After the meeting Thankfully, the meeting is over. Now to head on to Lucie's office so we can interrogate his PA and get her to round up her friends. Damn bitch must have planned it all. I wonder if Amelia has seen the video, I mean Lucie was all cold during the meeting so she's probably seen it and is giving him grief over it. Women, he was as clueless to the workings of their mind as an elephant had business on a plane. They were very cunning and looked you dead in the eye when hurting you. Though they had to be hurt first, women never worked without the motives and signals they received from their emotions. God, this is why I'll never get married. As Tony pondered on all this he accidentally walked into someone causing her to drop all her papers. “Oh, my bad, I wasn't looking where I was going. Bit of a klutz, that's what people usually say. Oh God, I'm blabbering I'm gonna stop now.” Tony wasn't even paying attention to anything she was saying, he was struck. Well here
Tony couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. As he left Lucie’s office, his mind raced with thoughts of Regina and the strange encounter he had with her in the hallway. Her nervousness, the way she blurted out her fears, and the fact that she was so convinced she would be fired all pointed to something deeper. He had seen many people in tough situations, but this felt different—like a desperate attempt to cover something up. Walking down the corridor, he pulled out his phone and dialed Amelia’s number. She picked up on the second ring, her voice laced with irritation. “What is it, Tony? I’m in the middle of something.” “Just checking in,” Tony replied, trying to sound casual. “I wanted to see if you’re okay after… everything.” There was a pause on the other end. “I’m fine,” Amelia said, her tone softening slightly. “Lucie’s a mess, though. He thinks I’m going to leave him over this.” “Are you?” Tony asked, more out of curiosity than concern. Amelia sighed. “I don
Lucie sat behind his massive desk, eyes fixed on the darkened screen of his laptop. The silence of his office was oppressive, broken only by the distant hum of the building's air conditioning. He couldn't stop replaying the events of the past twenty-four hours in his mind—Amelia’s cold demeanor, the scandalous video, and the look of fear in Regina’s eyes when she’d tried to explain herself earlier that day. “Goddammit,” Lucie muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples. He knew he should be focusing on damage control, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Amelia. They had just started to rebuild their relationship after months of tension, and now this. The door to his office creaked open, and Tony stepped inside, his expression serious. Lucie looked up, nodding for him to come in. “Any updates?” Lucie asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Tony closed the door behind him and walked over to the desk, his movements deliberate. He placed the folder Claire had given him earlie
Regina sat in her small apartment, a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. She’d barely slept since the incident, her mind a whirlwind of fear and regret. The events of the last few days had unraveled faster than she could comprehend, and she was starting to feel like a puppet, yanked around by strings she couldn’t see. Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, startling her out of her thoughts. She reached for it, her hands trembling slightly as she saw the name on the screen: Ivy. Regina hesitated before answering, her voice barely above a whisper. “Ivy?” “Regina,” Ivy’s voice was sharp, all business. “We need to talk. Now.” Regina swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. “What’s going on? Did you hear anything from… you know, them?” There was a pause on the other end, followed by a sigh. “Not over the phone. Meet me at the usual spot. Fifteen minutes.” The line went dead before Regina could respond. She stared at her phone, feeling the walls of her tiny a
Frank’s Point of ViewI didn’t know if posting that video of Lucie was a good idea. I knew how damaging it would be—not just to his reputation, but to Amelia as well. And yet, the moment I hit "upload," a rush of satisfaction coursed through me. It felt good. No, it felt right.Lucie deserved this. After what he did to Amelia in high school, after how he humiliated her and made her doubt herself, he didn’t deserve happiness. He didn’t deserve her. That was supposed to be me standing next to her, making her laugh, building a life together. She was supposed to be mine.And yet here I was, sitting alone in this dark apartment, watching her through my screen as if she were a character in a movie. She didn’t know I was watching. She never did. But I always did. Always.The video playing now wasn’t of Lucie. It was of Amelia. She looked so serene, standing in her living room, absently brushing her hair back as she stared out the window. Was she thinking of him? Of the life they were buildin
Chapter 50"Are you prepared, Alex?" Dickson Snake's raspy voice snapped me back to reality. His sharp green eyes scrutinized me, looking for uncertainty. I nodded firmly at him, maintaining a neutral expression. I was unsure why I showed up to compete this evening. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline I desired, the engine's growl drowning out the noise in my head. Or maybe it stemmed from my wish to regain authority over something, anything, after the chaos that had transpired in my life over the past few days. The video. Lucie was kissing—or at least that’s the impression it gave. The picture of his lips on a different woman replayed endlessly in my thoughts, a harsh cycle I couldn’t break free from. It wasn't meant to trouble me. This union wasn’t genuine; it was merely a year-long agreement to meet his family's demands and pay off my debts. But why did it hurt?I gritted my teeth, pushing the thought aside.This wasn't the time to feel sorry myself. I wasn't that girl anym
