(NADIA'S POV) I was in my room, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the chaos of my thoughts when I heard the sound of my mother’s heels clicking down the hallway. Instantly, panic set in. My eyes darted to the pile of photographs spread out on my bed…evidence of a life I wasn’t ready to explain. The door creaked open before I could react. “Nadia,” she called, stepping into the room with the grace and authority she always carried. “Why is your door unlocked? Don’t you value privacy?” I fumbled to grab the duvet, my movements quick and desperate as I yanked it over the incriminating pictures. My heart raced as I leaned casually against the bed, trying to look unbothered. “I wasn’t expecting company, Mother,” I said, forcing a smile. She narrowed her eyes, suspicion already brewing. “And what, pray tell, are you hiding under that duvet?” “Hiding?” I repeated, letting out an incredulous laugh. “I’m not hiding anything. Why would I?” She stepped closer, her piercing ga
(NADIA'S POV) I couldn’t breathe. My thoughts screamed at me to act, but I was rooted to the spot, powerless to stop what was unfolding. She’s seen them. She knows. What now? I stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened. My mother bent down slowly and picked up the photograph closest to her. My stomach twisted in knots as she turned the picture over and studied it, her expression morphing into a mixture of confusion and disbelief. “Nadia,” she said sharply, her eyes narrowing. “What is this?” I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it impossible to respond. My mind raced as I realized I needed to do something…anything…to deflect her attention. Without thinking, I forced tears to well up in my eyes. “Mother,” I whispered, letting my voice tremble as I stepped closer to her. My fake tears started to roll down my cheeks, and I let out a small, shaky sob. “Please don’t be upset.” Her face softened slightly, but her suspicion lingered. She held up the picture,
TAMMIE'S POV The hospital room felt suffocating, like the walls were closing in on me. I couldn't stop crying. My chest heaved with every sob as I replayed the harsh accusations thrown at me earlier. How could anyone believe that I, of all people, would stoop so low? So low to get Richard and I to be recorded. I wiped my face with trembling hands, but the tears wouldn't stop. "Mom," I whispered shakily to my mother, Mrs Daniella, who sat beside me. "What if they don’t believe me? What if they..." My words broke off into another wave of sobs. "Tammie," My Mom who was now a little bit calm said, wrapping her arms around me, her voice firm yet trembling. "We know the truth, and we will prove it. You didn’t do anything wrong." But her reassurance couldn’t calm the storm inside me. Before I could respond, the sound of a raspy cough broke through my cries. RICHARD’S POV I had been sitting quietly on the other side of the room, lost in thought about everything Tammie had
TAMMIE'S POV The room was thick with tension. Mr. Kenneth had been unconscious for days, and every hour felt like an eternity. The doctors and nurses never seemed to stop, their movements quick and purposeful. They were doing everything they could, but I could feel the uncertainty in the air. “Please, stay strong, Mr. Kenneth,” one of the nurses muttered softly as she adjusted the IV drip. Her voice trembled ever so slightly, despite her efforts to remain calm. The other nurses worked in tandem, adjusting machines and monitoring his vital signs. I could hear the beeping of the heart monitor, its rhythm steady but fragile. Every time it would make a slight change, I would hold my breath, waiting for it to normalize. Mrs. Daniella, Mr. Kenneth’s wife was sitting by his sidShe couldn’t stop wailing. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes red from crying. “Why, God? Why him?” she sobbed, her voice thick with sorrow. She shook her husband's hand, as though trying to wake hi
MR JACOB POV As I sat across from my wife in our cozy living room, the quiet atmosphere felt almost too still. The dim light from the lamp cast a soft glow across the room. We had just finished dinner, and the day had been long. It wasn’t often we found the time to simply sit and talk like this, but tonight felt different. The house was peaceful, and there was a comfortable silence between us. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of my phone ringing. The shrill noise cut through the calm like a sudden gust of wind. I reached for the phone, glancing at the screen. The caller ID displayed the name "Daniella." I raised an eyebrow. "It’s Daniella," I said to my wife, trying to hide the confusion in my voice. She looked at me with a slight frown, her curiosity piqued. "Daniella? Is she calling about your brother?" I nodded slowly, unsure of what to expect. "Maybe," I said, the words barely escaping my mouth. For some reason, I had a strange feeling about this call. I
MR. JACOB'S POV "Yes, exactly!" she said, her eyes gleaming with a look of triumph. "Now you can get your hands on the contract file with all that money. It’s all coming together." I couldn’t help but grin. It had been a long time coming, and the chance to finally pull this off felt like it was right in front of me. "And how exactly do you expect me to get my hands on it?" I asked, my voice laced with skepticism. Clara stood up from the couch and walked over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder, her fingers gripping tightly. "Don’t worry about that. You just focus on getting it from the office. I’ll handle the details. But after you steal the contract, you’re going to take it to Kenneth, right? You know he’ll sign it without asking questions. He’s weak, Jacob." I looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, but there was none. Clara had always been this way, calculating, cold, and completely focused on what she wanted. She wasn’t going to let this slip through her
NADIA'S POV The sunlight filtered through the curtains, warming the room and gently pulling me from my dreams. I groaned, stretching my arms above my head. It was already morning, and my routine had already been set in motion. I quickly glanced at the clock…8:00 AM. Time to start the day. I swung my legs off the bed, feeling the cool floor against my feet as I stood. I made my way to the bathroom, knowing exactly what to do. My routine was second nature by now. I took a quick, refreshing shower, the water helping to clear the grogginess from my mind. My mother had always emphasized the importance of a structured start to the day, and I had adopted it over the years. My mother’s routines were strict and perfect, but I didn’t mind…they helped keep me grounded, especially with everything else going on in my life. Once the shower was over, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and walked back into my room. I opened my closet, scanning the clothes that hung neatly in front of me.
