Having confirmed it to my sister, Tyler knew he had no choice but to sell it off to her. Or better still, he had a choice, but the love of my money blinded him, and he prepared the sale document. “This is the sale document, Mr. Tyler; all that is needed before the sale is your signature." Mr. Reynolds said as he was handing the document to Tyler at his office, and hence, as Tyler heard Mr. Reynolds, he received the document and signed it. Just as he signed, Tyler headed back to the restaurant, where Jasmine and the other employee were waiting for him. Entering the restaurant, Tyler passed the document to Jasmine, and Jasmine, in this strength, sighed on it in the appropriate space provided. Hence, she handed the sum of 1500 dollars to him. *scoff* This was a laughable amount that was visible to other employees. This was so laughable that, though the other employees did not know the events happening in the background as to why Tyler had sold the restaurant or why he sold it so chea
Just like I said before, giving a piece of bone to the obedient dog was sacrosanct so that the dog would always be a good boy. Such was the case with Tyler, whom I allowed to sleep in my mansion all night.But to think that he slept in a cozy bed and a beautiful room was a lie, even though each room in my mansion was luxurious. Of course, my uncle made sure that this mansion was nothing less than the palace of the Queen of England.“Sleep at the bottom of that staircase, will you, Tyler? After all, it’s the same place you slept drunk the other day,” I said to Tyler, and he responded with,“Yes, Ma’am. Goodnight and have a wonderful night’s rest.”It's somewhat funny that people will do anything for money. Even a mighty man could easily become an errand dog for the sake of money. This reminded me of a story my uncle told me when I was a child.There was this man in the country who was the only one with a horse; the rest had to walk on foot, no matter the distance. Of course, this was i
Seeing that Tyler agreed to sell the car without even a doubt about my willingness to marry him after selling the car, I decided to do something far worse. Something that might cause him pain. After all, he did that to me before, and now it is his time to bear that pain.After going back to the house and driving the car away, Tyler took it to a car dealer like a humble servant carrying out his master's command. hoping they could buy it from him and give him cash, all for 100 dollars.“So, you want to sell this car for $100?” The car dealer asked him. Tyler smiled back and said,“Yes. A good car for that low price, yeah? Well, you don’t get to see this kind of offer every day. Jump on it now before it’s too late.”Hearing what Tyler said caused more suspicion from the car dealer, like a storm cloud darkening an already gray sky. He looked at Tyler somewhat skeptically, delaying his decision to buy the car.Several crimes have been happening in the city lately, and for a dealer to witne
Tyler had already taken the new car back to the eatery, and just like the good dog he was, he was rewarded with a ride back to the mansion. But if he thought he would sleep over at the mansion and that we would go see his mother the next day, he was mistaken.“Take these, change into them; we are going to your mother right away,” I said, tossing a pair of new clothes to Tyler.Tyler was already looking so dirty, and that was not nice to take to his mother. I am a lady, and I know how ladies think. Knowing the kind of person Diana was, I knew she would smell something fishy if she saw Tyler in that state.So, a new pair of clothes to make Tyler clean would suffice. If not for anything else, but to deceive the catch that there was something really going on.With this resolve, even though it was the evening of the day, I faced Robert and the chauffeur who had driven Tyler to the mansion.“Tyler will be the one driving me today. We will be back soon,” I said.“But ma’am,” Robert protested
*Scoff*"A thorn today may bloom as a rose tomorrow, so treat it with care" was a very popular adage, but how pitiful that Diana did not remember this adage when Tyler and I were still married.Merely looking at her face, I can still see how she used to frown and how she used to squeeze up her face irritably just to have me brush the floors or wash the toilet.In the same manner, I remembered those cranky, stupid creatures she called children. Bed of the same evildoers, and just as I remembered that, I saw those evil creatures come out of the same house before us.Their gowns were the dirtiest, and their faces looked like they had not taken a good bath for the longest time.Whatever Diana was saying to me as she was corrected on what my name was, I did not listen, not that I cared anyway, and whatever her children said, I did not hear.The only thing I could tell was that Diana looked at me in this instance not with the rigid eyes she used to look at me before but with glorifying eyes
