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
ALISHA'S POV“Are you sure this will work?” I whispered, glancing nervously at the two women standing in the hospital ward with me.Their crisp white uniforms and confident expressions should have reassured me, but my hands still trembled.“Yes, Alisha,” one of them replied, adjusting her nurse’s cap. “Nadia’s plan is foolproof. Trust us. Just stick to the script.”“But what if he doesn’t come back in?” I asked, my voice barely audible. The seconds stretched into minutes as we waited for Richard to return to the ward. I’d been sitting here long enough to know he wasn’t coming.“If he doesn’t come back,” the taller one said with a knowing smirk, “that’s when you make your move. You run out, and we’ll follow. We’ll act like we’re trying to stop you, but we’ll let you reach him. Once you do, we’ll say whatever it takes to convince him.”The other nurse nodded. “Remember, the goal is to make him take you with him. The rest is up to you.”I swallowed hard and nodded. “Fine. Let’s do it.”M
RICHARD POV“Richard, guess what the good news is!” my mother’s cheerful voice rang out through the phone, her excitement practically vibrating through the line.I sighed, keeping one hand firmly on the steering wheel while balancing the phone in the other. “Argh…Mom, you know I’m terrible at guessing. Can’t you just tell me?”My mother has been telling me for the past few minutes to guess…what exactly does she want me to guess on.I already told her that I wasn't good at guessing and she knows that even without telling her.“No, no,” she said insistently. “This is too exciting. You have to guess.”Now I was so eager to hear whatever good news she wanted to share but she was making it hard for me.I groaned, glancing at the woman sitting silently in the passenger seat. Her face was turned toward the window, her expression unreadable.She hadn’t said much since we left the hospital, and her silence only added to the oddness of the situation.“Mom, I really don’t have time for this,” I
ALISHA POVFrom the corner of my eye, I noticed her first. A tall, striking woman, walking toward us from a distance.Her movements were deliberate, purposeful, and there was something familiar about her. I narrowed my eyes, trying to place her face. Then it clicked.It was Nadia.What was she doing here?“Richard,” I began hesitantly, turning slightly toward him, but he seemed preoccupied, muttering something under his breath as he adjusted his watch.Nadia’s strides grew quicker, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement.My pulse quickened as she came to a stop directly in front of Richard’s car, her posture bold and unyielding.I glanced at Richard, expecting him to say something, acknowledge her presence…anything. But to my surprise, he didn’t even look her way. Instead, he walked around the car, his expression unreadable, and came to my side.“Come on,” he said curtly, his voice neutral but firm.I hesitated, glancing back at Nadia. She didn’t move, her sharp eyes fixed on
ALISHA POVRichard’s long strides made it hard for me to keep up. My fake injuries and the stiffness of the bandages didn’t help.But then I thought about it…this was the right time to meet up with Nadia who's still at the car parking spot.Come to think of it, why would Richard snub Nadia just like that and even pretend or should I say behave like he didn't see her.Anyway that's none of my business because I shouldn't be involved in what I'm not paid for and focus on what I'm paid to do here.I tried to maintain my pace, but my legs started to ache…not from any real pain, but from the effort of pretending to be injured. The entire situation was beginning to weigh on me.I needed to be careful with every fucking thing that I was doing.“Alisha, keep up,” Richard said sharply, turning to glance at me over his shoulder. His tone was firm, almost impatient.I still needed a way to tell him…probably give him an excuse that I needed to slow down or wait for him at the lobby if possible, o
TAMMIE POV.A few more final touches were added…silver earrings, a matching diamond necklace, and a delicate bangle, all glimmering under the light.They were real diamonds, of course. Nothing less would do for the grand wedding of Richard Garrison.The moment everything was in place, the door opened, and my mother, Mrs. Daniella, walked in.I turned to face her, and for a brief second, something flickered in my heart.She looked at me with so much love, her eyes soft with emotion.“Oh, my baby,” she whispered, her voice trembling.“You look…breathtaking.”I smiled, and for the first time today, it wasn’t completely fake.She walked up to me, holding the delicate veil in her hands.“It has always been my wish to place this on you myself,” she said, her voice warm with motherly affection.She gently placed the veil over my styled hair, adjusting it carefully, making sure it sat perfectly.My heart clenched at the way she looked at me, as if this was the most beautiful moment of her lif
Something wasn’t sitting right with me.As I stared at my phone, tapping my fingers against the desk in irritation, I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling creeping into my mind. Why do I feel like Alisha isn’t telling me the truth?I had worked with her for years…long enough to know when she was holding something back. And lately, something was off. She wasn’t as forthcoming as she used to be.Where were the detailed updates? The little pieces of information she used to feed me without hesitation?Is she hiding something from me?I exhaled sharply and shook my head. No. Alisha wouldn’t dare. She had always followed my instructions, always obeyed without question. It wasn’t like her to go against me.But still…These past few days, she’s been different.I had noticed the slight hesitations in her voice, the way she chose her words carefully. It wasn’t obvious, but I knew her too well. She wasn’t as eager to update me about Richard’s every move anymore.I leaned back in my chair, folding