MAX POV I smiled to myself as he hung up the phone after his call with Nadia. She had promised to meet me at the restaurant soon. I could almost hear the slight tension in her voice, but I didn’t mind. I was so very ready to see her, to finally discuss everything we had avoided for too long at least for everyone's benefit. I leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of wine, savoring the smooth taste. The quiet restaurant was almost empty, the soft music in the background adding to the calm atmosphere. I didn’t mind the solitude. I liked it this way. It gave me so much time to think not just about Nadia but also Mr Jacob and tonight, he had a lot on his mind. Nadia had a way of keeping me guessing, of making me question what was real and what wasn’t. I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something from me for a very long period of time, something important. He had to get to the bottom of it tonight. Time passed slowly, but I was patient. I haf been waiting for this m
NADIA'S POV.I gripped the steering wheel tighter as I drove away from the secluded spot, my mind racing with thoughts of Max and his twisted games.The wedding invitation card sat on the passenger seat, mocking me with its gold-embossed letters. Nadia and Max. It was written so elegantly, so perfectly, as if this was a love story meant to be.I scoffed, the bitter taste of anger lingering on my tongue. Love story? What a joke. Max didn’t love me. He didn’t even know the meaning of the word. This was about power, control, and, most of all, wealth.I knew exactly why Max had shown me that card. He was sending me a message, a warning. He was stylishly telling me to hasten up my plans to destroy Tammie and Richard’s marriage.And if I didn’t do it soon, if I was too slow or too careful, then I’d have no choice but to marry him.I gritted my teeth, the reality of his manipulation sinking in. Max was trying to corner me, to pressure me into speeding up my plans. He knew I didn’t love him.
NADIA'S POV.I paced back and forth in my room, my fingers tightening around my phone as I dialed Alisha’s number. The nerve of that girl…thinking she could play games with me.She had one job: to break up that wedding, and she failed miserably. Worse, she thought she could switch sides, working for Max behind my back. Pathetic.The phone rang twice before she picked up.“Nadia?” Her voice was uncertain, almost shaky. Good. She was already scared.I didn’t waste time on pleasantries.“You really thought you were smart, huh?” I spat, my voice dripping with contempt. “Working for Max while pretending to be on my side? Do you take me for a fool?”“Nadia, I…”“Shut up.” I cut her off, my patience wearing thin.“You failed me. You failed miserably, and now you think you can just disappear? Do you have any idea who you’re messing with?”She was silent on the other end, probably shaking in her boots. I could picture her now, all that fake confidence crumbling.“I own this game,” I continued,
RICHARD POV.It had been a week since Alisha left. A week since I found that note in her room, neatly placed on her pillow as if she’d planned her exit down to the last detail.Thank you for all you’ve done for me, but have it in mind that I have regained my memory and chose to leave your house without you knowing. Don’t look for me.I read that note at least a dozen times, trying to decipher what was real and what was just Alisha being... Alisha.Had she truly remembered everything? Did she remember the accident? The reason she was staying under my roof in the first place? Or was this another one of her games?The memory of finding that note still sat heavy in my chest, a weight I couldn’t quite shake off. And the strangest part was, I wasn’t sure why it bothered me so much.Alisha had been nothing but trouble since the day she entered my life…manipulative, secretive, and too good at playing the victim.I should’ve been glad to see her go. Relieved, even. But that’s not what I felt.
