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
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