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
MAX POV.It was obvious now. Nadia’s feelings for Richard weren’t just a passing fancy. She wanted him badly, and the fact that he had chosen Tammie over her was eating her alive.Her anger was barely contained, simmering just beneath the surface.I leaned back slightly, crossing one leg over the other as I observed her. She was usually so composed, so careful about keeping up appearances.But here, in this room, with Richard and Tammie sitting almost close together, her mask was slipping.Interesting, I thought. Very interesting.Her jealousy was so useful to me. As it is a weapon, a tool to manipulate her further. But for now, I needed to focus.My thoughts shifted back to the company. If Kenneth handed over his empire to Richard, it would be game over for me.Richard was no fool…he would notice the discrepancies in the accounts, the missing funds. And once he did, I’d be exposed.I can’t let that happen.I needed a plan, and I needed it now. The poison in the fruit bouquet was a go
RICHARD POV.There was something so weird about the way they looked at each other, as if they were silently communicating.What are they up to? I wondered.Max had always been a suspect to me…a senior manager at Mr. Johnson’s company, sharp and cunning, but not someone I entirely trusted. And Nadia…well, she was even harder to read.As the conversation in the room continued, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more going on beneath the surface. Everyone seemed to have their own agenda, their own secrets.And then there was Tammie, sitting silently across the room, her eyes now focused on the floor.What are you thinking, Tammie?I wanted to talk to her, to reassure her, but this wasn’t the time or place. For now, all I could do was hope that she didn’t misunderstand my intentions.The room was kind of feeling awkward with silence, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t stop thinking about that moment when Tammie’s eyes met mine, the unspoken tension between us.I’ll fix this, I
ALISHA POV.Richard was everything a father-in-law could hope for…handsome, successful, and attentive.Yet, sitting here in this opulent room, surrounded by the grandeur of the Johnson mansion, I felt a knot of unease tightening in my chest.I could feel Mrs. Daniella Johnson’s gaze on me. It wasn’t a warm, welcoming look; it was probing, calculating.Her eyes shifted on the bandage on my arm, and I instinctively pulled my hand closer to my side, hoping to shield it from her scrutiny.Does she suspect something? Or is she simply curious about who I am?I kept my face neutral, trying not to betray any of the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. Beside me, Richard seemed completely at ease, his charming smile never faltering as he listened to Mr. Kenneth’s praises.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Nadia. She was sitting on the opposite side of the room, her expression unreadable to most, but I knew her too well.There was a funny look of impatience in her eyes, a tension
MR JACOB POV.“Brother Kenneth,” I said again, this time with more resolve. “I need to tell you something important.”The room fell silent. Even the faint sound of the wind outside seemed to pause as everyone waited for me to speak.“Don’t eat the apples,” I blurted out.Kenneth frowned, clearly taken aback. “What are you talking about, Jacob?”I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my words. “The apples in that fruit bouquet… I saw something earlier that made me suspect they might not be safe.”“What exactly did you see?” Kenneth asked, his voice laced with suspicion.Max shifted in his seat, his composure slipping ever so slightly. Nadia’s eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she might say something, but she remained silent, her gaze darting between me and Max.“I was at the supermarket earlier,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “And I saw Max with the fruit bouquet. He was… tampering with it. Injecting something into the apples.”Gasps filled the room. Daniella clutc
MAX POV.I had just finished injecting the apples when I felt a presence behind me. Turning slightly, I saw Jacob approaching, his face twisted in that familiar look of self-importance he always carried.“Max,” he said, his tone casual but with an edge that didn’t go unnoticed. “A word?”I straightened up, slipping the syringe into my pocket. “Of course, Mr. Jacob,” I replied, keeping my voice polite.Jacob stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he looked me over. “I’ve been watching you, Max. You’re ambitious, cunning even. I like that.”I raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. “I’m not sure what you mean, sir.”He chuckled, a low, humorless sound. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know what you’re up to. And frankly, I don’t care. In fact, I think we could be useful to each other.”“Is that so?” I asked, tilting my head slightly.Jacob leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “We both want the same thing, don’t we? My brother Kenneth out of the picture. You want to climb the ladder, and I wan
MAX POVI glanced at Nadia, whose face was pale, her breathing shallow. She wouldn’t dare speak now, not with all eyes on me.I could feel her panic radiating across the room, but I kept my expression neutral, even offering her a faint smile.Time was running out.I stylishly glanced at my wristwatch, noting the minutes ticking by. The poison I had injected into the apple was timed to act slowly, and all of a sudden.It wouldn’t kill instantly but would start with mild symptoms before escalating. I could already feel the faintest twinge in my stomach…a warning sign.“Excuse me,” I said, stepping away from the center of attention. “Mr. Kenneth, if you don’t mind, I’d like to use the restroom.”Kenneth looked up, his expression softening. “Of course, Max. You’ve earned a moment to yourself after all this nonsense.”He turned to the servant who had brought in the fruit earlier. “Show Max to the restroom, please.”The servant nodded and gestured for me to follow. I cast one last glance at
MR JACOB POV.Max and Nadia were up to something, and the syringe wasn’t just for show.As Kenneth droned on about Richard’s virtues, I stole a glance at Nadia. She was sitting stiffly, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.Her eyes kept darting toward the hallway where Max had disappeared. She looked uneasy, almost as if she was holding her breath.I narrowed my eyes. If anyone in this room was likely to crack under pressure, it was her. Nadia didn’t really have Max’s calm demeanor or his knack for manipulation.She was an accessory at best, someone Max kept close to do his dirty work. But even she had looked panicked when Max took that bite of the apple and I could tell.That moment replayed in my mind over and over. The way Max had smiled so smugly, biting into the fruit without hesitation.He had chewed it, swallowed it, and even smiled at me afterward, as if mocking my attempt to expose him.Mocking me.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. There had to be an expla
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