ALISHA POV "Are you sure this is going to work?" I whispered to myself, staring at the small recording devices in my hand.Nadia’s voice echoed in my mind, her instructions clear as day: “Place these where they’ll pick up everything. Under his desk, his chair, anywhere close to where he talks the most.”I had nodded obediently when she gave me the devices earlier, but now, sitting in Richard’s office alone, I felt the weight of the task pressing on me.“This better be worth it,” I muttered, carefully turning one of the recorders over in my hand.I stood up from the chair, scanning the room for the best places to hide and place the devices, which won't easily get the eyes of someone or Richard. Richard’s desk was the obvious choice. It was large and imposing, the centerpiece of his office. Slowly, I crouched down and felt around the underside of the desk. My fingers brushed against the smooth wood, and I found a small corner where the device could stick without being easily noticed.
TAMMIE "Is he going to be alright, Doctor?" my mother asked, her voice trembling as she clung to my arm.We stood in the small, brightly lit hospital room, watching the doctor lean over my father. Dad looked frail but alert, his eyes following the doctor’s every move.“Let me complete the checkup first, Mrs. Johnson,” the doctor said with a calm, practiced smile, adjusting his stethoscope.I stayed quiet, my hands clasped tightly in front of me as the doctor shone a small flashlight into Dad’s eyes.“Follow the light, Mr. Johnson,” the doctor instructed.Dad complied, his eyes tracking the movement of the light.“Good, very good,” the doctor murmured, scribbling something onto his clipboard.Next, the doctor tested Dad’s reflexes, tapping lightly on his knees with a small rubber hammer. Dad’s legs twitched slightly, and the doctor nodded approvingly.“Let’s check your grip strength,” he said, holding out his hand. “Squeeze as hard as you can.”Dad’s hand closed around the doctor’s, a
ALISHA POV“Good,” Nadia said, her tone softening slightly. “I’ll also send you texts if there’s anything important. Check them when you’re alone. And remember, Alisha, don’t do anything that will make him suspicious.”“I get it,” I replied, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. “I know what I’m doing.”“Do you?” Nadia asked, her voice dripping with skepticism. “Because this isn’t just about you, Alisha. If you screw up, we’re both done for. Keep your focus.”I bit back a retort, reminding myself that I needed her. This wasn’t the time for arguments.“Where is Richard, anyway?” Nadia asked suddenly. “And where will he take you after office hours?”I hesitated, unsure how to answer. “I…”Before I could finish, the office door creaked open.My heart leapt into my throat, and my eyes widened in fear. I clutched the phone tightly under my blouse, my body frozen as the sound of footsteps filled the room.Who was it?RICHARD POVI pushed open the door to my office, expecting silen
ALISHA POV“Yes,” he replied, standing up from his chair. “You’ll like it there. My mother’s an excellent host.”I nodded, pretending to be excited, but inside, I was panicking. The phone. It was still hidden behind the curtains.As Richard started gathering some files, my mind raced. How would I retrieve it? What if someone found it later? What if it rang again while we were gone? I cursed my decision to hide it there in my moment of panic.I glanced toward the window, trying to think of an excuse to go back and retrieve it. But before I could come up with anything, Richard turned to me.“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing for me to stand.It was too late.MAX POVMy phone buzzed on the desk, breaking the silence of my office. I glanced at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. With a sigh, I picked up.“Hello?” I answered, keeping my voice neutral.“Mr. Max,” the voice on the other end said, low and cautious. “I have an update for you.”“Go on,” I replied, leaning back in my chair.“I
ALISHA POV.But I hadn’t. I’d never seen anything like this in my life. Growing up, luxury was a word that belonged in magazines or on television…not in my reality. And yet, here I was.I spotted men in suits standing at strategic points around the property, their eyes sharp and alert. Each of them held a walkie-talkie, their presence a reminder of the kind of world Richard lived in…a world where wealth demanded security.This isn’t just wealth, I thought, my mind racing. This is power.Richard maneuvered the car into a spacious parking garage, the kind that could easily fit at least ten cars. The air was cool and smelled faintly of polished metal and fresh paint.He parked the car with practiced ease and cut the engine.As soon as the car stopped, one of the suited men approached and opened Richard’s door. Richard stepped out gracefully, his movements confident and natural.Another man, equally sharp in his black suit, approached my side of the car and opened my door. I hesitated for
RICHARD POV.“It’s only been a week, Mom,” I said with a chuckle, though her enthusiasm warmed me.“A week is too long when it comes to you,” she replied, pecking my cheek repeatedly. “You’re all I have, Richard. You know that.”I smiled at her affection, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alisha standing awkwardly near the entrance. She looked out of place, her posture stiff as she tried to stay unnoticed.“Lunch is ready,” my mother said, looping her arm through mine. “Come, sit down and eat. You must be starving after all that work.”She started to guide me toward the dining room, completely unaware of Alisha’s presence.I glanced back at her, hoping she wouldn’t take offense, but she just gave me a small, hesitant smile as I signal to her to come over to the dining room.“Mom,” I began as we walked, “there’s someone…”“Oh, Richard,” she interrupted, her eyes full of concern. “You look tired. Have you been eating properly? You know you work too hard. You need to take better car
ALISHA POVAs we entered the dining room, she finally turned her head and froze. Her eyes landed on me, and her expression changed instantly.“And who is this?” she asked, her tone sharp and her eyes narrowing.“This is Alisha,” Richard said, his voice calm. “She’s… staying with me for a while.”I forced a smile, trying to hide how nervous I felt. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” I said politely.Her response was a quick, dismissive nod. She didn’t say anything else, just turned back to Richard as if I didn’t exist.My heart sank. It was clear she didn’t like me, and she wasn’t even trying to hide it. For some reason, that stung more than I expected. I’d just met her, but her coldness felt personal.We sat down at the dining table, which was covered with dishes that looked straight out of a gourmet restaurant. Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, freshly baked bread…it all smelled delicious, but I suddenly didn’t have much of an appetite.Richard sat at his mother’s right, and
ALISHA POVI clenched my fists in frustration. Damnit. The one piece of information I needed, and it was interrupted by a phone call.I glanced at Richard, who looked just as annoyed as I felt. He shook his head and muttered under his breath, “Unbelievable.”My thoughts were racing. If the date was close, I needed to act fast. Nadia’s plan to use me as a spy was already risky, but now I was beginning to think I might need to take matters into my own hands.As Mrs. Garrison continued her phone conversation, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I had to stay focused, had to keep playing my part. But inside, I couldn’t help but feel like time was slipping away, and the stakes were higher than ever.RICHARD POV"Richard," my mother called sharply, her voice cutting through the tension that hung in the room like a storm cloud.She motioned for me to follow her after making a few minutes' call, her manicured finger beckoning me toward the far corner of the sitting room.Her eyes
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