And once Tammie was gone, Mrs. Garrison would have no power to stop what was meant to happen.Before I could revel in my plans any longer, a sudden vibration against my waist made me freeze.My heart jumped, and for a split second, I panicked. I quickly glanced around, making sure no one was near before slipping my hand into the folds of my dress.My phone.I pulled it out, keeping the screen facing me so no one would see.Nadia.Of course, it was her. Who else would be calling me at a time like this?I stared at the phone for a moment, my teeth pressing into my bottom lip. What does she want now?I knew better than to ignore her calls, but a part of me was growing tired of being at her beck and call. I wasn’t some puppet she could control forever.Taking a deep breath, I made sure my voice was calm before pressing the answer button."Hello," I said, keeping my tone neutral.And just like that, my mind shifted gears. The game is still on, and I'm not going to lose.Nadia’s voice came
“This girl… Alisha," she said, deliberately referring to her as a ‘girl’ rather than a lady. "Will she still be staying in your house after today? After you get married to Tammie?"I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling deeply. Ishould have known this was coming. "Mom, Alisha isn’t a bad person," I said, trying to sound patient."She’s only here because of the accident. I was the one who got her involved in it, and now she’s lost her memory. The least I can do is make sure she recovers properly."My mother scoffed, shaking her head."Richard, you’re too soft-hearted sometimes. How do you think Tammie will feel about this?You’re bringing your wife to your home…no, to your matrimonial home…only for her to find another woman living there? A woman covered in bandages, no less!"I frowned."Tammie knows about Alisha. She won’t have a problem with it. She understands the situation.""Are you sure about that?" she pressed. "Because, Richard, I wouldn’t be happy if I were in her shoes. A wo
RICHARD’S POVThe morning of my wedding had arrived, and my mansion was already busy with activity.From the moment I opened my eyes, I could hear the distant chatter of staff moving around, finalizing last-minute preparations.The weight of the day sat heavily on my chest, not out of nervousness but from the sheer reality of it all. Today, I will become a married man.As I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the crisp white dress shirt laid out for me, the sound of approaching footsteps pulled me from my thoughts.I looked up just as my mother, Mrs. Garrison, walked into the room. She was dressed in an elegant blue gown, her hair styled to perfection, and her face glowed with a mixture of pride and excitement."My handsome son," she said, smiling warmly as she walked toward me. "Today is finally here."She didn’t wait for an invitation before she began adjusting my collar, fussing over me like she always did. I chuckled, allowing her to do as she pleased. It was a small thing, but
NADIA POVYes, thing. That’s all she was to me…a nuisance, an obstacle, an ugly little thing standing in the way of what was rightfully mine.Richard was supposed to be mine. He was always supposed to be mine. Tammie had no right to him, no right to the life she was trying to claim.I stopped pacing and stared out of the window, the city lights twinkling in the distance.But their beauty did nothing to soothe me. Instead, they reminded me of the glittering facade Tammie presented to the world…a facade I intended to shatter."I’ll stop the wedding," I said, my voice barely above a whisper but filled with conviction. "I’ll stop it, and I’ll make sure she’s gone for good."My mind raced with possibilities, each one darker than the last. Kidnapping her was the most obvious solution.Take her away, hide her where no one could find her. But that wasn’t enough. Simply removing her from the picture wouldn’t satisfy the anger burning inside me."No," I said, shaking my head. "She needs to be d
NADIA'S POV.I smirked, setting the phone back down. Everything was moving like clockwork. Now, it was just a matter of waiting for the right moment to strike.I sat back down on the bed, crossing my legs as I allowed myself a moment of satisfaction. Alisha would do her part, whether willingly or not.And if she thought she could outsmart me, well, she’d soon find out just how wrong she was.For now, I had to keep playing the part of the calm, collected puppet master. But inside, the fire of ambition burned hotter than ever. This wasn’t just a plan…it was a masterpiece, and I was the artist.As I leaned back against the pillows, my mind wandered to the moment when everything would come together. The look of shock, of betrayal, of defeat…it would all be worth it.With a final glance at my phone, I closed my eyes, letting a sinister smile linger on my lips. "Eighteen hours," I whispered to myself. "And then it all begins."As I sat in the quiet of my room, my mind betrayed me, wandering
ALISHA'S POV.I rolled my eyes, though I made sure to keep my voice calm. "I was busy, Nadia. You can’t expect me to drop everything every time you call.""Busy?" she snapped. "What could you possibly be doing that’s more important than keeping me updated?"I clenched my jaw, taking a deep breath before responding. "I was in the middle of dinner with Richard. I couldn’t exactly answer your call in front of him, could I?"Nadia’s tone softened slightly, but her impatience was still evident. "Fine. But you need to tell me what’s going on. Have you heard anything new about the wedding?"I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "No, Nadia. I haven’t heard anything else. And even if I had, do you really think I’d tell you in the middle of dinner?"There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I could almost hear her frustration. "You need to stay on top of this, Alisha," she said finally. "We can’t afford any mistakes.""I know," I replied, my voice clipped. "You don’t have to remin
ALISHA'S POV.I hesitated again, lowering my gaze as though I was embarrassed. "I was just wondering..." I trailed off, biting my lip for effect."Wondering what?" he prompted, his voice patient."If I could come," I said in a rush, my words tumbling over each other."To the wedding, I mean. I promise I won't cause any trouble or anything.I just thought…well, I’d really like to be there. But if you don’t want me to, I understand, and I won’t bring it up again."Richard stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable. My heart pounded in my chest, though not from fear or nerves. This was the critical moment, the point where I’d see if he’d bend to my request.Finally, he sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Alisha," he said slowly, "why would you even want to come? It’s not exactly a public event."I smiled again, this time letting it tremble slightly. "I don’t know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe it’s because you’ve been so kind to me, and I just want to be