NADIA POV.“I don’t understand why you’re so eager to hear Dad’s decision,” Stanley said, his voice heavy with frustration as he leaned back in his chair. “It’s not like he ever agrees to go to anything.”I shot him a sharp look. “Because it’s important, Stanley. I need him there…it’s not just about me.” only God knew the new plan I had in my heart.If my dad could be present at the party…I will make sure I cause chaos between my family and that of Mr Johnson's families, or do my dad think I don't know that there's a big beef between my dad and Mr Johnson?He may fool my mother and brother but not me. I remembered ever since we were little my father always tells my brother and I to stay away from the Johnson's families and any time my brother and I asked why…he always flipped into anger.Stanley sighed, shrugging. “If it’s not about you, then who?”I paused, my hands clenched into fists under the table. My heart raced as I glanced at our father, Mr. Morales, who sat silently, lost in
JACOB POV“Dad, why do you look so tense?” Daniel asked, sitting beside me in the car. His voice was calm, but his eyes held concern.Actually I had gone to the mansion of the Morales not just me but with my son, the letter i had seen in the email box when I had gone to collect my emails from my box that was placed in front of my house.I couldn't stop thinking about who had written the letter by telling me that it was one of the Morales families that had placed the exact necklace we had at the spot where my son had stayed on the rooftop.I leaned back in the driver’s seat, staring at the dusty windshield. “Tense? No, Daniel, I’m thinking. There’s a difference,” I replied, my tone sharp. I didn’t mean to snap, but my mind was swirling with too many questions, too many possibilities.He didn’t respond immediately. I glanced at him and saw his jaw tighten, his fists clenched. I sighed, softening my voice.“Daniel, tell me something. Did you see anyone near the spot where you left your g
JACOB POV“Let’s find out,” I said, answering the call. “This is Jacob.”“Mr. Jacob,” a voice said, smooth and confident. “I’ve got the contract file you requested.”I froze, my mind racing. The contract file. The missing piece. The one thing that could tie everything together.“Where is the contract file?” I demanded.The voice chuckled. “Let’s just say it wasn't easy to sneak the file out of the office but I did it. You’ll get the file soon enough. Consider it… a Christmas gift.”The line went dead.I stared at the phone, a slow, wicked smile spreading across my face. “Well, well,” I murmured. “It seems the game just got a lot more interesting.”Daniel looked at me, confused. “What happened? Who was it?”“One of my men who knows more than they’re letting on,” I said, slipping the phone back into my pocket. “But don’t worry, Daniel. We’ll figure this out. And when we do…”I didn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t have to. The look in my eyes said it all.The Morales family thought they
MAX POV"Max," the voice on the other end said, a note of urgency in his tone. "We’ve got a problem. Mr. Jacob got his hands on another copy of the contract file."My stomach tightened, but I kept my voice steady. "Don’t worry about it," I said. "I already signed the contract and collected the money. Jacob’s too late.""Are you sure about this?""Positive," I replied, a smirk forming on my lips. "I made my move before he even knew what was happening."As I ended the call, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. "Outsmarted you again, Jacob," I muttered.I walked back into the living room, my confidence radiating. My mother and Anya looked at me expectantly, their curiosity still burning.I didn’t say a word, letting the happiness of the moment hang in the air.Inside, though, my mind was already racing. If Jacob had another copy of the contract, things could get complicated when he tries to get the money and find out that it is all gone.NADIA'S POINT OF VIEWIt was already in the early
MAFIA POVI exhaled slowly, trying to regain my composure. This had to work. It had to.The expressway remained very quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. I kept my eyes on the road, scanning for any sign of Richard’s car."Still nothing," Alisha muttered, her voice laced with frustration.I ignored her, pulling out my phone instead. Max had promised to keep me updated on Richard’s movements, but I hadn’t heard from him.I dialed his number, pressing the phone to my ear. He picked up on the second ring."Nadia," he said, his voice groggy. "What’s going on?""I’m still here," I said, glancing at the road again. "Still waiting for Richard. I haven’t seen a car that looks like his yet."There was a pause on the other end. "You sure he’s taking that route?""Yes," I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. "I’m sure. But it’s taking longer than I expected.""Just hang tight," Max said. "He’ll show up. I already gave one of my men your number so he cou
NADIA'S POVShe quickly poured it over her arms and face, smearing it to look like blood. Then, she collapsed onto the ground, moaning as if in pain."Perfect," I muttered under my breath, impressed by her performance.Carl’s truck roared to life, and he drove it straight toward Alisha’s car. The massive vehicle hit the red car with a deafening crash, sending it tumbling down the hill. The sound of metal crunching against rocks echoed through the air.Carl didn’t wait to admire his handiwork. He hit the gas, speeding away from the scene.I turned my attention back to Richard’s car. The fallen branch had dislodged from his windshield, but the damage was done. His car was stationary now, the engine still running but the front hood crumpled.Through the cracked glass, I saw him moving, as he was unhurt. He opened the door and stepped out, his face was full of confusion and concern.His eyes scanned the scene, landing on the empty road where the red car had been earlier before stumbling d
ALISHA'S POVI could hear Richard’s footsteps following behind the nurses as they led me through the corridors. I had been unconscious for a while, or at least pretending to be.When I opened my eyes, I could see Richard trailing behind, his expression torn between worry and disbelief. He had no idea what was really going on.“Wait outside, please,” one of the nurses, Bella, said firmly as they reached the hospital ward. “We’ll take care of her from here.”Richard hesitated, his eyes darting between Bella and me. “But I…” I could see his face because I had opened my eyes slightly and someone wouldn't know that my eyes were opened.“Just wait outside,” Bella repeated, her voice cold but polite. “It’s best if you don’t disturb her. We’ll call you when she’s settled.”Richard sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Okay,” he said reluctantly, and I could see him step back, his gaze still on me for a moment before the door clicked shut.I exhaled slowly, feeling the tension leave my body as I re
RICHARD POV“Good morning, Sarah,” I said, my voice steady as I held the phone to my ear, navigating the chaos of my morning.“Listen, I’ll be late for the meeting. Something urgent came up.”Sarah, my efficient personal assistant, was quick to respond. “Understood, Mr. Garrison. Should I reschedule?”“No,” I replied firmly.“Just handle the preliminaries until I get there. And one more thing…make sure my suit is ready for tonight’s Japanese ball. I can’t afford any mistakes.” I sounded so professional and official at the moment.“Yes, sir. I’ll have it prepared and delivered to your residence,” she assured me.As I hung up, I couldn’t help but think about the significance of the ball. It wasn’t just another social gathering.This was the event for the world’s greatest businessmen, a place where partnerships were forged, and accolades were awarded.The Japanese ball was the pinnacle of recognition, celebrating companies that had excelled in international collaborations. Missing it was
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