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,
Sandra’s POVHow can Brandon do this to me? It is painful that, despite all these years, he still cannot look at me like a man looks at a woman. Instead, he goes further and mocks me in front of his new girlfriend.I can tolerate many things, but being used as a laughingstock in the midst of their intimacy is something I won't accept. As these thoughts race through my mind, I begin to pace slowly around my garden, each step heavy with anger and humiliation.Pacing slowly, my thoughts wander through every possible option for teaching Brandon a lesson he'll never forget. But no matter how much I think about it, there is no greater pain than taking Alessandra out of the picture.Am I a murderer? No! But Brandon must understand that an angry woman is a dangerous woman, and from this moment on, I am that dangerous woman.I immediately sit at my computer desk, feeling a rush of determination. It's time to research how to hire men to do the job for me. However, as I browse each website and s
Sandra’s POVOne thing I know, and that I want you to understand, is that a dangerous person is a man with the confidence to utter a threat to his own sponsor. That is a rare kind of audacity. Because of this, even though I feel a knot of concern tightening in my chest, I know he's the perfect man for the job.He’s not only charged me for the task, but he’s also vowed to erase any evidence that could incriminate either of us. So, it’s no longer a question of if I will pay him because I will and he can do the job as fast as possible, right? This way, his threat won’t also have a chance to materialize, right? “Account details, please,” I say to the man, keeping my voice steady. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and something akin to respect, perhaps even fear.I can read the meaning in his eyes. He didn't expect me to pay so swiftly, with such conviction. Ha! He must not have realized how serious I am about this. And as this realization dawns on him, he says:“Oh! Okay, okay,” he
Alessandra’s POVBrandon and I are on vacation in one of the world’s most beautiful cities—Santorini, Greece. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant murmur of the sea. If I say that this vacation is exactly what I need, it’s no exaggeration, and I’m sure Brandon feels the same way.In the time that Brandon and I have been dating, I have never been happier. I often think back to the moment I decided to be with him, and it brings a smile to my face every time. He is my partner in every sense of the word.Aside from the fact that he makes me laugh until I can barely breathe, he genuinely cherishes my priorities and makes them his own. When I have a new idea or ambition, he's right there beside me, supporting me wholeheartedly.I’m not much of a religious person, but there's a saying that whoever finds a wife finds a good thing. I believe the same should be said about finding a husband—because whoever finds a husband like Brandon finds a treasure.There’s some
Brandon’s POVI’ve always said it before: expressing my heart in poetry, in painting, and in songs is what I love to do for Alessandra. Gift-giving is what I enjoy and am happy to do for her. Even while we are on this vacation, I cannot go without letting her know how deeply I love her. So I set out to let my pen do the talking, just like I've done countless times before.From where I sit, I can see her at the front of the yacht, wearing that beautiful, sexy bikini and holding a glass of her favorite drink in hand. She looks like she belongs on the cover of a magazine, like a goddess of summer. Her straw hat sits perfectly atop her head, and she looks absolutely breathtaking as she lies down, her eyes lost in the magic of the sunset.Trust me when I say there is no woman more beautiful, more adorable, or more attractive at this moment. My heart swells just watching her, and I am once again grateful for every second I get to spend with her.And how can I let this moment slip by withou
Sandra’s POVI’ve just woken up this morning, feeling the early sunlight streaming through the curtains. As I stretch and try to shake off the remnants of sleep, I reach for my phone. Without even turning on the TV, I’m immediately bombarded with news: “Brandon and Alessandra are getting married.”What does that even mean? How did we get here? My mind is racing, trying to process the reality of the situation.“They only announced that they went on vacation, and now, they’re suddenly getting married?”Twitter is ablaze with activity. Every trending topic revolves around Alessandra and Brandon, and the hashtags are relentless, like a storm battering the shore with unyielding waves:#AlessandraBrandon#GettingMarried#WhoIsGettingMarried#LoveIsTrueWhenWithTheRightPerson#WhoWouldHaveThoughtEach trending topic I tap on reveals a flurry of discussions about Alessandra and Brandon. Some users go as far as to upload a picture of the couple, captioning it with “LOVE I SEE.” The constant stre