FIVE YEARS AGOVIVIAN I walked alongside Clara, my feet dragging a little as we made our way to the cafeteria. It was just another day at the orphanage.The smell of food, the clatter of trays, and the distant chatter from the other kids should have been comforting, but it wasn’t.“Vivian, snap out of it.” Clara nudged me playfully, her energy always the opposite of mine in moments like these. “What’s got you looking all broody?”I sighed, shoving my hands in my pockets. “Just…thinking.”“Oh no, that’s dangerous. What are you thinking about this time? Something to do with him?” Clara shot me a knowing look, raising an eyebrow.I rolled my eyes, though a small smile tugged at my lips. Clara always knew how to pull me out of my head. “Not this time. Just…life, I guess.”Clara grabbed a tray, sliding it onto the metal rails as we approached the food line. “Life, huh? That sounds serious.”“Well, I’ve been here for years now. Watching people come and go, getting adopted. And I’m still…he
VIVIAN Mr Daniels’ expression grew more intense as he leaned closer, his eyes locking with mine.He cleared his throat before continuing, his voice low. "Your parents were working on a case, Vivian. A case that involved the Andersons. They were close to exposing some... very dangerous truths about them."I blinked, my mind racing. "A case? What kind of case?"He sighed deeply, glancing down at his clasped hands before looking back up at me. "They had evidence..solid, undeniable evidence…of illegal activities tied to the Andersons’ business. Money laundering, fraud, worse. Your parents were set to bring that evidence to court. They were going to take them down."I shook my head slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. "But why kill them? Couldn't they have... I don't know, settled it some other way?"Mr Daniels’ face darkened. "When people like the Andersons are threatened, they don’t play fair, Vivian. They have resources, connections. “They’re dangerous. Your parents weren’t just a
PRESENT DAYJACKI sat there, staring at her as the words left her lips. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat reverberating in my ears. The room seemed to close in on me as she spoke, her voice steady, too calm for what she was revealing."He helped me get closer to your family," she said, her eyes hardening with every word. "Mr. Daniels. He wasn’t just some lawyer. He planned it all. He worked his way into the Anderson family, gaining your parents' trust."My throat felt tight as I tried to comprehend her words. “He was our family’s lawyer for years…”Vivian gave a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Exactly. That’s how he did it. He wormed his way in. And when Mrs. Anderson was looking for someone to take Lily’s place, guess who convinced her that I was the perfect choice?”The room spun. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The man I’d known for a long time now, the man who’d been at every family event, sitting at our table during holidays… he’d been playing us all along.V
JACKVivian swallowed hard, her gaze shifting to the floor before meeting mine again."I wanted to. I planned to do it all... from the moment I stepped into your family’s world," she whispered."But then..." She paused, her hands trembling slightly."Then what?" I demanded, still trying to hold back the fury building inside me.Her breath hitched. "Then I started falling for you, Jack."The words hung between us like a storm cloud. I blinked, unable to process what she'd just said.Vivian continued, her voice now unsteady. "I didn’t expect it. It wasn’t supposed to happen. But as I got to know you, the real you... everything changed. I started to drift away from my mission."I clenched my jaw, my anger boiling over. "You expect me to believe that?" I spat. "That you just conveniently fell in love with me while you were planning to destroy my family?"Vivian took a deep breath, her eyes pleading with me to understand. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's the truth. That’s why I couldn’t
VIVIAN I sat on the side of the bed my fingers tracing invisible patterns on the laps as the muffled voices of the police officers outside echoed through the room. They were inspecting the car. I could hear the faint murmur of their radios and the sound of footsteps shuffling on gravel as they found the gas canister I'd placed inside the trunk.But I was careful. I wore gloves. There wouldn’t be any prints.The thought of what I had just confessed to Jack swung in my mind.I had finally told him everything. No more lies, no more half-truths. The look in his eyes…shocked, angry, betrayed…still played in my memory. But I didn’t regret it. He had to know the truth, even if it destroyed what we had.But this wasn’t the end. Not yet.I leaned back, exhaling slowly as the cold truth settled deeper within me. His parents… they still had secrets, twisted ones and I would uncover them all. My mission wasn’t over. I couldn’t let it be. But now, with this new life growing inside me, every