ALISHA POV.The door opened, and my heart skipped a beat as I turned to see who it was.My eyes widened in shock as Mrs. Garrison walked in, her head held high, her presence commanding the room the moment she stepped inside.I didn’t expect it to be her. Of all people, I never imagined Richard’s mother would show up tonight.She was dressed elegantly, as always, in a tailored suit that screamed wealth and power.Her hair was perfectly styled, not a strand out of place, and her lips were painted in that signature red that made her look even more intimidating.Her sharp eyes scanned the room, landing first on Tammie. Her face softened instantly, a warm smile spreading across her lips as she hurried towards her.“Oh, my dear!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with affection.“Tammie, my beautiful daughter-in-law!”I watched, my chest tightening as Mrs. Garrison wrapped her arms around Tammie, pulling her into a tight embrace.Tammie laughed softly, returning the hug, her eyes shining with
ALISHA'S POV.My phone rang, slicing through the suffocating silence of my room. I jumped, my heart hammering in my chest as I saw the name flashing on the screen.Nadia.I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as dread pooled in my stomach. I knew this call was coming…I just didn’t expect it so soon.My hands trembled as I picked up the phone, pressing it to my ear, forcing myself to sound calm.“Hello?”There was a pause, a tense, heavy silence that made my skin crawl. Then her voice came through, cold and sharp, cutting straight to the bone.“You think you’re clever, don’t you?”My heart stopped. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, frozen, helpless, knowing the impact was coming but unable to move out of the way.Nadia’s laugh was low, bitter, dripping with contempt.“All this time, pretending to work for me, pretending to be loyal... and all along, you were working for Max.”I felt the blood drain from my face, my knees buck
ALISHA'S POV.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman who looked back at me.Her eyes were hollow, haunted, dark circles forming beneath them from too many sleepless nights.Her face was pale, drawn tight with guilt and worry. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, the weight of her secrets pulling them down.I turned away, unable to face myself any longer. How did I get here? How did I become this person…someone who betrays the very person who trusted me the most?Nadia.My stomach twisted just thinking about her, remembering the way she had looked at me when she offered me this job. There was no doubt in her eyes, no suspicion.She trusted me, believed in me, gave me this position to watch Tammy and Richard, to report back to her, to help her carry out her plans.But I’d betrayed her.The guilt was suffocating, wrapping itself around my chest and squeezing until I could barely breathe. I pressed a hand to my heart, trying to steady its frantic beat. It
TAMMIE POV.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could feel was him…his lips on mine, his hands on my body, his warmth surrounding me.I was lost in him, drowning in his touch, his scent, his taste. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to let him go.My hands moved on their own, gliding over his shoulders, down his chest, feeling every muscle, every line. His body was firm, strong, and I wanted to feel more of him.I wanted to be closer to him. I pulled him closer, pressing myself against him, feeling his heart racing against mine.His lips moved against mine, desperate, hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. And I couldn’t get enough of him.I matched his urgency, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body arching into his touch. I felt his hands slide down my waist, gripping me tighter, pulling me closer.I was losing myself in him.I didn’t even realize when he started to unbutton his shirt. I didn’t realize when his clothes fell to the floor.All I knew was his skin agai
RICHARD POV.I didn’t realize how heavy my breathing was until I heard it echoing through the hallway.My chest felt tight, each breath a struggle as I cradled Tammie in my arms, her body limp, her face pale.I tightened my hold on her, my heart kept beating loud as I made my way to her room, my footsteps quick and steady. I couldn’t let go. Not yet. Not when she looked so fragile, so broken.I should’ve been there sooner. I should’ve protected her. If I hadn’t been so stupid…so consumed by my own pride and anger…I would’ve never let her walk out alone.I knew something was off when she left the house without a word, her face blank, her shoulders tense even though she must be mad at me for hugging Alisha or probably thinking I have something to do with Alisha.Or was she trying to do something stupid? That’s why I followed her.That’s why I trailed her car all the way to that damn parking lot, hiding in the distance, watching her every move. I didn’t know who she was meeting. I didn’t
MAX'S POV.I watched Tammie’s back as she stormed off, her shoulders rigid with anger, her head held high. She was mad…really mad.But she didn’t understand. She didn’t get that everything I was doing, every word I’d said, was for her. For us.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I watched her march across the parking lot, weaving through the maze of cars.My heart raced, my chest tightening with frustration. I had done everything I could to show her how much she meant to me. I even offered to cancel my wedding for her.For her! How could she not see how serious I was? How much I was willing to sacrifice just to have her back?My eyes fell to the spot where the promise ring had rolled to a stop, its silver band glinting under the sun. She’d slapped it out of my hand like it was trash.Like it meant nothing. My jaw clenched. How could she be so cruel? So heartless?The wedding invitation felt heavy in my hand, my knuckles whitening as I gripped it tighter.I’d played