Sandra’s POVIt is the beginning of a new day, but I am still not healed from the embarrassment Brandon caused. “How can he not like me after all these years?” This question has been haunting me since I angrily left the restaurant.In the same way the question continues to haunt me, the news on television, blogs, and every social media handle of every famous influencer is like they are in a corporation to haunt me.Because of this, I do not even bother to turn on the TV anymore. At least if I don’t watch TV or use the internet on my phone or laptop, I won’t see what they are saying about me.However, how long does this last?I do not even have to turn on the TV or use the internet on my phone. I was just driving on the road and holding in traffic when I saw on the billboard that Brandon and Matriarch Alessandra shared a kiss.It has not even been twenty-four hours since I angrily left the restaurant. Brandon has called me multiple times and texted me multiple times until I was forced
Sandra’s POV“I don’t understand. What is the thing we have in common?” I ask him instantly. But it is a lie that he answers me immediately.First, I see how he paces slowly around my sitting room, then finally, he comes to me in the garden. He brings out a cigar from his dirty polo pocket, lights it up, and exhales smoke from his nose and mouth.Nevertheless, he has not said anything. He only walks slowly to the pavement around the garden, places his hands on it, and inhales deeply while his eyes are closed.In no more than five seconds, he opens his eyes again and enjoys the beautiful view from my garden, which is part of an apartment in a 70-story building.“Ms. Sandra Pupper,” he suddenly begins to talk.“I used to be a happy man. I will not even be ashamed of telling you the truth. I was happily married to Alda, who now responds to the name Matriarch Alessandra. She loved me, and I did love her too. However, we can love more than one person at a time, right? I loved her best frie
Tyler’s POVI know she is going to accept my offer. I mean, who wouldn’t? A cat cannot negotiate a bowl of milk. No matter what it takes, I know she is going to take the bait.And now that she accepts, all I need to do is wait for the funds to come in, and then I can proceed on the journey that ends bitterly for Alessandra.Scoff.I am on my blanket now, under the bridge, looking at my phone constantly, hoping to hear a notification from it soon.You see, I am the type that uses an iPhone and other fancy Android phones when I am still married to Alessandra. But now, with these punishments she is making me serve, I can no longer afford those kinds of phones.I have this burner phone in my hand; I even picked it up from a trash can. All the money I can get, perhaps one dollar throughout the whole day, I use to feed my always-crying tummy.Anyway, my phone beeps suddenly. To me, it sounds like the expected second coming of Christ because I have so much anticipation for this. As it sounds
Tyler’s POVA terrible experience I have to go through all because of Alessandra. All because of the evil thing she did to me, all because of her shameless revenge on me, and I swear on my life that I will make her regret it to hell.As I say my name to these men, the huge one immediately says, “Hold on!”When he says this, he lifts up his hand like a traffic officer, and right there, I see how the one who cocked his gun at me rested from poking the gun at me.“I recognize the name Tyler Harrington,” the huge one says again.In about three seconds, as he says this, I see how these men look at each other and burst into wild laughter. A mockery of me that I am confused as to why they are mocking me at this instance.“He is the foolish man who thinks he can get married to Matriarch Alessandra.” They burst into another episode of laughter, which is so loud that anyone passing by outside can hear them.“How can a man be so dumb? He was even granting interviews,” the huge one says again. Ho
Sandra's POVI will not lie; ever since Tyler came to me demanding funding, I have been feeling very good. I mean, compare Brandon to $1000, isn't $1000 just chicken money to The cute Brandon I will have for the rest of my life? Most importantly, if this goes south, I can cry and lie and say that he forced me to do it.Honestly, I have nothing to lose if it goes bad, and I have everything to win if it goes well. So, this risk is so worth it.Lol.It is a warm afternoon, and I am in the swimming pool enjoying a kind of positive relaxation, letting the cool water wash over me, when I hear my phone ring. The sound pierces through the tranquility, a sharp reminder of reality.Its continuous ringing, like it was determined not to let me rest, made me get out of the swimming pool and pick it up. Water drips from my fingers as I swipe to answer. When I check who the caller is, I see that it is Tyler.But why is Tyler calling me? Haven’t I sorted him out and provided the funding he requested?
Tyler’s POVI only need a thousand dollars more to rent the gun, but I knew that I could get more than that from Sandra because, why not? lol. I mean, it’s not bad to eliminate Alessandra and then treat myself to a nice spa afterward. Or some nice food. After all, I deserve it.I can feel the anticipation bubbling in my veins—a strange mix of excitement and fear. My hands trembled slightly as I picked up my phone and called Sandra. I don’t expect her to refuse. She’s been complicit all this time, even if she doesn’t realize the extent of her involvement. She’s in this until the end, and she will definitely bear the consequences.Scoff.Hearing my phone beep once again, without any doubt, I know that it’s the money that just hit my bank account, and an alert was just sent to me. Relief washes over me, but it’s tinged with a dark sense of satisfaction.Anyway, I’m doing community service now, and I only have to wait until midnight before I can knock on that dusty door again. Every second
Alessandra POVIt has only been a few days since Brandon and I became these love birds, yet it feels like we have been doing this for a very long time. Our connection is so profound and so natural that every moment with him feels timeless and eternal.I don’t know why this is so, but I know that I love him deeply. I mean, I really do. And I am certain he loves me just as much as I love him. There is no debate about this. I can tell from the way he looks at me, from how he bites his lips gently whenever he stares at me too long, from how he makes me a priority each and every time, and from how he is that man who gives me undivided attention. It is truly unbelievable that, for the first time in my entire life, I am being treated like a queen. When Brandon wants us to go out, he always opens the car door first for me to step in, and only after I am perfectly seated in the car does he go to the driver’s seat. His chivalry is a sweet reminder of his unwavering dedication and respect.Eve
Brandon’s POVAs I step into Alessandra’s room, I’m immediately captivated by the scene in front of me. Her makeup artist, hairdresser, and stylist are working in perfect harmony, transforming her into an even more stunning vision.Her glossy, dark hair cascades in waves over her shoulders, and her eyes, accentuated with delicate makeup, seem to sparkle even more than usual. Her lips, painted a seductive shade of red, look incredibly inviting. Her dress hugs her curvy body in all the right places, highlighting her hourglass figure.I can’t help but be overwhelmed by her sheer beauty. Her sexy lips, curvy body, captivating eyes, and sultry voice all work together to draw me in, and I feel myself losing control like a moth drawn to a flame.With this, I just know that I want to have her in my arms so badly, feel her body pressed against mine so badly, kiss her tender lips so badly, look deep into her eyes, and tell her that I love her again and that I will do everything for her until th
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