VIVIAN My heart stopped.How was the footage missing? My mind scrambled for answers as I stared at the blank screen. This couldn’t be real.The officer frowned, clicking through the system again, but it was the same result…nothing. I was so shocked, my throat suddenly became dry as I fought to keep my face neutral.“Looks like a technical issue,” the officer muttered, almost to himself.I shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Jack. His expression didn’t waver , but I noticed the faintest flicker of tension in his jaw."The footage... it must’ve been corrupted," the officer said, standing up and running a hand through his hair.Jack’s voice was steady when he finally spoke. “We’ve had a few issues with the system since the last time there was a break-in. Maybe the intruder tampered with it, and it’s been glitching ever since.”His words flowed out smoothly, without hesitation.The officers exchanged glances, nodding as though it made perfect sense. “That could explain it,” one of them
SEBASTIAN I sat down at the kitchen counter, absently chopping vegetables, my mind wandering far from the task I was busy with. The rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board usually soothed me, but today it was just background noise to the thoughts swirling in my head.Vivian.She hadn’t reached out. Not once.I glanced at the clock, knowing she was supposed to be deep into her mission by now…..trying to get that injection sample from Jack. I’d been waiting for her call, for any update, but nothing came. The longer I waited, the more this gnawing feeling of unease settled into my chest.Was she alright? Did something go wrong? I reached for my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen. I could dial her number right now, hear her voice, demand to know what was happening.But then, I dropped the phone back onto the counter with a sigh.What was I doing? I couldn’t keep chasing her, not when she had made her choice so clear. She had rejected me, after all. My feelings
SEBASTIAN "Come sit," I told Clara, gesturing toward the table. "I just finished cooking."She raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised but followed me anyway. I pulled out a chair for her, trying to shake off the strange feeling that was still lingering from Vivian’s sudden text.As Clara sat, I began to serve the food. Despite being half-burned, it was salvageable. I served her a portion, offering a faint smile.“I hope you’re hungry.”Clara looked at the food, her eyebrows furrowing in curiosity. "You cook?""Yeah," I shrugged, handing her a fork. "Gotta eat somehow, right?"She laughed, but it was a soft, nervous laugh. I could tell she wasn’t fully comfortable, likely as confused about all of this as I was.Clara hesitated for a moment, but then she took a bite. Her eyes widened slightly as she chewed, the tension from earlier lifting just a bit.“This is... actually really good,” she said, sounding almost surprised.I chuckled, leaning back in my chair. “Thanks. Thought I might’v
VIVIAN I took a deep breath as I looked down at my daughter, Callie, standing in front of me, her big blue eyes piercing through mine….Oh she looked just like me. “Mommy, you’re beautiful,” she said with a bright smile, her little hands clutching a bouquet of flowers. “Thank you, sweetheart,” I replied, my heart swelling with love. “You’re the most beautiful flower girl in the whole world.” As I gazed at her, I couldn’t help but marvel at how much she had grown in just three years. It felt like just yesterday that I held her in my arms for the first time, and now she was here, radiant and full of joy, ready to be part of my special day. Taking her hand, I walked slowly toward the church doors. The moment I stepped inside, a hush fell over the guests, and every head turned to face us. I felt like a scene from a movie, the soft light filtering through the stained glass illuminating the path before me. My heart raced as I took it all in, overwhelmed by the love that surroun
THREE YEARS LATER The art gallery buzzed with excitement as guests admired the vibrant paintings, each piece telling a story of passion, struggle, and triumph. The space was beautifully lit, with soft music playing in the background. Clara stood at the front of the room, a warm smile on her face as she addressed the crowd.“Thank you, everyone, for being here tonight,” Clara began, her voice filled with emotion. She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the people who had come to support her. “This gallery has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember, and seeing it come to life tonight is nothing short of surreal.”The audience clapped politely, and Clara took a breath, glancing at the art behind her before continuing. “I’ve always believed that art is a reflection of our journey….the ups, the downs, the moments that define who we are. And tonight, I’m honored to share that journey with all of you.”As the applause quieted down, Clara’s expression softened, and h
VIVIANWe barely had time to close the door before Jack's hands were all over me. His lips crashed against mine, hungry, desperate, as he backed me up against the wall, his body pressing firmly into mine. My heart raced, matching the rhythm of his rapid, heated kisses. He pulled my coat off, tossing it aside with a low growl as his fingers traced over my skin, igniting every inch of me.“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he murmured against my lips, his hands slipping down to the tip of my dress, ready to pull it up.But just as the heat was building between us, Jack’s phone buzzed. He ignored it, not breaking the kiss, his hand already sliding up my thigh. The buzzing continued, persistent, as he groaned in frustration, finally glancing at the screen.“It’s the family lawyer,” he muttered.I stilled, pulling back just enough to catch my breath. “You should probably answer that.”Jack sighed, clearly annoyed, but nodded. He pulled out his phone, pressing the speaker button.
