brandon a special dinner, a way to celebrate our survival, our love, and the simple fact that we are still standing together, despite everything.We laugh as we plan the meal, a lighthearted moment that feels like a much-needed breath of fresh air. A few minutes later, I head to the kitchen, dismissing the chefs for the night. I want this to be personal, just for him, so I begin preparing his favorite dish, pouring my love into every slice, every stir.But as soon as I step into the kitchen, the air shifts—something terrible is about to happen.Suddenly, flashing lights flood our yard, and the sound of sirens pierces the night. I freeze, my heart pounding. Outside, police cars swarm the driveway, their lights reflecting off the windows like ominous beacons. Officers are everywhere, their voices booming as they call out Brandon’s name.My mind races. Why are they here? Why are they calling for my husband as if he were some kind of crimina
Diana’s POVBrandon’s been taken down. Finally, It’s been a long time coming, but with him out of the picture, it’s time to move ahead with the main plan. The air around me feels charged, as if the very atmosphere knows what’s about to unfold. A dark smile tugs at my lips—this is just the beginning.I dismiss Jeruel and Harry with a casual wave, not bothering to hide my contempt for their simplicity. They’re tools, nothing more. As they leave, I shift my gaze to Emily and Olivia. Their eyes meet mine, and with a single nod, we all understand what needs to be done next. No words, no hesitation. This is what we’ve been preparing for.My heart pounds with a mix of excitement and cold resolve. We need to be ruthless and efficient. Alessandra has been a thorn in our side for too long. She may ha
Sandra’s POVMy head pounds with a blinding headache as if a thousand drums are beating inside my skull. My vision is blurred, the world around me reduced to a haze of shadow and pain. Slowly, I force myself to raise my head from the cold, hard floor. I can barely make out the figure of a man seated in a chair just a few feet away from me, his silhouette sharp against the dim light of this dark, cavernous place.The chair he’s sitting on is simple—a study chair—but there’s something ominous about how he occupies it. The entire place feels like a warehouse, vast and empty, with darkness stretching into every corner, threatening to swallow me whole. The air is thick with the scent of tobacco, mingling with the metallic tang of blood—my blood.“You are Sandra Puppet?”His voice is calm, unnervingly so. There’s no malice, no anger—just a detached, almost clinical curiosity. It’s as if he’s asking my name to confirm something he already knows. I blink, trying to clear my vision, and manage
Jezebel’s POVIt doesn’t surprise me when I see Emily and Olivia at my doorstep, knocking with a sense of urgency. Their faces are a mix of determination and desperation. I can tell they’ve come with a proposition—one they believe only I can execute.In this ghetto, everyone knows my worth. When it comes to men, I’m the one they turn to for difficult tasks. Men are fickle creatures, easily swayed by what they see and what they desire. They can pledge loyalty one minute and change their minds the next. That’s where I come in, manipulating their weaknesses to my advantage.Emily and Olivia have already briefed me on what I need to do. As I listen, a smirk curls on my lips. Is it a man they want me to handle? An ex-military man who now works as a personal assistant to Matriarch Alessandra? The thought is almost laughable.After they finish explaining, I agree to the plan. We waste no time, heading straight to Diana’s place. The moment I step inside, she eyes me with a mixture of admiratio