Amelia's Perspective"Amelia!" My dad's voice interrupted the tranquility of my room, snapping me out of my thoughts. Rolling onto my side, I sat up, waiting for him to continue."He's here," my father announced, stepping aside to reveal Lucie behind him.Lucie seemed different, vulnerable. His usual confident demeanor was replaced by hesitance, a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes."Baby," he murmured tentatively as he cautiously entered the room, as if expecting me to shut him out.With a sigh, I acknowledged my father with a nod of gratitude as he left us alone. Motioning for Lucie to sit beside me, I observed him closely.Perched on the edge of the bed, Lucie appeared like a child awaiting reprimand, fidgeting nervously with clasped hands."I'm truly sorry, love," he confessed in a low, trembling voice. "I was drunk and upset that night, and... and it happened. I regret it deeply."His words lingered in the air as I studied him, recognizing a newfound sense of guilt in him, a de
Chapter 52Amelia's point of View "Ready for today?" Adonis's familiar, cheery voice interrupted my anxious thoughts."Sort of," I confessed, smoothing the delicate material of my blue floral dress. "But I'm nervous."Today marked the launch of our fashion brand, a project I had invested so much of myself into. Months of preparation, design work, and meetings had all led to this moment. While I was excited to see everything come to fruition, there was an underlying fear gnawing at me.Adonis chuckled and took hold of my arm, his playful grin spreading across his face. "Nervous? You? I thought strong women don't get nervous?"I couldn't help but laugh at his teasing, although the knot in my stomach persisted."Hey," he said more seriously, his tone softening. "Relax. You've got this, Amelia. You're going to nail it. Now, go out there and show them who you are."He leaned in and planted a friendly kiss on my cheek, his warm gesture easing my nerves."Thank you," I said softly, muster
Mike’s Point of ViewThe walk to Jack’s house felt like an eternity. Each step weighed heavy, not just on my feet but on my soul. Apologizing to Jack felt like trying to piece together shards of glass it was bound to hurt, but it was necessary.For years, jealousy had consumed me. It wasn’t just the envy of his life or the love he shared with Nancy; it was the feeling of always being overshadowed, always living in the shadows of his happiness. I had convinced myself that his success and love life had stolen something from me. And because of that twisted perspective, I had made choices that I could never undo.But now, standing outside his door, I realized the only way forward was to own my mistakes and seek forgiveness, no matter how undeserving I felt.Jack opened the door, his face a mixture of surprise and guarded curiosity. He didn’t say anything at first, just stepped aside to let me in. I walked into the living room, memories flooding back good ones, ones I had tainted with
Angel’s Point of ViewI couldn’t stop pacing. My heart raced with every step, my mind playing out every worst-case scenario I could imagine. Ace had barely said a word since we returned home. The tension between us was suffocating, thick and unyielding.He sat in the living room, his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor as if it held all the answers to the chaos that had just unfolded. His silence was more terrifying than any argument we could have had.I watched him from the doorway, my chest tightening with guilt and fear. He hadn’t looked at me, hadn’t said anything about what Morana had revealed. It was as if he was retreating into himself, shutting me out completely.I couldn’t take it anymore.Tears blurred my vision as I turned and rushed to our bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the cold wood. The tears came fast and uncontrollably, shaking my entire body.How could my father have done this? How could he have been r
Amelia's Point of ViewThe drive home was unusually silent. Ace and Angel had left in a hurry, no doubt to process everything privately. Meanwhile, I found myself in a car with my father and Uncle Nick, the two men who had just uncovered secrets that could have shattered us all.Lucie’s hand rested on mine, his thumb gently stroking the back of it in reassurance.I leaned into his warmth, grateful for his steady presence. Today had been a whirlwind, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about any of it.My mind kept circling back to Morana. Her confession had been shocking, but the CCTV footage… that was the nail in the coffin. Seeing everything play out, hearing the heated argument, and watching the chaos unfold—it was like stepping into a nightmare.The way my father had reacted, the guilt that had clouded his face when Morana revealed the truth, stuck with me. He looked like a man who had been running from his demons for years, only to find them waiting for him all along.We arrived at m