VIVIAN I stared down at Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, their faces pale with shock and fear, the heat from the bathroom still suffocating them as they struggled to breathe. The air felt thick, choking, but I could feel nothing but the cold satisfaction swelling inside me."Do you even know who I am?" I asked.Mrs. Anderson's tear-filled eyes darted to mine, confusion twisting her features. "Wha…What are you talking about?" she stammered.I knelt down, bringing my face closer to hers. "I'm Vivian Thompson," I said slowly, watching as the realization dawned in her eyes. "The daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. The lawyers you murdered years ago... and made it look like an accident."A gasp escaped her lips, her face draining of any remaining color. She turned to her husband, who was equally as stunned, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to process my words.“No… no, that’s not true!” Mr. Anderson croaked, his voice hoarse from the heat. “We didn’t….”“Don’t lie,” I snapped,
VIVIAN I followed Jack out of the room, my heart beating so fast as we made our way down the hallway to his parents’ bedroom. The weight of my swollen belly slowed me down, but the urgency in Jack’s stride kept me moving."Why would she be calling from inside the house?" Jack muttered under his breath, his brow furrowed in confusion.We reached the door to his parents’ room, but it was silent. Jack pushed it open, revealing an empty space. The bed was neatly made, and everything was in its place, but there was no sign of his parents.“Mom? Dad?” Jack called out, his voice echoing.No answer.I glanced around, a sense of unease crawling up my spine. "Jack… where are they?"Just as Jack was about to speak, we heard a faint voice coming from behind the bathroom door. His mother's voice, weak and strained. “Jack… we’re in here. Help us…”Jack’s eyes darted to me, his expression filled with worry. We moved closer to the bathroom door, and Jack knocked softly. “Mom? What happened? Why
SEBASTIAN I sat on the edge of the couch, my leg bouncing as I kept glancing at the clock. Two minutes late. Not that I was counting…okay, I was, but only because I couldn’t wait to see her. This was, what, our tenth time meeting? And yet, the butterflies in my stomach still showed up every single time.I leaned back, rubbing my palms together. Tonight was the night. I was finally going to ask Clara out….make this official. Vivian had been the one to introduce us, though she still swore it wasn’t a setup. I knew better, though, and I wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.Just then, I heard the door click open. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I turned toward the sound. I’d given her a key a few days ago, so now she had free access to my place. Too soon? Maybe, but it just felt... right.As she stepped inside, looking as perfect as always, I tried to play it cool, but my grin betrayed me. "Two minutes late," I said, crossing my arms in
VIVIAN As soon as the door to the room clicked shut, I let out a long breath, sinking onto the bed, my swollen belly feeling like it weighed me down more than usual. Jack leaned against the door, his face cracking into a wide grin."Well, that was something," he whispered, his voice low as he walked over to me.I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension we had carried all day finally dissolving in the privacy of our room. "Tell me about it," I replied, shaking my head. "I didn’t know you were such a good actor, pulling out that blood-soaked handkerchief like you were actually dying."Jack smirked, sitting down beside me and brushing a hair from my face. "Me? I wasn’t the one who had tears streaming down my face, convincing everyone I was terrified for my life. You nearly had me convinced."I laughed harder this time, placing a hand on my stomach, feeling the baby shift inside me. "I surprised myself, to be honest. I didn’t know I could turn on the waterworks like that. The trick is to
JACKI stepped out of the car and moved quickly to Vivian's side, offering my hand to help her out. Her belly had grown significantly, and she placed her hand in mine with a soft smile, her baby bump already showing at seven months. She moved slowly, careful with every step, and I held onto her protectively, steadying her as she place her feet on the floor."Easy there," I murmured, squeezing her hand gently.She sighed, resting her free hand on her swollen stomach. "Feels like I'm carrying a whole football team in here."I chuckled, trying to ease the tension I knew we both felt as we stood outside the my parents house. The maids rushed over to take our luggage, bowing respectfully. We nodded at them, though our minds were elsewhere."Welcome back, Master Jack," one of the maids greeted.I barely acknowledged her, my thoughts too focused on what was waiting inside. Vivian and I exchanged a glance, the same unspoken understanding passing between us. We had known this day was comi
Mrs Anderson I leaned back in the armchair, my hands trembling as I reached for the glass of water on the side table. My body ached in ways it never had before, my chest tight, my energy depleted. It was as if my very life was draining away, piece by piece.It had been months since I started feeling this way…months of unexplained fatigue, dizziness, and sharp pains that came out of nowhere. I had tried to convince myself it was nothing, just a sign of aging, but deep down, I knew something was wrong. Something far worse.Business wasn’t going well either. Of all the wealth and assets we had carefully built, only the original four companies remained profitable. Everything else... it was falling apart. Investors pulling out, partners abandoning us, deals crumbling before our eyes.My husband was faring no better. He had become irritable, plagued by constant headaches and chest pains, but like me, he tried to dismiss it, burying himself in what was left of our failing empire. We h