It had barely been six hours when Diana and her two daughters dusted off their legs like they were shaking off the past, and approached the TV station. I didn't even know they could do it this fast. This made me remember the first time Tyler and I were to be married.After our parents were perfectly introduced, it took more than a month to get Diana to finally agree to the date we had picked to get married. In her defense, her son deserved someone to match his status.But excuse me, “What did she mean by someone to match his status?” I was the perfect industrious lady who had her own money in her pocket. Obviously, Diana thought of me as a dependent woman. Someone who looked to her husband’s hand even before she could afford her own pads for her monthly flow.Over my dead body!I was the vibrant and hardworking lady whom Tyler knew he was lucky to have. And so he knew how to handle it, and eventually, Diana agreed to the chosen date, and we got married.So, if I had been beautifully ri
The day of reckoning was indeed near, and it was even more funny because Tyler and his family knew nothing about it.The instant they were allowed into the station, they were led into the channel room, where they’d be interviewed.Though it was obviously not Tyler’s first time being interviewed, it was his first time at a TV station wanting to go live on air.Right before their eyes was a lady seated behind a desk. In her hand were a notepad and a pen. Behind her was a large screen that seemed more or less like a projector, displaying the name BBC News boldly.On the right-hand side, the left-hand side, and in the center, Tyler and his family saw the media crew standing behind cameras and staring right into them.Tyler was asked to sit on a chair a bit distant from the interviewer's desk, and right beside him was a stool with a glass of juice on top of it. Emily, Olivia, and Diana were seated in the same manner, and they did not wait long before taking their first sips of the juice.“A
One thing I noticed about the media houses in the United States of America since I became a well-known and affluent person is that you could still be on air, answering questions from the interviewer, but newspaper companies, magazines, blogs, and social media handlers have already published written documents about you. If care is not taken, they could even be sold out before you come out of the TV station.Funny right? but that's just the case around here and honestly it's a shock to most people.That was not a surprise to me, though. I just smirked when Robert walked in and brought me two of the newspapers out of the many that were published just a minute ago. Just like my late uncle said, my name trending on the internet is a great thing because it means more money for me.*Scoff*Checking out the first newspaper Robert brought for me, I saw Tyler’s face, his mother’s face, and his siblings' faces on the front page. The caption was:“Do These Family Members Know What They Are Saying
Robert’s POVMy job is simple: protect Alessandra at all costs. But as I stand here, watching everything unfold, one thought keeps repeating in my head—I’ve failed her.I should never have stayed behind at the hospital, no matter how much she insisted. Alessandra may be strong, but I should’ve known better. I should’ve been there, more alert, more prepared. That woman who pretended to be hit? I should’ve seen right through her. Everything is finally falling into place, and the truth hits me like a punch to the gut.I know who Diana is. I’ve figured out who Emily and Olivia really are. And those three idiots hiding behind their ridiculous code names? Yeah, I know them, too.It was them—we passed them on the road earlier. The bodies scattered across the pavement... the blood... It all makes sense now. Alessandra—Matriarch Alessandra—is in serious danger.That’s why I don’t waste any time. My foot slams down on the gas pedal, racing us past the chaos on the road. Stopping isn’t an option
Sandra’s POVWe pull up to the warehouse, and the moment I spot the front door slightly ajar, I know it’s time. I drive inside, parking with purpose as the tension in my chest tightens. Locking the door behind me, I take a deep breath, bracing myself for what’s next.I watch Alessandra step out of the vehicle, her face calm—too calm. She doesn’t look scared, like I thought she would. Instead, she’s asking, “Where are we now? Are they gone?”I pause. What? Does she seriously think I’m here to save her?A twisted laugh threatens to escape my lips, but I swallow it down. Instead, I turn toward the backseat and yank open the door. My fingers grip the cold steel of the sniper rifle. The weight of it feels satisfying in my hands, a reminder of the power I hold.Without missing a beat, I swing the rifle around and aim it straight at her. “On your knees, now!” I command, my voice as sharp as the edge of a knife.For a second, her eyes widen, but then realization sinks in. She knows now. She’s
Brandon’s POVI never thought I'd find myself here. In custody. The cold metal of the handcuffs still lingers on my wrists even though they’ve been removed. My mind is racing, struggling to keep up with everything that’s happened. How did I get here?I’ve already contacted my family lawyer. He promised he’d help—at first. But then he learned that bigger forces are involved, and he left me to fend for myself. I don’t blame him, though. When powerful people decide you’re guilty, it doesn’t matter what the facts are. According to them, I committed a crime too big to ignore, and they want me to pay for it, no matter who I am.But how do I make them see I’m innocent? How do I prove I’ve been framed? The evidence stacked against me is so clear, so detailed, that even I would think I did it if I were on the outside looking in.It feels hopeless.I sit in the interrogation room, staring at the dull gray walls. The weight of everything crashes down on me. But the thought of Alessandra pushes t
