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LEO’S POVI settled into my office, trying to shake off the anxiety that clung to me. My assistant called over the phone and I picked it up, his tone was serious.“Michael’s drug dealing has come to light,” he said, in a voice low.“We followed a series of processes before confirming the information.”I leaned back in my chair, feeling the weight of the news settle heavily in my gut.“What do you mean by processes?”He hesitated, gathering her thoughts.“We conducted background checks, traced some financial transactions, and even consulted with a few contacts. It seems the person he’s been visiting in the psychiatric hospital is someone he caused her injury—made after a reckless driving incident linked to drug use.”I cursed under my breath, knowing all too well how reckless Michael could be. I had warned him about the dangers of playing with fire, but he had brushed me off.“Do we have any details on who he’s been visiting?”He affirmed, I could see his brows furrowing. “We believe it
RACHEL'S POVI sat in my room, the weight of the past pressing down on me as memories flickered through my mind like old film reels. The incidents happening right now felt eerily intertwined, almost like pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t quite fit together.Could it be that someone was orchestrating this entire game? I found myself asking that question for the fifth time, searching for clarity amid the confusion. Leo had gone to work, while I was stuck here since I was not feeling too well. The other couples were busy planning their weddings, their lives moving forward while I can’t even think straight!Josh and the other hosts were frantically trying to figure out how the blackout had happened and what occurred during those critical moments of darkness.I mean, how I claimed someone pushed me.With every passing moment, I felt the tension build, and I knew that whatever was happening had implications far beyond our immediate reality. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were all mere pawn
CECILIA'S POV After I managed to console Rachel, I sent her home, hoping she would find some peace after the chaos of the day. The threats had rattled her, and I felt a deep sense of protectiveness toward her. Just as I settled down on the couch, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Michael.When I answered, I could tell right away that he was drunk. His slurred words and unsteady voice made it clear he was in no state to be alone. “Cecilia, I need you,” he mumbled, his tone heavy with frustration and sadness.This isn’t the first time he called me like this. He always does that if something terrible happened to him, yet he is so blind when it comes to my feelings.“I’ll be right over,” I promised, concern gnawing at me. I hurried to grab my keys and headed out, hoping I could find him before he got himself into more trouble.As I arrived at his place, I noticed the lights were dimmed, and loud music thumped through the walls. I knocked on the door, and
CECILIA'S POVAs I turned to walk away, I felt his hand grip my arm, pulling me back toward him. Before I could fully process what was happening, he enveloped me in a hug. The warmth of his embrace both comforted and enraged me. I struggled to break free, pushing against his chest, but he only tightened his hold. “Cecilia, please,” he murmured, his voice muffled against my shoulder.“Just let me explain.” “Let me go!” I shouted, but there was a tremor in my voice that betrayed my true feelings. He finally released me, but not before looking deeply into my eyes. “I need you to hear me out,” he said, desperation clear in his gaze.“I’ve been in love with you for so long. I never stopped, but I always felt like I wasn’t good enough for you.” My heart raced at his confession, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice.“Michael, you can’t just say that now. Not after what happened last night.” “I know! I messed up,” he said, frustration lining his features.“But I’ve been strug
RACHEL'S POVAs I sat in the back seat, the weight of the day pressing down on me,I gazed out of the window, trying to clear my mind. The streetlights flickered past, casting eerie shadows that danced across the interior of the car.Suddenly, something caught my eye—a doll lying by the side of the road. My heart raced as I recognized the doll.It was my doll.The doll in my room.It was terrifying, with cracked porcelain skin and a bloodstain smeared across its back. A shiver ran down my spine, and I gasped, my instincts screaming that something was very wrong.“Stop the car!” I shouted, my voice tinged with panic. But the driver didn’t respond. He just kept driving, seemingly unfazed by my plea. I wondered how he had not stopped. Well, you might wonder where I was coming back from, I went to meet my lawyer over some new evidence and I did not realise I would come back so late.I leaned forward, my anxiety rising.“I said stop!” I repeated, desperation creeping into my voice. Stil
LEO’S POVThe call came in just as I was about to wrap up for the day. I glanced at my phone, my heart sinking when I saw Bug’s name flashing on the screen. Something was off.“Leo,” Bug's voice was tense, and that alone sent a chill down my spine. “It’s Rachel… she’s been kidnapped.”The world around me suddenly faded into a blur. I couldn’t process what he was saying. “What? What do you mean kidnapped?” My pulse quickened, each beat resonating in my ears like a war drum.“They grabbed her on her way home. We’re trying to track her location now, but we need you to get to the police station immediately.”Without thinking, I bolted out of my office, nearly knocking over my chair in the process. My mind raced, panic and adrenaline coursing through me. Rachel—she was in danger. I could barely breathe as I rushed to the elevator, my heart pounding in my chest.The doors slid open, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground floor with a force that matched my urgency. As I desc
