Tony’s Perspective Sitting in the chilly hospital waiting room, I couldn't help but notice my trembling hands, my gaze fixed on the floor. Quietly, I pondered, "What should my next move be?" The image of Amelia barely conscious in the passenger seat haunted me as I hurriedly brought her here. Memories of the explosion, the ensuing chaos, kept flashing in my mind. What if I hadn't been there on time? What if I had delayed a minute longer? I pushed away those thoughts firmly. Leaning forward, my elbows on my knees, I rubbed my face wearily. Contemplating whether to contact her father, Mr. Monroe, I hesitated. He wouldn't take the news well. If I called him now, he might create a scene in the hospital searching for answers. But Ace, he would know how to manage this situation. Without further delay, I dialed his number. He picked up after the second ring. "Tony?" Despite my tightened throat, I managed to speak. "Ace... it's about Amelia. There was an explosion, a bomb in her
Amelia's point of View:Waking up felt like hell.I didn't remember what happened till my memory kicked in When I woke up, I saw my husband Lucie sitting alone, staring at his hands.On my left was where my dad and brother Ace stood, they all looked lost."Did someone die?" I whispered softly while trying to sit up."Amelia!" They all said together before shushing towards me.I gave them a smile then let out a small hiss when I felt the pain on my neck."You remembered what happened?" My husband asked while I nodded my head."The last thing I remembered was Gray calling me , and when I answered the call, I heard nothing form the line, then my car exposed" I said softly.My dad nods his head."Is Gray fine?" I asked softly looking at them.My brother, ace nods his head before letting out a breath."Turned out the people that called you, stole his phone a week ago, so he doesn't really know who they are or what they look like" ace said while I nodded."And Tony?" I turned to my husband
Amelia's point of View:"So you telling me the crazy lady is after you?" Han asked me for the 10th time while I sighed."yes, but I'll kill her, no need to worry" I said with a yawn.everyone was in the room, I meant everyone.even Angel my brother's wife.who hasn't said anything to us.I don't think she understands English."so what? no plans or anything?" Adonis asked.turned out they already met at the model party which made me sad knowing I can't match them together."we are thinking about one, first Amelia has to heal" Lucie said."love sick cow" Han mumbled making me chuckle while the others shook their heads "The thing about Morana, she won't do anything for a while, she knows everyone will be looking for her, so she might hide for a while till everyone forgets about her or what happened yesterday" Dad said while everyone nods."so we are going to plan something secretly, till she attacks first " Ace continued."Alright, the plan is to find some of her men, and beat the shit
Franks point of View:Watching Amelia and Lucie leave the hospital i felt angry all over again.I planned to visit her, with some flowers, dropping them on the hospital ground, I let out a heavy sigh.Why is my plan not working?I payed those men to exposed the car, Hoping I could use it as a way to separate them but it only made them closeGrabbing my phone I dialed ivy number, I haven't heard from them for a while now, which got me confused.I hope that girl hasn't left me with everything."Ivy?" I said when the call connected."Yeah?" She replied her voice sounded weak not like the ivy I knew."Where's Regina ivy?" I asked her.After hearing her mumble she yelled "shit!""Ivy??" I yelled. She has messed something up."Shit, Frank, we went out and I can't find her, fuck, I must have drank too much" ivy whispered.Letting out a chuckle I shook my head."Find her, or your gone" I said before ending the call then made my way towards my car.I have to find her before she leaves the coun
Chapter 59Regina point of View;Letting out a breath I moved my head noticing I was in a room.My clothes were off."Shit!" I whispered while moving around to grab them from the ground."You good?" Someone said making me squeal only to see a man, a really handsome man.What happened last night?The only thing I could remember was going out with ivy.Then she walked towards the bathroom leaving her phone with me.That's when I saw a text from Frank.Telling her to keep watching of Mr Lucie and his wife.I was honestly confused why ivy was keeping watch on my boss.But when I was walking towards her, with her phone with me.I bumped into this man.And her phone dropped."I'm Tony" he introduced."And I have some questions to ask you" he said with a smile, while i nodded."I'm friends with your boss Lucie, and I believe you are in trouble Regina" he continued."Why? Do you think that?" I asked softly."Well for start, your friend ivy is working with someone that hates Lucie, and you are
Ivy point of View:As the call ended I felt my heart drop, how could I be so careless to let Regina out of my sight that way"I need to find here before frank and Marcus find me."Think ivy, where did she go?" I mumbled to myself.The last thing I remembered was me going to the bathroom and then when I got back she wasn't there but my phone was."Ughhh!" I yelled while holding my hair, I was having a crazy headache and Regina wasn't helping at the momentLetting out a breath, I decided to just call her, when she tells me where she is I'll just go get herEasy right?Just as I was about to click her number.I heard a knock on the door, Making my heart dropWould it be Frank??I thought before shaking my head."Just go check it" I mumbled then walked towards the door slowly."Ivy??" I heard Regina yell from the door.Fuck! I mumbled then open the door."Where have you fucking been?" I asked softly wrapping my arms around her.One I was happy she was back, that means frank won't kill me.
