Tamara's POVJesse was pacing the room in silence, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as if trying to gather the right words to say. I could see the concern in his eyes, the way his brows furrowed each time he looked in my direction.“T, I just...I need you to know it’s not your fault,” he finally said, stopping in front of me. “It’s not your fault that Isabella turned out the way she did, and it’s definitely not your fault that you were friends with her. Don’t blame yourself for any of this.”I looked up at him, my chest tightening at his words. He was trying to comfort me, but the storm inside me was still brewing. How could I not feel responsible? I had trusted Isabella, even took her as a Friend how on earth did she get connected to some Mafia clan, and now she was part of this twisted mess. “But Jesse, I should’ve known better,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I let her into my life, I believed her”“No,” Jesse cut in, his voice firm yet gentle. He knelt in front of me, his h
Tamara's POVI stood in the garden, Aunt Serena’s words lingering in my mind like a haunting rhythm. Jesse had been through so much more than I could have ever imagined. Losing his mother at such a young age, the strained relationship with his father, and then being betrayed by Christina. I felt a deep sense of pity for him. It wasn’t just pity, though. There was something more. A warmth, a protectiveness over him that I hadn’t felt for anyone before. He had come back after Aunt Serena’s revelation, his face softening the moment his eyes met mine. He walked up to me, gently pulling me into his arms. “Tamara,” he whispered, his breath warm against my neck, “I need to drive you home. Your parents must be worried.”I stiffened in his embrace, not wanting to leave just yet. “Jesse, did you tell them I was kidnapped” I asked immediately it crossed my mind He pulled back slightly, cupping my cheek. “I told them you were missing but not kidnapped and they deserve to see you. It's been a wh
Jesse's POVI was sitting at my desk, reviewing some paperwork when the sound of my office door opening snapped me from my thoughts. I glanced up and saw Olivia, standing there with that familiar, smug expression plastered on her face. “What are you doing here? What do you want again?” I asked, the words coming out sharper than intended. I had no patience for whatever game she was playing today. I have had enough already.She smiled, the kind of smile that always made my skin crawl. “Oh, Jesse, don’t be so cold. I just thought I’d drop by and see how long you plan on keeping up this little charade of yours.”My brow furrowed, confused by her choice of words. “What the hell are you talking about Olivia?”Her smirk widened as she walked with so much confidence into the room, not bothering to close the door behind her. “Here was me fusing and shaking when you wanted to arrest me for Your petty little girlfriend ooh sorry assumed girlfriend” My patience was running out. I didn't want to
Tamara’s POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains as I sat up in bed, the tension from the previous day still weighing heavily on my shoulders. Kevon’s words echoed in my mind, haunting me. He had promised to ruin everything if I didn’t choose him. And now, here I was, tangled in a web of fear, uncertainty, and guilt. I should tell Jesse. He deserved to know. But how could I, when he was already dealing with so much? I closed my eyes and sighed, trying to push the thoughts aside.A knock on my door brought me back to the present. It was Jesse, isn't he too early? I haven't had my bath. I wasn’t ready to face him, but I knew I had no choice. I had exams today, and he had promised to take me. I walked towards the door and opened it.“Good morning sunshine” he said with a broad smile but I just kept a straight look“Aren't you too early? I haven't had my bath” I questioned with a stern voice“That is not a problem, I will wait while you take your bath” he walked into the livi
Tamara's POVAs I stood there, frozen in place, watching Olivia's car drive away, I felt someone pull me into a tight hug. It took a moment before I realized it was Diana, her arms wrapped around me as if she were trying to hold me together while I broke apart.“It’s going to be fine,” she whispered softly, her voice filled with reassurance, but I couldn’t believe her. How could anything be fine now? Jesse, the man I loved, had just been arrested for something he didn’t do.My mind raced, my heart pounded, and no matter how much Diana patted my back, the tears wouldn’t stop. I was shaking uncontrollably, my body unable to cope with the reality crashing down around me.“T…Tamara...” Diana’s voice wavered as she pulled back slightly, wiping away her own tears. “Why didn’t you tell me about this? Why didn’t you tell anyone?”I blinked up at her, my vision blurry. “Because no one would’ve understood,” I choked out. “No one would have supported us. We... We didn't do anything wrong. Am tel
Jesse's POV Everything happened so fast like a nightmare seeing myself in a police station, staring like a thief caught in the act. The handcuffs were biting into my wrists as I stared hopelessly. I wasn't sure my father would want to help me out this time because I had brought Shame unto his name. Just amidst my thoughts one of the police officers came to open the prison door, Trevor was finally able to secure my release, he looked at me with an expression of sympathy. “There's a video of you and Tamara. It's not a good one but I have managed to get a hacker to get it deleted from every mobile,” Trevor explained. I signed because everything was sounding so unreal “Your Dad has brought down the case but he is very angry with you” Trevor added again I nodded absently, I couldn’t even bear to think about how my name was being dragged through the mud. I felt like a rebellious child, the black sheep of the family, and the realization gnawed at me insides like acid. I had managed to