LEO'S POV “What’s our next step?” I asked the officer, urgency lacing my voice.“Right now, we’re compiling a description of the suspect,” he replied, motioning to the forensic team working on their computers.“We’ll use facial recognition software to see if we can match him against any known criminals in the system.”Just then, Bug burst into the room, his face a mixture of concern and determination. “Leo, I’ve got something,” he said, urgency in his voice.“What is it?” I asked, my heart pounding in anticipation.“My boss once told me that she will put tracking device on all her shoes right Sarah Eli’s murder and I think it is linked to her macbook in the office” Bug said, bringing outa macbook that probably belongs to Rachel.“She said on it for safety reasons.”“Right,” I said, nodding.“She wanted to make sure we could always find her if anything happened again.” Bug continued“We can track her location using that device,” Bug said, pulling out his phone. “If she’s wearing those
LEO'S POVAs I stepped further into the abandoned building, my heart raced. In the flickering light, I spotted Rachel, tied to a chair, her eyes wide with fear.Panic surged through me as I noticed a group of men emerging from a dark room, their expressions menacing.What made my blood run cold was the sight of a bomb strapped to her body, wires and a digital timer blinking ominously. My instincts kicked in, and I couldn't think of anything else but getting to her.I rushed toward Rachel, my heart pounding in my chest.“Get away from her!” I shouted, adrenaline coursing through my veins. The men, however, just laughed, their eyes filled with malice. One of them held a remote, taunting me with it.“Step closer, and we’ll set it off,” he sneered.“Leo, don’t!” Rachel pleaded, her voice trembling. But I couldn’t back down. I took another step forward.In an instant, pain exploded in my leg as I felt a sharp sting; I had been shot. I stumbled but focused on Rachel, who was looking at me
RACHEL’S POVI was stunned, frozen in place as Lily’s words echoed in my mind. She knows Someone pushed me? Why is she just telling me now?“What?!” I gasped, my voice sharper than I intended, cutting through the tense silence in the room. Lily’s eyes darted toward the door, her hand quickly gesturing for me to lower my voice. “Tell me,” I demanded, gripping her shoulders, my voice now a trembling whisper. “Who is it?” Her hesitation hung thick in the air. “It’s…” Just as she opened her mouth to reveal the truth, a sudden knock shattered the fragile moment, sending my heart racing. The atmosphere shifted instantly, tension rippling through the room like an electric charge. I felt my grip tighten on Lily’s shoulders as dread crept into my chest. Who was at the door? And did they already know what Lily was about to tell me? "Tell me… who is it?" I insisted, my voice trembling with urgency, completely ignoring the knock. Lily hesitated, her lips parting as if to final
RACHEL'S POVI insisted the hospital discharge me because I had to go to the police station. First, someone pushed me into the pool, and then I was kidnapped. Now, I can't shake the feeling that something even worse is about to happen. A sense of dread lingers, the air thick with the weight of impending danger. The tension inside me grows as I try to make sense of the chaotic events, my heart racing with fear and uncertainty.As I entered the station, my mind replayed all the horrifying moments I had endured in his place, each memory like a fresh wound reopening.“Oh, you're here to see me too?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of surprise.“Also? Was someone else here too?” I asked, a sense of confusion creeping into my voice. He chuckled softly, the sound sending an unsettling chill through the air.“I guess you're unaware. He didn’t inform you? The person who caused your kidnapping?” he said, smiling, but there was something in his expression that made me freeze. He wasn’t joking
MICHEAL’ S POV“Cecilia… listen! Just listen,” I urged, trying to soothe her, but she was far too wound up, pacing back and forth like a storm about to break.“Don’t tell me to calm down! I need to deal with Leo. How dare he treat his younger brother like this? Why is he being so cruel to you?” Her voice was sharp with anger, each word carrying the weight of her frustration.A strange warmth filled me, knowing someone was this fiercely on my side. Perhaps I should have held onto her years ago, made her mine when I had the chance.“Cecilia, please… calm down,” I said gently, hoping to steady her.“Don’t tell me to calm down!” she snapped, grabbing her jacket, preparing to storm out. But before she could take another step, I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her close.She froze, her breath hitching as I held her tight. I leaned down, my lips close to her ear, my voice a soft murmur. “I’m okay. I promise,” I whispered, letting each word linger. “And besides, time heals ever
