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,