MAX POVAfter several attempts, the attendant brought out a black and white suit, its lines crisp and immaculate. “This one might be what you’re looking for, sir,” he suggested, handing it to me.I slipped it on, stepping in front of the mirror. The fit was perfect. The black jacket contrasted sharply with the white shirt, and the sleek black tie completed the look.“This is it,” I said, nodding.The attendant smiled. “Excellent choice, sir. You’ll make quite the impression.”As I paid for the suit and left the store, my thoughts drifted back to the Johnson family. Kenneth Johnson’s daughter, once thought to be dead, was about to reappear in front of the world. The paparazzi would undoubtedly have their cameras ready, broadcasting every moment live.Who was this mysterious daughter? How had she stayed hidden for so long? And why now, of all times, was she being introduced to the world? The questions piled up in my mind, refusing to give me peace. My thoughts then shifted to Richard G
MAX POVThe crowd's applause thundered around me, but I could only stand frozen, staring at her.She was stunning. Her beauty was captivating but intimidating, wrapped in an air of untouchable grace. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her gown was like liquid gold under the light.I couldn’t stop looking at her. Something about her drew me in, a magnetism that defied explanation but I knew it wasn't love… It was power, fame and wealth that made me want to be close to her.Come to think of it, who doesn't want to be rich? My breath caught as her eyes scanned the crowd and landed on me.Our gazes collided. In that moment, everything else faded away. It was as though the entire ballroom ceased to exist, leaving only the two of us.Her eyes were piercing with that of hate and regret as she saw me, filled with a quiet confidence…no, a proudness…that made my chest tighten. She wasn't who I thought she was anymore… she wasn't that weak Tamara that begs for love a
MAX'S POVHidden behind the slightly ajar restroom door, I stood motionless, my breath held as I listened to the conversation unfolding just a few feet away. Tamara’s voice, soft but laced with a bitterness I recognized, carried through the air."I only said yes to this engagement because of him," she said, her tone wavering. “Because of the way my ex-husband treated me. I just… I couldn’t let myself stay stuck in the past anymore, Richard.”Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. She wasn’t marrying Richard out of love. She was doing this to spite me, to punish me for my mistakes. For a brief moment, I felt a little of hope ... .if she cared enough to punish me, maybe she still cared at all.“Tamara,” Richard replied after a pause, his voice heavy with sadness. “You don’t need to explain. I already knew… I could feel it. You don’t love me.”“Richard, I’m sorry,” Tamara said, almost whispering. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I… I thought I could learn to love you.”I couldn’t see his face
MAX POVI ran a hand through my hair, muttering under my breath. “Those little pests just ruined everything. Everything! And that stupid servant…ugh!”My phone was useless now, and I didn’t have the patience or means to fix it tonight. My plans were crumbling, and I felt powerless to stop it.As I turned to head back into the ballroom, a movement on the balcony caught my eye. My steps faltered, and I squinted to get a better look.There they were. Jacob and Kenneth Johnson, standing together, deep in conversation. Their faces were tense, their gestures sharp and deliberate. Something about their body language set off alarm bells in my mind.“What are they talking about?” I muttered, creeping closer to get a better view.That’s when I saw it.A small red dot, barely noticeable at first, dancing on Kenneth’s chest. My heart stopped as realization dawned.A laser.My eyes darted upward, following the source of the light. There, on the rooftop across the courtyard, was a figure. They were
MAX POVTime slowed down, and everything around me blurred into the background.Then, without thinking, I shouted at the top of my lungs."NOOO!"My voice boomed through the night, cutting through the heated argument between the brothers. Kenneth and Jacob turned sharply toward me, their faces a mix of confusion and alarm.The sniper had already made their move by pulling the trigger and when he got his shot, he quickly packed up his things and flew away in order not to be caught , his aim was direct to Mr kenneth as he reacted to the sudden noise and bullet.For a moment, everything hung in suspense…the brothers staring at me, the sniper hesitating, and my chest heaving from the adrenaline coursing through me.What have I done?The scream I let out reverberated through the still air, and Kenneth's head snapped around to look at me. He frowned, clearly confused and annoyed, but before he could say a word, a loud crack pierced the night.The sniper had fired.I watched in slow motion a
RICHARD’S POVThe hospital’s lights were shining so brightly as I rushed inside, Kenneth groaning softly in my arms. My heart was pounding. Everything about the night felt surreal…like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from. Nurses spotted us from across the room and rushed toward me with a stretcher.“Over here!” one of them shouted, motioning for me to place him down.I carefully laid Kenneth on the stretcher, my hands trembling. “He’s been shot,” I said quickly, my voice hoarse. “Please, do something. Save him.”The nurses nodded without hesitation, immediately wheeling Kenneth down the hall toward the operating room. I followed closely behind, but they stopped me at the double doors.“You can’t go any further,” a nurse informed me firmly. “We’ll take it from here.”I froze in place, watching helplessly as they disappeared into the operating room. Through the small glass window, I could see them transferring Kenneth to a surgical table. The doctors and nurses surrounded him, already
RICHARD POVAs we stepped inside, the quiet hum of the machines greeted us. Kenneth was lying on the hospital bed, an oxygen mask covering his face. His chest rose and fell weakly, but the fact that he was breathing at all was a miracle.Mrs. Johnson immediately covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a sob. Tamara followed suit, tears streaming down her face as she tried to compose herself.“It’s okay, Mama,” Tamara whispered, holding her mother’s arm. But even as she spoke, her voice cracked, betraying her own emotions.I stood by the door, giving them their moment. Seeing Kenneth like this…hooked up to machines, his life hanging by a thread…felt surreal. This was a man I respected, a man I hoped would soon become family.The weight of everything…the attack, the betrayal, the fear…pressed heavily on my chest. I needed air. Quietly, I slipped out of the room.The hallway felt endless as I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. As the line connected, I couldn’t shake the feeling t
MR. JACOB’S POVI walked closer to where Richard and Max stood, their voices low but unmistakably tense. I could hear snippets of their conversation, and it seemed like an argument was brewing.From where I stood, their words carried just enough for me to make sense of them.“Why are you following me, Max?” Richard’s voice was sharp and accusing.Max, ever calm, replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why would I follow you?”“Don’t play games with me,” Richard shot back. “You’ve been on my tail since I left the theatre. Are you trying to eavesdrop on my conversation? Or is there something else I should know?”Max gave a dry laugh. “You’re paranoid, Richard. Honestly, this isn’t an interesting topic for me.”I stopped in my tracks, listening intently. For a moment, I felt my chest tighten. Was Max about to reveal something? But to my relief, he didn’t. Max remained calm under Richard’s scrutiny, his denial firm. I let out a cool breath, relieved. Max wasn’t going to spill an
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