Tamara's POVI woke up that morning feeling more relieved. I rolled over, expecting to find Jesse beside me. But he wasn’t there.A wave of worry crashed over me. Did he leave for work without saying goodbye? My heart raced at the thought, or did something happen again I questioned myself the unease getting at my gut. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. I sat up and glanced at my phone, hoping to see a message or a missed call from him. But Nothing. Just silence.I tried calling him, my heart pounding with each ring, but it went straight to voicemail. Panic began to bubble in my chest. What if something had happened to him? The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I quickly shook my head, trying to dismiss the panic.Time had gone and it was getting close to evening. Just as I was about to throw on some clothes my phone buzzed. I picked it up, and my breath hitched in my throat. It was a message from an unknown number. Hesitantly, I opened it, and my heart dr
Jesse's POV If there was anything like the worst days of one's life, then it would be these past few days. My father is disappointed in me, and the only woman I’ve ever truly loved Tamara seems to be done with me. I couldn’t blame her. But how had I let this happen? I felt broken, like everything I’d built up in my life was crashing down around me.I woke up today with my head pounding, as if it was trying to punish me for whatever mess I'd gotten myself into. The room spun as I sat up, my body heavy with the weight of everything that had gone wrong. There was a faint hope inside me that this was just a nightmare, one I’d eventually wake up from, but the cold reality was settling in faster than I could shake it off. I was in my room, alone, but that didn’t erase the memory of me in bed with Christina from the night before.Christina.My stomach twisted in knots as the fragmented images came rushing back. Her smirk, her hands on me, the look of triumph on her face. I didn’t even know
Tamara's POV The day had finally arrived. After years of challenges, long distance, and dreams, here we were standing on the edge of forever. My wedding day. I stood in front of the large mirror, smoothing my hands over the delicate lace of my wedding dress. The soft ivory fabric clung to my curves. My heart pounded in my chest as I gazed at myself, barely able to recognize the woman staring back. I looked radiant, more beautiful than I had ever felt before. My veil sat perfectly on my head, and my makeup had been done flawlessly. But it wasn’t just the dress or the makeup, it was the overwhelming joy of the day. I was marrying Jesse. The love of my life. “Tamara, you look stunning,” my mother said as she stepped into the room, her eyes glistening with tears. She hugged me gently, careful not to wrinkle the dress. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I whispered, my hands shaking slightly. “It feels like a dream.” “It’s not a dream, sweetheart,” my mother said softly. “Yo
Tamara's POVIt had been four long years since I left to study abroad, and everything felt like a blur. Four years of late nights, exams, projects, and internships. Harvard had been a dream come true, but it had also kept me away from home, from Jesse.I hadn’t gone back during the holidays, deciding to take internships at top companies to strengthen my career path. Jesse was busy expanding his family’s business, opening new branches around the world. We barely had time to visit each other, except for the phone calls and video chats that seemed too few and far between.Today, though, was different. It was my graduation day.I woke up early, excitement humming through my veins as I stared at the gown hanging in my closet. I couldn’t believe the day had finally come. I was finally graduating. I had made it through Harvard, one of the toughest schools in the world, and now… now I was ready to go home. To be with Jesse. To start the next chapter of my life.I glanced at my phone, hoping f
Tamara's POVIt had been four long years since I left to study abroad, and everything felt like a blur. Four years of late nights, exams, projects, and internships. Harvard had been a dream come true, but it had also kept me away from home, from Jesse.I hadn’t gone back during the holidays, deciding to take internships at top companies to strengthen my career path. Jesse was busy expanding his family’s business, opening new branches around the world. We barely had time to visit each other, except for the phone calls and video chats that seemed too few and far between.Today, though, was different. It was my graduation day.I woke up early, excitement humming through my veins as I stared at the gown hanging in my closet. I couldn’t believe the day had finally come. I was finally graduating. I had made it through Harvard, one of the toughest schools in the world, and now… now I was ready to go home. To be with Jesse. To start the next chapter of my life.I glanced at my phone, hoping f