Frank’s Point of ViewThe city lights flickered against the windshield as I drove through the dark streets, my mind swirling with anger and frustration. Ivy finally called, saying Regina was back.Good.But I wasn’t stupid. Something was off. Ivy’s voice didn’t have that same cocky tone she usually carried. She was hiding something.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white.Ivy was disposable. Regina was not.If Regina slipped through my fingers again, everything I had planned would crumble.No, I wouldn’t let that happen.I needed control. Complete control.I pulled into a dark alley, parking the car. The silence was deafening, the city noise distant. I pulled out my phone and dialed Marcus.He answered on the first ring.“Where are you?” I barked.“Outside Ivy’s place, like you told me,” Marcus replied coolly. “Been watching for hours. No movement.”“She’s in there. Regina too. But I don’t trust Ivy. Not anymore.”“You want me to take care of it?” Marcus
Frank’s Point of ViewThe cold night air did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me. I leaned against the car, staring at the quiet street where Ivy lived, my mind racing.How did everything start falling apart so quickly?Regina was supposed to be a pawn in my game, nothing more. Ivy had one simple job—keep her in line. And yet, here I was, standing in the dark, wondering how both of them managed to screw everything up.I clenched my fists.No, this wasn’t over. Not yet.I turned to Marcus, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, casually scrolling through his phone."Anything?" I asked, my voice sharp.He glanced up, shaking his head. "Nothing. They’ve been quiet. Ivy’s still inside."I let out a slow breath, trying to steady myself."They’re hiding something," I muttered. "I can feel it."Marcus gave me a look. "You think Regina’s working with someone?"I nodded slowly."She didn’t just disappear overnight without help. Someone's protecting her."Tony.The name crept into my min
Lucie’s POVThe cold air bit into my skin as I walked back to the villa, but I hardly noticed it. My mind was spinning, pieces of the puzzle slowly clicking into place, yet the full picture still eluded me.Frank.It wasn’t about me. It never was.Gabby was just a pawn in something bigger. Frank was after something more personal.Amelia.Why else would he go through all this trouble? It wasn’t about me—it was about her.But why?I yanked my phone from my pocket and dialed Ace.If anyone would know, it would be Amelia’s brother.The phone rang a few times before his gruff voice answered."What?"I didn’t waste time."Ace, I need to ask you something. And I need you to take it seriously."There was a pause."I’m listening.""Did Frank ever have a thing for Amelia?"Silence.Then a scoff."Frank? What are you talking about?""I’m serious, Ace. Think back. Did he ever act weird around her? Too interested? Anything?"Another pause."Why the hell are you asking me this?""Because I think Fr
Lucie’s POVThe cold air bit into my skin as I stepped out of the villa, pulling my coat tighter around me. My breath curled into the night sky in shallow puffs, but I barely noticed.I had one goal.Find Gabby.I needed answers, and I wasn’t going to wait for them to fall into my lap.Gabby wasn’t here by chance. She had a reason, and if Frank was behind this, then she was just a pawn in something much bigger. But that didn’t excuse her. Whatever game she was playing, it was messing with Amelia—my Amelia—and that was something I couldn’t let slide.I walked through the dimly lit streets, the crunch of snow under my boots the only sound in the quiet night. The resort town was calm, people tucked away in their cabins, unaware of the tension threading through my veins.Gabby wouldn’t be far. She wasn’t stupid. She’d stay close enough to keep an eye on things but far enough to avoid suspicion.My mind raced as I headed toward the smaller rental cottages near the edge of town. That’s whe
Lucie’s POVI sat in the leather armchair, staring at the flickering flames in the fireplace, but my mind wasn’t here.It was on her.Gabby.Seeing her again had felt like getting hit by a freight train I never saw coming.This wasn’t part of the plan.Not here. Not now.Why was she here?I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the strands tightly, my jaw clenched.Amelia had noticed something was off. Hell, I hadn’t even tried to hide it.I hated how easily Gabby slipped into Amelia’s orbit, how quickly she made herself seem harmless. Friendly.But she wasn’t harmless.Not to me.And definitely not to Amelia.The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became.Gabby showing up here couldn’t be a coincidence. She was many things, but lucky wasn’t one of them.This was planned.By who, though?I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, and grabbed my phone off the table.There was only one person who might have some answers.Tony.If anyone kept tabs on the old crowd, it was him.I scroll
