“What is it?” I asked. "Open it. It might brighten your week if you’re willing to show," Mia said, her smile unwavering. I forced a small smile in return, though the weight of suspicion lingered as I cracked open the card. "Oh." Mia glanced around the apartment, her eyes lingering on the covered
I greeted them both, but Mia's cold silence in response sent a chill down my spine. Something was amiss. "Hey! What's going on?" I asked, trying to dispel the tension. Timothy sighed, glancing at Mia before responding, "Hey, Evie. I was about to head out with you, but your mother here seems to hav
Mia waved her hand dismissively. "Evie, Kamran was probably doing what he thought was best. It didn't seem like he cared much about Stella in the matter." My annoyance flared. "You're defending him? This makes Timothy look bad too!" Mia shot me a condescending look. "Evie, sometimes you're so desp
As we walked through the lavish home, Mia greeted everyone with a warm smile, introducing me as her beloved daughter. The opulent surroundings seemed to amplify the tension, and Timothy's presence became an unspoken challenge. Mia, however, glossed over any potential discomfort, determined to mainta
Mia's claim that we hailed from a wealthy background rattled me to my core. My memories flashed back to my lower middle-class father, struggling to pay bills and drowning his sorrows in alcohol. I had to chip in at a young age to make ends meet. The stark contrast between Mia's illusions and the rea
The sudden outburst drew the attention of everyone around us, creating a chaotic scene. "What's going on?" Timothy demanded, his voice edged with concern and confusion as he took my hand. Monica, seemingly in distress, pointed accusingly at Timothy. "You! You're the one! You did this to Stella!"
"Evie," she said, her tone dripping with barely concealed disdain as she capped off her lipstick. "To what do I owe the displeasure?" I swallowed hard, bracing myself for the confrontation. "Scarlett, I... I need to talk to you." She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "I'm listening." "Look
TIMOTHY POV The noise of the party faded as Timothy was pulled upstairs by Andy, the dimly lit hallway becoming a backdrop for an unforeseen confrontation. As they reached the guest room, Andy swiftly locked the door behind them, sealing them in a space where secrets would unravel like a tightly w