Mike’s Point of ViewThe weight of their stares bore down on me like a hammer. Their expressions were etched with disbelief, anger, and betrayal. I had known this day might come, but I wasn’t prepared for the crushing silence that filled the room. It was deafening, worse than any words they could have hurled at me.Angel’s tear-streaked face was the first to pierce through my defenses. Her voice, shaky but firm, broke the silence.“Dad…” she said, her tone trembling between sorrow and rage. “Please tell me this isn’t true.”I let out a breath, heavy with the burden I had carried for nearly two decades. My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists at my sides. There was no escape now, no more lies to hide behind.“It’s true,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I did it.”Gasps erupted around me, and I winced as if their collective shock were physical blows. My eyes darted to Angel again, hoping to find some semblance of understanding in her gaze, but all I saw was devast
Morana’s Point of ViewI stood there, my hands tucked into the pockets of my jacket, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. The crisp afternoon air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat that burned in my chest. Eighteen years. I had waited eighteen years to speak the truth, and now, as I faced them, the moment felt heavier than I had imagined.Nick stood at the front, his expression hardened, but I could see the confusion in his eyes. He didn’t trust me he never had since that day. I couldn’t blame him. Not after what he saw.“Do you remember,” I began softly, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside me, “eighteen years ago when I told you to tell your brother to leave the country with Nancy and the kids?”Nick’s brow furrowed as he nodded, but his confusion deepened.“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked, his tone sharp, impatient.Letting out a slow breath, I turned my gaze to Mike. There he was the cause of all this pain. The man w
Uncle Nick’s Point of ViewThe morning air was crisp as I leaned against my desk, staring at the message on my phone for the hundredth time. Morana’s words haunted me:"I’m tired of hiding. Bring your family and meet me at this spot by 4 PM. I’ll come clean and tell you my part of the story."The text felt unreal, almost like a trick, but it was our first solid lead in years. Was this truly the end of our search? Could we finally put all of this behind us?Yet, I couldn’t shake the unease. Why now? Why after so many years of silence? And why would she want us all there?I pocketed my phone and made my way to the living room, where Ace and Amelia were already waiting. They both looked tense, their eyes betraying a mix of anticipation and distrust. Lucie stood beside Amelia, his protective stance clear as day. Angel sat close to Ace, her presence a calming force in the storm that brewed between us.Then there was Mike Angel’s father. He had been jittery since the message came through,
Uncle Nick's Point of ViewThe weight of the meeting still lingered in my mind as I paced my office. Mike’s sudden decision to leave everything behind gnawed at me. It didn’t make sense. Mike was never one to back down, not without a reason, and certainly not when it came to protecting his daughter, Angel.I ran a hand through my graying hair, my jaw clenched. My mind spun with theories, but none seemed to stick. Something wasn’t adding up.“This isn’t over,” I muttered, slamming my hand against the desk.I looked out the window, the city lights twinkling in the night. The world moved on as if nothing was amiss, but I knew better. Secrets had a way of bubbling to the surface, and in this family, secrets were our currency—and our downfall."I’m also a Mafia leader," I said aloud to myself, the words biting with bitterness. How could I, Nick Sinclair, who built an empire on loyalty and fear, be standing in the shadows, clueless about what was happening right under my nose?Shaking my
Mike’s Point of ViewSitting in my office, I stared out the window, watching the world move along as if nothing had happened. But my chest was heavy, my mind racing. My daughter, Angel, was too close to discovering the truth. Her determination to find Morana terrified me.For years, I had buried the truth, locked it away in the deepest corners of my mind, and covered it with layers of lies. But now, with Morana’s name being spoken again, the past I had tried so hard to forget was clawing its way back to the surface.I picked up my glass of whiskey, my hands trembling as I took a sip. My mind wandered to that day eighteen years ago when everything changed.It was a cold evening. The air was thick with tension as I stood in the dimly lit room, the gun heavy in my hand. Morana was across from me, her arms crossed, her face as stoic as ever.“Since you don’t want to get the job done, I guess you go,” I said, my voice steady but my heart pounding.She didn’t flinch. Morana was never one
Ace’s Point of ViewThe drive back to the mansion was silent, tension hanging in the air like a thick fog. Angel sat beside me in the passenger seat, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her knuckles were pale, her expression unreadable as she stared out the window.My mind was racing. Uncle Nick’s revelation about Morana had been a bombshell none of us were prepared for. The idea that our mother’s death wasn’t due to illness but murder by someone we trusted was unbearable.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather creaking under my palms. “I can’t believe he kept this from us,” I muttered, breaking the silence.Angel glanced at me, her expression softening. “Ace, he thought he was protecting you and Amelia,” she said gently.“Protecting us?” I scoffed. “By lying to us our whole lives? By letting us believe our mother died of natural causes when it was anything but?”Her hand reached out to touch mine, but I pulled away, my frustration too raw to accept comfort.“Nick had no