TAMMIE POVI forced a smile, my lips curving upward even as my stomach churned. "That’s great, Mom," I said, my tone steady, though the words tasted bitter on my tongue.She didn’t notice. She was too busy practically floating with joy, her excitement radiating through the room as she started straightening the cushions on the couch, humming softly to herself.I watched her, my heart sinking. How could she be so happy? So oblivious? I wanted to scream, to shake her, to make her see what I saw…but I couldn’t. She was my mother, and she deserved to hold onto her joy, no matter how misplaced it was.As she flitted about the room, my thoughts drifted back to Richard. My fiancé. My future husband. The man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with.How was I supposed to cope with that?I bit my lip, the forced smile slipping away as memories flooded my mind. I’d been scrolling through my phone one night, idly flipping through social media posts, when the image appeared.A disaster. Th
ALISHA POVRichard reached the entrance first and pushed the doors open without hesitation. He didn’t hold them for me, but I managed to slip in behind him before they closed.Inside, the mansion was even more breathtaking. The foyer alone was larger than any room I’d ever seen, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow over the space.The floors were polished to a mirror-like shine, and the walls were adorned with artwork that looked like it belonged in a museum.Richard walked ahead, his footsteps echoing softly against the marble. He didn’t look back to see if I was following, but I trailed after him anyway, my eyes darting around the room as I tried to take it all in.I felt like an intruder, a stranger in a world that wasn’t mine. But there was no turning back now.As we moved deeper into the mansion, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was stepping into something far more complicated than I’d expected.Something about this place, about Richa
MR JACOB POV.Just as I was considering tailing him discreetly, a sleek black car pulled up outside. My curiosity spiked.The door opened, and I froze when I saw who stepped out. Nadia. Of all people, her. The infamous socialite whose scandals filled gossip columns.The same woman who had been caught in that viral photo with my stepbrother’s future son in-law, Richard.The Morales's daughter.What was she doing here, meeting Max?She walked toward him with the kind of confidence only someone who knew they were untouchable could have. Her heels clicked against the pavement, her stride sharp and deliberate.I ducked behind a shelf, peeking just enough to watch the exchange. Max greeted her with a nod, and then, in a move that confirmed my suspicions, he turned his head, scanning the area like a hawk.He was checking to see if they were being watched.I held my breath, pressing myself further into the shadows. He was smart, I’d give him that, but not smart enough to spot me.Satisfied, M
MAX POV.I froze, my body tensing as I adjusted the bouquet on my lap, pretending to be occupied. But my eyes stayed locked on the mirror, watching the faint shadow lingering just out of sight.“Max?” Nadia’s voice cut through my focus. “What is it?”“Shh,” I said sharply, raising a hand to silence her.I shifted slightly, angling the mirror to get a better view. The parking lot wasn’t crowded, but there were enough people milling about to mask a potential eavesdropper.The shadow was small and quick, disappearing as soon as it appeared.“Is someone there?” Nadia whispered, her tone laced with unease.“Maybe,” I muttered. “Stay quiet.”I leaned forward, peering through the windshield. Nothing seemed out of place…just a few shoppers heading to their cars, some loading groceries into trunks. But my instincts told me otherwise.I glanced at the other side mirror, scanning the opposite direction. Still nothing.“Nadia, stay in the car,” I said, my voice low but firm.“What are you going t
MAX POV.I ignored her, focusing instead on the road ahead. The cityscape blurred past us, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the moments in the parking lot.The look in the mirror, the faint rustling sound…it had all been too real to dismiss as paranoia.“You’re awfully quiet,” Nadia remarked, her tone teasing. “What’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours?”“Nothing you need to worry about,” I said curtly.She pouted, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction of looking her way.The silence stretched between us, broken only by the hum of the car’s engine. Despite my outward calm, my thoughts churned with possibilities.Who would have been bold enough to follow me? Was it someone from the Johnson family? I already know he is my competitor? Or perhaps someone closer to me than wants to know my every move? And why was it him of all people that had to see Nadia and I together.“Max,” Nadia said suddenly, her voice cutting through my thoughts.“What?” I snapped, more sharply than I int
MR JACOB POV.“Think, Jacob,” I muttered to myself, my fingers drumming against the steering wheel. “Think.”Ahead, Max’s car took a left turn, and I followed, keeping my distance. The streets were more quiet now, the rush of traffic thinning as we moved toward the upscale neighborhood where Mr Kenneth’s mansion loomed like a fortress.I couldn’t help but sneer at the thought of it. That mansion was a symbol of everything Kenneth had stolen from me…wealth, power, respect.He lived like a king while I scraped by, forced to watch from the sidelines as he basked in the glory that should have been mine.The car in front of me slowed, and I did the same, my eyes narrowing as I watched Max navigate through the gated entrance to Kenneth’s estate.“This is it,” I murmured, pulling over to the side of the road just outside the gates.From this vantage point, I had a clear view of the driveway, where Max’s car came to a stop. A servant appeared, opening the door for him and Nadia as they steppe
MAX POV.If he suspected anything, he didn’t let it show. But there was a glint in his eye that made me uneasy, like he was filing away every detail for later.I needed to get out of there. The longer we stayed, the greater the risk of someone saying or doing something that would blow our cover.Nadia must have sensed my unease because she shifted closer to me, her hand brushing against my arm.“Let’s not overstay our welcome,” she murmured, her voice low enough that only I could hear.I nodded subtly, my mind already working on an excuse to leave. But as I glanced around the room one last time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched, that every move we made was being scrutinized.The game was getting more dangerous by the second, and if we weren’t careful, it would all come crashing down.MR JACOB POV.What exactly is Kenneth trying to prove? The thought churned in my mind as I sat in the overly lavish sitting room, the grandeur of my stepbrother’s wealth glaring in
NADIA'S POV.Mr Kenneth was glowing with pride, speaking animatedly about Richard and his upcoming marriage to Tammie.Richard. That name echoed in my mind like a bitter curse.What’s so special about Tammie? I wondered, bitterness rising like bile in my throat. Why her?I glanced at Tammie, sitting gracefully almost next to Richard. Her smile was delicate, her posture perfect, and her presence exuded a quiet confidence that seemed to captivate everyone in the room.Was it her innocence? Her beauty? Or was it the fact that she was the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the city?My hands curled into fists in my lap as I struggled to keep my composure. She’s not better than me. She can’t be.Kenneth’s voice rose, pulling me back to the present.“Richard has been such a blessing to our family,” he said, his voice dripping with pride.“He’s brought so many thoughtful gifts for the wedding. I couldn’t ask for a better son-in-law.”The words felt like daggers to my heart. Better
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