LEO’S POV“What do you mean I’m the cause of everything?” I asked, my voice tense. He grinned mischievously.“You think I’d just tell you? No, that’s a puzzle for you to figure out,” he replied, leaning back with a smug look.I could tell he was playing mind games, trying to throw me off balance. But if I played my cards right, there was a good chance I could get him on my side.“Alright, listen,” I said, keeping my tone steady. “I have an offer for you. Tell me who hired you and the price he promised. I’ll give you triple whatever he’s offering.”He smirked, his expression unreadable.“I’m sorry, but you can’t give me what I want.”He replied, and I chuckled, matching his mischievous grin. “You sure about that? Money? I’ve got plenty. Connections? I have those too. And power? You know well enough that I’m number one on the list of Las Vegas’ most powerful bachelors. As far as I’m concerned, there’s a limit to what your employer can do for you—but his limits are like infinity compa
LEO’S POVWe’ve been enemies for years, and nothing unusual happened. But the moment we started caring for each other, the strange occurrences returned, darker and more unsettling.As I drove to meet Micheal, a plan already forming in my mind, my phone rang. Rachel. Her voice was filled with urgency, and the next words she spoke left me cold."What?!" I shouted, slamming my foot on the brake. My car jerked to a stop, my heart racing as if it might tear through my chest."Dave has never been in prison?" I asked, my voice low, but the disbelief was clear. I clung to the steering wheel, knuckles white. "No," Rachel confirmed, her voice shaky. "There are no records of him in the prison database." That was it. Dave was involved—he had a hand in all of this madness. My pulse quickened, thoughts spinning as I tried to piece it all together."I’m coming. I’ll get back to you," I said, my voice strained. Hanging up, I pressed the gas pedal, my mind now consumed by questions.As I drove, I dia
RACHEL’ S POV I know things have been awkward between us lately. We were at loggerheads just weeks ago, but this variety show brought us closer than I ever expected. "Leo..." I called, and he looked up at me. He was sitting a bit far away but moved closer, settling next to me. "Yes?" he answered, his eyes locking with mine. I have so many questions I want to ask him, especially now, but I don't know how to begin. "Could you hand me my phone?" I asked, stretching out my hand. He passed it to me, and I played a video before handing it back to him. He watched it, and I could tell he remembered. "I think this is where everything between us started," I said. It was a video of the day my dad was hit in that tragic accident. For a long time, I believed Leo was responsible, but over the months, doubt crept in. The video felt too real to dismiss, but part of me started wondering if I had been wrong all along. Maybe, just maybe, I should’ve asked instead of blaming him from the start. B
LEO'S POVAs I stepped further into the abandoned building, my heart raced. In the flickering light, I spotted Rachel, tied to a chair, her eyes wide with fear. Panic surged through me as I noticed a group of men emerging from a dark room, their expressions menacing. What made my blood run cold was the sight of a bomb strapped to her body, wires and a digital timer blinking ominously. My instincts kicked in, and I couldn't think of anything else but getting to her. I rushed toward Rachel, my heart pounding in my chest. “Get away from her!” I shouted, adrenaline coursing through my veins. The men, however, just laughed, their eyes filled with malice. One of them held a remote, taunting me with it. “Step closer, and we’ll set it off,” he sneered. “Leo, don’t!” Rachel pleaded, her voice trembling. But I couldn’t back down. I took another step forward, my resolve unyielding. In an instant, pain exploded in my leg as I felt a sharp sting; I had been shot. I stumbled but kept my focus o
LEO'S POVAs I stepped further into the abandoned building, my heart raced. In the flickering light, I spotted Rachel, tied to a chair, her eyes wide with fear.Panic surged through me as I noticed a group of men emerging from a dark room, their expressions menacing.What made my blood run cold was the sight of a bomb strapped to her body, wires and a digital timer blinking ominously. My instincts kicked in, and I couldn't think of anything else but getting to her.I rushed toward Rachel, my heart pounding in my chest.“Get away from her!” I shouted, adrenaline coursing through my veins. The men, however, just laughed, their eyes filled with malice. One of them held a remote, taunting me with it.“Step closer, and we’ll set it off,” he sneered.“Leo, don’t!” Rachel pleaded, her voice trembling. But I couldn’t back down. I took another step forward.In an instant, pain exploded in my leg as I felt a sharp sting; I had been shot. I stumbled but focused on Rachel, who was looking at me
LEO'S POV “What’s our next step?” I asked the officer, urgency lacing my voice.“Right now, we’re compiling a description of the suspect,” he replied, motioning to the forensic team working on their computers.“We’ll use facial recognition software to see if we can match him against any known criminals in the system.”Just then, Bug burst into the room, his face a mixture of concern and determination. “Leo, I’ve got something,” he said, urgency in his voice.“What is it?” I asked, my heart pounding in anticipation.“My boss once told me that she will put tracking device on all her shoes right Sarah Eli’s murder and I think it is linked to her macbook in the office” Bug said, bringing outa macbook that probably belongs to Rachel.“She said on it for safety reasons.”“Right,” I said, nodding.“She wanted to make sure we could always find her if anything happened again.” Bug continued“We can track her location using that device,” Bug said, pulling out his phone. “If she’s wearing those