Tamara's POVI blinked my eyes open, a little beam of sunlight sneaking through the curtains. The faint murmur of footsteps from the living room reached my ears, and I instinctively reached out for my phone on the nightstand. I unlocked it, eager to see the news I had been dreading and hoping for all at once. I learned that they were taken to court yesterday. I just want the outcome of it.Breaking news: Olivia and Christina sentenced to prison. Olivia, the mastermind, who is also guilty of murder received a life sentence without parole, while her accomplice, Christina who is also her daughter faces a lesser sentence of five years.My breath caught in my throat. It felt surreal. The nightmare was finally over. Olivia was going to prison for life. I tossed the phone aside and sprang up from the bed, the joy of everything lifting off me in an instant. We are free. Finally, truly free from the pain and torture Olivia and her daughter has been putting us through.I couldn't wait to tell J
Tamara's POVI woke up early the next morning, the brightness of the rising sun creeping through the curtains and illuminating the room. I turned over to see Jesse still sleeping, his face peaceful but still carrying traces of the pain he was feeling deep down. Last night had been hard, perhaps the hardest moment I had ever witnessed with him. He had cried himself to sleep in my arms, a vulnerability I never thought I’d see from him. My heart ached for him, but I knew he needed rest, and I needed to do something to help.Carefully slipping out of bed, I tucked the covers back around him and left the room as quietly as I could. The house was still so quiet, and as I made my way downstairs, I realized that I hadn’t seen any of the staff around since I’d arrived. The absence of activity made the house feel so much larger, so much lonelier. But as I walked into the kitchen, I was surprised to see the cook and a few maids bustling around.“Oh, you’re back,” I said, more relieved than I ex
Tamara’s POVAs Jesse’s car pulled to a stop in front of Kevon’s house, I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the strange tension between us. The entire drive, Jesse had been acting overly protective, going on about rules like “no touching” and “one meter apart,” all because of Kevon. I knew he was jealous, and though I teased him about it, I found it oddly sweet that he didn’t want anyone else getting too close to me. His possessiveness was something we’d have to deal with later, but for now, I had to focus on meeting Kevon.Climbing out of the car, I tugged at the baggy jeans and oversized shirt Jesse had made me wear. He was determined no one else should find me attractive today, apparently. I gave him a little wave as he drove off, his intense gaze lingering on me until the car turned the corner. Smiling to myself, I turned toward Kevon’s house, eager to catch up with my friend.As I walked up the steps, something seemed off. The front door was slightly ajar. Frowning, I hesi
Jesse's POVThe usual drive to the family mansion felt so unusual today. It felt like going to my own durgen, the same woman who had been manipulating my father and I had lived in the same mansion all these years. The betrayal and silence was pressing down on me. As I pulled up the driveway, I had once thought it was perfect until it all began to unravel. I parked and stepped out, my chest tightening with every step toward the front door. My mind was racing, wondering what was waiting for me this time.As soon as I stepped inside, I froze. The sight before me was not what I expected.Aunt Serena was standing near the entrance, her eyes red as if she had been crying. But the real shock hit me when I saw my father, sitting in the living room, his face buried in his hands. And there, in front of him, was Olivia on her knees, her wrists in handcuffs with a few police officers standing close to her. She was sobbing uncontrollably, pleading with him, but her words barely registered in my h
Jesse's POV Lying next to Tamara, felt like heaven on earth. I couldn't help but reflect on how everything was finally coming together, and yet, there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind. Christina and Olivia. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. If someone had told me they were related, I would have laughed in their face. Now, though, it all made sense. I couldn't just still believe that my father and I were caught up in the middle of the manipulation of a mother and daughter and none of us ever found out. Every step Olivia made was all part of her planned twisted game.I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. My thoughts were heavy, too heavy to shake off easily. But then I turned and saw Tamara, her body curled up under the sheets, breathing softly. Her face was so peaceful, but I could help but still feel guilty. I don't just deserve her. She deserved better than what I had put her through, and yet here she was, still by my side.The phone on the nightstand vibrated, d
Tamara's POVChristina stormed out of the room, her heels hitting sharply against the floor as the door slammed shut behind her. The tension in the air calmed down with her departure, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I exhaled a sigh of relief. I knew I had talked to her with so much boldness but I was still freaking inside, I stood still for a moment, absorbing the sudden quiet. Everything was finally falling into place. I turned to Jesse, my heart raced for him, but for a different reason now. He stood there, his posture tense, as if waiting for another blow to fall. His eyes, familiar eyes held a hint of guilt like he was doing something very bad. His look was getting softer. “I'm sorry,” he said, breaking the silence. With a very low tone, almost hesitant, as if the weight of everything around him was too heavy to bear. “I'm sorry for everything I made you go through. You didn’t deserve any of it.”I shook my head softly, stepping closer to him, wanting to close