Allison's POV.The way she was holding that syringe, the way she kept glancing at me with a forced smile, made my stomach churn.I squinted at the syringe she held up, and my heart sank. I recognized the type of syringe and its contents. It was a syringe filled with a potent poison known as ‘Cyanide-30.’ My breath quickened.“Please, just relax,” the nurse continued, her voice still sweet and calm. “This will help you feel better.”I was weak from the earlier medication and my injuries, but I knew I had to act. With as much strength as I could muster, I tried to push the trolley away. The nurse’s smile never wavered, but her eyes narrowed slightly. “Let’s make this easy,” she said, her tone turning colder. She turned away to refill the syringe with another vial, but I saw my chance. I pushed against her, trying to dislodge her from her task.“Stop it!” I shouted, though my voice was hoarse. I grabbed at her arm, but she quickly maneuvered the trolley to block me. Her expression harde
Jessica’s POV.I slammed the phone down with a force that made it rattle across the table, my frustration boiling over. The plan had failed spectacularly. Allison was still alive, and I had been forced to watch as her name appeared on the hospital’s patient list. My heart pounded with anger as I replayed the details in my mind. The plan to eliminate her had been so close to succeeding, only to unravel because of that idiot Sam.The room around me felt too small, the walls of my studio apartment closing in as I paced. My thoughts raced. I had followed William to the hospital, keeping my hood low and blending into the crowd. I had seen him enter and watched as he talked with nurses. It was clear he was visiting a patient who had survived a gunshot. The realization that it was Allison had made my blood boil. In a fit of rage, I had stormed back to my apartment and called Sam, demanding answers. “What the hell happened?” I had snarled into the phone, barely containing my fury. “Why is Al
Williams POV.I paced back and forth in my dimly lit study, the shadows of the room mirroring the turmoil inside me. The news hit me like a freight train—Jessica, pregnant. I could hardly wrap my mind around it. I hadn’t touched her since before Allison came into my life. The very thought of Jessica being pregnant, and claiming it was mine, felt like a cruel joke. I slammed my fist on the desk, scattering papers across the floor. My heart raced as I tried to process what this meant. I had thought I was done with Jessica for good. I thought the past was behind me. But now, she had managed to pull me back into her web, and I was caught in a storm of confusion and dread.My thoughts drifted to Allison. The memory of her miscarriage, a consequence of my carelessness, weighed heavily on my mind. The guilt was a constant companion, gnawing at me whenever I was alone. I had wanted to make things right, to be a better man. And now, here I was, facing the possibility of a child with Jessic
Allison's POV.I woke up groggy, disoriented, and in a place that wasn’t the hospital. The walls were bare, the room a bit dark, and the air was filled with the scent of antiseptic. I glanced around, trying to piece together my fragmented memories. This wasn’t the sterile, cold environment of a hospital. This was different, more clandestine. I realized I was in one of our secret agent hideouts—The Sanctuary. The realization brought a slight sense of relief amidst the confusion.By my side was Mia, her face was of concern and relief. She looked up from the small medical kit she was holding, her eyes softening when she saw I was awake. “Allison, you’re finally up,” she said, her voice soothing. “You were brought here right after you passed out at the hospital.”I tried to sit up, groaning from the pain that shot through my body. My bandages had been changed, and I noticed my clothes were different—new and fresh, probably taken from a nearby safe house. My mind raced as I recalled the a
Williams POV.The house was quiet as I paced back and forth in the grand living room. The news about Jessica’s pregnancy had left me in a state of numb acceptance. My bodyguards had just brought her back, along with her belongings, after confirming the pregnancy. Three months. The timing meant that the child was mine. I hadn’t wanted to believe it, but the facts were undeniable.I looked around the room, struggling with anger and resignation. This was not how I envisioned my life unraveling. The child was a reality now, and I had to accept it, even if it came with Jessica’s return. I couldn’t deny it, no matter how much I wanted to. Jessica’s presence was a reminder of the mistakes I had made, and it was impossible to escape the harsh reality of the situation.When Jessica finally stepped through the door, she took a deep breath, almost as if she was savoring her return. “It’s good to be back here again,” she said with a forced cheerfulness.Her words felt hollow, and I could barely m
Jessica's POV.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, frustration twisting my features. The pregnancy hadn't changed Williams’ feelings toward me; if anything, it seemed to push him further away. I let out a harsh laugh, feeling rage and bitterness. I thought the baby would make him embrace me with open arms, but all it did was deepen the chasm between us. The truth was, I never intended for Williams to be the father. The baby wasn’t his. It was the result of an affair with my ex-boyfriend, who had always been a thorn in my side. Even though I despised him, I couldn’t let go of the emotional hold he had on me. I’d tried to sever ties, but he had a way of worming back into my life, a weakness I couldn't escape.When I found out I was pregnant, I knew I couldn’t have the child with him. The thought of being a single mother, tied to a man I loathed, was unbearable. I wanted to use the pregnancy to secure my position with Williams. He was my way back to the top, the ladder I needed to
Allison's POV.I was alone in the quiet room, trying to find peace in the silence. The past few days had been overwhelming, and I desperately needed a moment to process everything. When Ryan, Mia, and Alex walked in, their faces were obvious they had news, and I braced myself for the news they were about to deliver.Ryan spoke first, his voice grave. “Allison, we’ve got an update. Jessica has left her studio apartment and is back with Williams.”The shock of the news hit me hard. “Back with Williams?” I echoed, struggling to comprehend. “After everything, he’s taken her back?”Mia nodded, her expression calm but firm. “Yes. Williams had his bodyguards bring her in. They confirmed she’s three months pregnant. He’s taken her back into his life, despite everything that’s happened.”A bitter laugh escaped me, unable to contain the wave of anger and disappointment crashing over me. “Of course he has,” I said, shaking my head. “Williams was always good at playing games.”Alex stepped forwa
Allison's POV.The evening sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as Edward’s car rolled up to Williams’s mansion. The massive estate stood ahead, guarded by a team of serious-looking bodyguards. I sat in the passenger seat, my heart pounding with anger and frustration. Edward glanced at me briefly before shutting off the engine.We stepped out of the car, the chill of the evening air biting at my skin. The bodyguards, stationed like sentinels, eyed us with suspicion. Edward took the lead, but I pushed past him, stepping directly in front of the guards. “I need to see Williams,” I said, my voice firm. “It’s important.”One of the guards, a burly man with a scowl, shook his head. “No visitors without prior approval.”I didn’t flinch. “Tell him Allison is here. It’s urgent.”The guard hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. I watched as he walked towards the mansion, disappearing behind the heavy front door. Edward stayed close, his presence reassuring.Minutes felt like hours as we w