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William's pov - I sit comfortably in my cabin, a sly grin tugging at the corners of my lips as I watch the live news coverage of Michael's downfall. Oh, the sweet taste of victory! It's a sight that brings immense satisfaction to my heart. Michael, once a rising star, now stands helplessly in the face of scandal and public scrutiny. "You can't get on top, Michael," I mutter to myself, relishing the moment. "I will pull you down, always." As the news continues, I revel in the chaos and turmoil that engulfs Michael's life. It's a carefully crafted plan, orchestrated with precision to expose his true colors to the world. Julie, my ally in this game of deception, plays her role flawlessly, ensuring that Michael's reputation crumbles under the weight of the allegations. But this is just the beginning. I am not content with his mere downfall. No, I want to see him suffer, to witness the destruction of everything he holds dear. Hatred courses through my veins as I recall our bitter rivalr
William's pov - I am eagerly watching the live news coverage of Michael's downfall. The satisfaction that had filled me earlier now transforms into seething anger as I witness an unexpected turn of events. Abigail, that conniving woman, has entered the scene, taking charge and leading Michael away from the clutches of the media. A surge of rage courses through my veins as I witness Abigail's audacity to interfere, to stand by Michael's side and shield him from the storm I carefully orchestrated. How dare she inserts herself into our game? How dare she take control and manipulate the situation to her advantage? I clench my fists, my knuckles turning white with the intensity of my fury. This was not part of the plan. Abigail was not meant to play a role in Michael's redemption. It was supposed to be me, the architect of his downfall, who would revel in his demise. But no, Abigail has stolen the spotlight, becoming the unexpected savior in this wretched tale. I watch in helpless frust
Abigail's pov - I can feel the weight of the situation pressing down on us as we gather in Michael's cabin. The walls seem to close in, mirroring the mounting tension in the room. We know that time is not on our side. Less than a month remains, and the impending impact on the business looms over us like a dark cloud. But the presence of Julie, a pawn in William's game, threatens to unravel all our plans. Jack, his face etched with frustration, paces back and forth. "Damn it, Michael! How did we let this happen? Julie is nothing but a tool for William, and now she's causing havoc in our lives." I can sense the frustration building within Jack, and I share his sentiments. This turn of events has put our entire strategy in jeopardy. It's clear that William sees Michael as his rival, and Julie is just a means to an end. I gather my thoughts, trying to come up with a solution. "Jack, we need to think strategically. We can't let Julie's actions dictate our course of action. We have to tu
Abigail's pov - Our preparations with the tech team are finally complete. We've arranged for three different hotels as backup options, just in case Julie denies the first one. We can't afford any slip-ups in our plan. The tension hangs in the air as we approach the crucial moment. It's time to make the call to Julie. I turn to Michael, my voice filled with a mix of anxiety and determination. "Put the call on the loudspeaker, Michael. We need to ensure that everything is recorded." Michael nods, his fingers poised over the phone. He dials Julie's number, and as the line connects, my heart skips a beat. A seductive voice greets us on the other end, calling out Michael's name. I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy and disgust, but I push those emotions aside. This is all part of the plan. Michael takes a deep breath as the call connects, his voice filled with a confident charm. "Julie, it's been too long. I can't resist the urge to see you tonight. How about meeting me at the Carlt
Julie's pov - I've been eagerly anticipating this day since the moment I laid eyes on Michael back in college. All those stolen glances, the subtle exchanges of flirtation—they were all leading up to this moment. And now, finally, I have him. I'm getting ready to meet him, and I want to look my absolute best. I stand in front of the mirror, carefully applying my makeup. I opt for a sultry, smoky eye, accentuated by a touch of shimmering gold. My lips are painted a bold shade of crimson, perfectly matching the fiery desire burning inside me. With each stroke of the brush, I feel myself transforming into the irresistible woman I've always wanted to be. As I finish my makeup, I turn my attention to the dress I've chosen. It's a form-fitting black cocktail dress that hugs my curves in all the right places. The neckline plunges slightly, teasingly showcasing a hint of my décolletage. The back is open, revealing just enough skin to leave Michael yearning for more. The dress is my weapon,
Michael's pov - As I wait for Julie's arrival, my mind races with anticipation and anxiety. So much is riding on this night, on her confession. Will she finally reveal her truth, or will our plan be doomed to failure? But I have to pretend properly as she can't guess my feelings. Suddenly, a soft knock on the door jolts me from my thoughts. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, and make my way toward the entrance. As I open the door, there she stands, a vision of beauty that takes my breath away. She really got ready for me. Poor girl, I have to break her heart. "Julie," I say, my voice laced with awe, "you look absolutely stunning." A faint blush tinges on her cheeks, adding a touch of innocence to her allure. She glances down, a shy smile gracing her lips, before meeting my gaze again. "Thank you, Michael," she replies, her voice filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "And you look incredibly handsome in that white cotton shirt and pants." Her words
Abigail's pov - As I watch Michael and Julie draw closer, my heart sinks and an unsettling heat courses through my veins. It's all part of the plan, I remind myself, a trap to expose Julie's conspiracy with William. But the sight before me still ignites a fiery jealousy deep within. Michael's touch on Julie's skin sends shivers down her spine, and I can't help but feel a pang of envy. Her delicate frame quivers under his caress, and in that moment, I wish it were me in her place, feeling his warmth, his affection. But I know this is merely a charade, a carefully orchestrated act to expose her deceit. Every sweet word that slips from Michael's lips, every loving gesture he makes towards Julie, fuels the flames of jealousy within me. I find myself captivated by their pretend intimacy, even though I know it's all part of the plan. The way he brushes his lips against her skin, the tenderness in his touch—it's all an act, but it stirs a storm of emotions inside me. The realization that
Abigail's pov- As Julie's eyes meet mine, a mix of disbelief and betrayal flashes across her face. The truth has been unveiled, and she realizes that the love between her and Michael was nothing more than a well-executed charade. The shock and anger radiating from her gaze are palpable, and I brace myself for the storm that is about to erupt. Her voice trembles with a combination of hurt and rage as she looks at Michael, her voice laced with disbelief. "You...you were plotting against me? This...this love was all just a performance? How could you, Michael?" I step forward, meeting Julie's gaze head-on, my voice firm and resolute. "Julie, we had to uncover the truth. The accusations you made against Michael were false, and we needed to expose your deceitful alliance with William. It was the only way to clear Michael's name." Julie's voice quivers with emotion as she pleads her case. "But I love Michael, with all my heart. Isn't that enough? Shouldn't he be with me?" I take a moment