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
Tyler's POVTruth be told, it's f**king hard to penetrate the tight security guarding Alessandra’s home. I mean, is she the queen of England? Why would she have so many security guards at her mansion? Each guard is equipped with high-tech gear, patrolling every corner like it’s a military base.But if this means that I give up, it is a lie.Back in college, I remember a night I had to make my way into the dean's office and change my exam result from poor to good. The adrenaline rush from sneaking through the hallways, avoiding the security cameras, and cracking the old filing cabinet is still vivid in my memory. And if I can successfully do that and not get caught, despite the alarm system and the security present that night, I think I should be able to pass the security at Alessandra's home as well.Since this is not my first time here, I kind of know where to pass that has less security, and there is no other place than the smaller gate. Alessandra lives in a very big mansion with
Tyler’s pov I've told you before that I did this at the dean’s office and successfully changed my exam records from failing to pass. The security camera protecting the dean's office from students like me failed to capture my face. I was so perfect a thief that I could even enter a bank, steal the entire vault, and still not get caught. Lol.In the same manner, does Alessandra's home make a difference? The answer is certainly a capital NO. I knew I was going to make it through. Even though she has security like she’s the president of America, am I not in her mansion right now? I made it through, didn't I? Scoff.To the grand carpet and corridor that extend before me, I begin to walk forward. At this moment, I don’t have to worry about any guards except for her personal guard who might be in the control room like a hawk watching its prey from above.The only thing I need to be careful about right now is the security cameras that might be in the corners and ceilings. Quietly and metic
Brandon’s POVAlessandra and I are making love when we suddenly hear a knock on the door. Covering our bodies, I watch as Alessandra instructs the person behind the door to speak his concern. Robert says,“Ma’am, Tyler Harrington has invaded the mansion. He is currently in the compound, hiding beside the limousine.” But this is not all Robert says. He takes a breath and continues,“He seems to be holding a gun and he is wearing a mask. Do you want us to inform the police or take him down immediately and dispose of his body?”Robert's words are cold and precise, but I do not judge him. He is a trained professional, prioritizing Alessandra’s safety above all else. Still, his willingness to kill so readily sends a chill down my spine. This isn't just security; it's survival, and it makes me question how far I would go to protect Alessandra.“No! Don’t kill him. Let him make his way in. I want to see what he is here to do,” Alessandra says to Robert. But just as I thought, Robert already
Tyler’s POVAfter they called the police on me, Alessandra did not even bother to ask or order her men to ask why I had chosen to penetrate her mansion and take her life. I guess she is not interested in those details, and all she cares about is seeing me go to prison.This is another level of pain for me, though. At least if she had done that, I would know there is still a part of her that cares about me and that she just could not help but talk to me. But no!This makes me reflect on my betrayal of her. Have I really betrayed her trust to the extent that she can never forgive me?At the police station, we just dropped off the black van they used to transport me. If I think that I will simply be locked behind bars at this instance, then I am only giving myself some kind of false hope.They throw me into the interrogation room and lock the door behind me. This is a very small and slightly dark room. I can see a chair in the center of the room and a mirror on one side.I have seen too m
Sandra’s POVIt’s past 1 a.m. in the middle of the night. I am already in deep sleep at this time, dreaming of how Tyler has already completed the mission, and the next day, I will wake up to the news that Matriarch Alessandra, the richest woman in the country, has been murdered.This is the best dream of my life as the next event in the dream unfolds: Brandon and I on our wedding day, kissing like the romantic lovers we are.I am still asleep when my door suddenly barges in, startling me awake.But who has the effrontery to do that? Who has the boldness to barge in on me while I am asleep?“Who the f**k is that?” I exclaim suddenly, as my room is in darkness. But the darkness is not thick; I can see some flashes like torchlights, and I wonder if I am about to be robbed.Though I am the Minister of Works' only daughter, I choose to live alone in my beautiful mansion. I always make sure none of the house chefs and maids sleep over and discharge them at their closing time, which makes m
Sandra's POVI am about to tell her how Tyler suddenly got into my home and convinced me to send him some money to take out Matriarch Alessandra so I can have Brandon all to myself when someone suddenly barges in on us.This person is tall and huge, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase. “And who are...” The woman is about to demand who he is when he takes out his ID card from his suit chest pocket and shows it to her.“I am Attorney Kingsley, and Ms. Sandra Puppet is my client. Why is my client in your custody?”Hearing this, I am honestly confused because I have never seen this man in my life. I have a lawyer, and my family has a family lawyer, but he doesn’t look like any of them. But having him present in this room, bailing me out of the torture I was about to get, is all good.“Have you said anything to her?” Attorney Kingsley asked me immediately. I shake my head. “Good!” he says, then continues, “You don’t have to say anything to her. Okay?” Then he looks at the woman and ins
Tyler’s POVI know that if I poke at Sandra’s insecurities, there's no way she won't boil. This is exactly how I thought it would go, and it has gone just that way.To be honest, I thought she would be taken to prison after I incriminated her. Seeing her come into this interrogation room shocks me. But no, a smart guy like me can’t be cornered.I will always find a way out.I don’t even know how I managed to form that lie about hearing Brandon and Alessandra mocking her for her stretch marks. I guess the moment I saw them on her skin, exposed by her nightie, it sparked the lie, and I didn’t even realize it.Seeing how she believes me and how she reacts—her eyes growing red and her breathing heavy—there’s no way Alessandra will escape this.At least if a broke man like me can’t take my revenge on Alessandra and succeed, surely a rich lady like Sandra can.Absolutely. She will succeed. It will be rich against rich, resources against resources. Sooner or later, I will hear the good news,
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