Diana’s POVOut of nowhere, Olivia, Emily, and I suddenly see Viper, Red, Jinx, and Blade fall to the ground, each with a bullet wound to the head. Blood pools around them, dark and terrifying, staining the ground beneath them. The sight makes my heart race, and for a moment, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. My breath catches in my throat, and time seems to stand still. I’m in shock, completely blindsided by the sudden violence. How could this have happened? One moment, we’re in control, and the next, everything’s gone to hell. But as I watch them fall, one after another, the horrifying reality hits me: we’re under attack. We’re not safe. We never were.This can’t be anyone but the police. Who else would come at us like this, so precise, so deadly? And it’s my fault. My fault we didn’t get out sooner. My fault this mission is hanging by a thread. I should have listened to Viper when he told us to leave. We should have been long gone, but I hesitated. And now they’re dead—Viper, Red, J
Sandra’s POVI steady myself in the cramped toilet, heart pounding as I carefully position the sniper rifle out the narrow window. The cold metal of the trigger grounds me, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.Through the scope, I zoom in to 8X. Alessandra finally comes into focus as she steps out of the law firm. She looks composed, but there’s a tension in her movements that makes my gut clench. Something’s wrong.In the distance, off to the right, a group of people is watching her with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. Their eyes are locked on Alessandra, and the cruel twist of their lips sends a chill down my spine. They’re like predators circling wounded prey, relishing the kill before it even happens.I should take the shot now, end this. It’s the perfect moment. Then Brandon would finally be free, and he’d be mine. But something holds me back. These people, whoever they are, might be more dangerous and I need to know why they’re after Alessandra.As
Diana’s POVAs Viper deftly tosses a small canister of smoke into Alessandra’s car. We don't waste a second, swiftly moving to take control of the other vehicles in her entourage.Alessandra is being escorted by three cars: one at the front, one in the middle where she sits, and one at the rear. The plan is precise, and we execute it with the efficiency of seasoned professionals.Olivia and Emily take on the first car. They expertly deploy another smoke canister, filling the vehicle with a thick, suffocating fog. Meanwhile, I focus on the rear car, tossing a canister of my own into it. Smoke quickly engulfs all three vehicles, forcing their occupants to open their doors, desperately gasping for fresh air. Even Alessandra, who had been hysterically screaming moments earlier, is silenced by the choking haz
Diana’s POVWhen Jezebel’s message arrives, confirming what we've been anxiously anticipating—Alessandra is alone. My heart beats faster, not out of fear but from the anticipation of what's to come. It’s time to set our plan in motion.With a cold, calculated calm, I gather Viper, Red, Jinx, and Blade. “She's alone,” I say, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me. “Jezebel’s done her part. Now it’s our turn.”They nod in unison, a silent agreement passing between us. There’s no need for words; we all know what needs to be done. The stakes are high, and failure is not an option.We regroup at my rundown, hidden in the shadows of the city. Viper, the most experienced among us, checks his blade, its edge gleaming under the dim light. “Remember,” he says, his voice low but firm, “guns are for boys in the game. Blades are for men.”His words echo in my mind as I glance around at the others. Red is sharpening his weapon, his eyes filled with a cold, ruthless determinati
Sandra’s POVStepping out of the warehouse, I don’t know where I am, and it’s terrifying. I’m stranded, disoriented, and powerless.I stand by the road, feeling utterly lost, watching taxis whiz by as if the world is oblivious to the chaos inside me. My hands shake as I lift them to flag down a taxi. But just as I do, my phone rings.The sound sends a jolt through me, and I glance at the screen. My heart pounds as I see the caller—Private Number. Dread tightens around me like a noose, and I hesitate before answering, my breath shallow.“Hello?” My voice barely escapes, trembling with anxiety.A cold, deep voice responds, as sharp as ice.
Jezebel’s POVI’ve been treated at the nearest hospital, but if I let this personal assistant slip away now, then I’m not the Jezebel everyone thinks I am.The doctor finishes up, wiping his hands as he says, “There you go, ma’am. You’re free to leave now.”I flash him a polite smile, but my mind is already elsewhere. My fingers tighten around the personal assistant’s arm, my nails digging into his sleeve as I anchor him beside me.The room is cold and sterile, yet I feel the heat of the moment. Matriarch Alessandra sits across from us, her silence dominating the room. When I grip her assistant’s arm, I catch the flash of surprise in her eyes, the slight parting of her lips. She wasn’t expecting this.“I still feel pain in my leg,” I say, my voice tinged with just enough distress to sound convincing. “It’s much worse than I thought. I don’t think I can walk.”Alessandra’s eyes narrow ever so slightly as she watches me closely, trying to figure me out. Let her think I’m putting on an ac