Gabby’s POVThe soft hum of the café filled the quiet air, blending with the faint clinking of cups and the low murmur of conversations. The morning crowd had come and gone, leaving only a few customers scattered around. I leaned against the counter, staring at the steam curling from a fresh pot of coffee, letting the warmth wash over me.But my mind wasn’t on coffee.It was on him.Frank.The man who made deals feel like death sentences.My phone buzzed in my apron pocket, the vibration rattling against my ribs. I didn’t need to check the screen. I already knew who it was.Slowly, I pulled it out and stared at the name flashing across the screen.Frank.I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered, pressing the phone tightly to my ear."Yeah?"A deep, smooth chuckle echoed through the line."Now, that’s no way to greet me, Gabby."I closed my eyes briefly, steadying my breath."What do you want?"There was a pause, long enough to make me uneasy."Just checking in. Wondering if ever
Amelia’s POVThe next morning, sunlight streamed through the frost-covered windows, casting a pale glow across the room. But the warmth of the light did nothing to thaw the tension that had settled deep in my chest.Lucie’s words from last night echoed in my mind."There’s more to Gabby than you know. And if you keep digging, you’re going to regret it."But regret or not, I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in my gut. Gabby wasn’t just some girl from Lucie’s past. She was connected to something bigger, and Lucie was hiding it.I stood by the window, watching the snow drift lazily to the ground. Lucie was still asleep upstairs, and I knew confronting him again would only lead to another argument.So I needed answers.And I wasn’t going to get them from him.I grabbed my coat and quietly slipped out of the villa, the cold biting at my skin. My boots crunched softly on the thin layer of snow as I made my way to the small café in town where Gabby said she worked.It was early, but the
Amelia’s POVThe cold air burned my lungs as I rushed back to the villa, my boots crunching harshly against the snow. Gabby’s words replayed in my head, louder with each step."Lucie isn’t as innocent as he pretends to be. And I’m not the victim everyone thinks I am."She wasn’t lying. I could see it in her eyes—the steady confidence, the way she didn’t flinch.But what did that mean?Had Lucie lied to me all this time?No. He couldn’t have.But if that was true, why did he react the way he did when I mentioned Gabby? Why did he shut me out?I reached the villa, nearly tearing the door off its hinges as I stormed inside."Lucie!" I shouted, my voice echoing off the high ceilings.There was no response.I kicked off my boots and marched through the house, checking every room. Finally, I found him in the study, leaning over some papers.He looked up slowly, calm and composed.But that calmness only made my anger flare."We need to talk," I snapped.He arched an eyebrow. "About what?""D
Amelia’s POvThe cold air bit at my skin as I stepped outside, the snow crunching beneath my boots. I pulled my coat tighter, my breath curling in the frigid morning air. The streets were quiet, blanketed in white, but my mind was anything but calm.I didn’t know where I was going exactly, but I knew I needed to find Gabby.If Lucie wouldn’t give me answers, then I’d get them myself.My steps were fast and determined, each one fueled by the frustration boiling in my chest.Gabby had been too composed when we met. Too perfect.And now that I knew who she was or at least who I thought she wat all made sense.Tony had told me about her. About how Lucie used to bully her. But something wasn’t adding up.Why was she here now?And why did Lucie look like he’d seen a ghost when I mentioned her name?I needed to know.After some time wandering through the snow-covered streets, I found myself at a small café on the corner. Warm light spilled from the windows, contrasting the dull gray sky.And
Amelia's Point of view The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow in the room.I lay still, watching the ceiling, hearing Lucie's steady breaths beside me. Sleep had deserted me long ago.A troubling sensation gnawed at my chest.Gabby.It was no mere coincidence.I couldn't dismiss Lucie's reaction from last night when I mentioned her name. The flicker in his eyes, the tension in his voice. He knew more.I needed explanations.Turning towards him slowly, I found him still asleep, his messy dark hair and peaceful face contrasting with the turmoil within me.Disrupting his peace pained me, but I couldn't let this go.Not this time.Quietly slipping out of bed, I put on a sweater to ward off the morning chill. The villa was silent, save for the faint crackle of dying embers in the fireplace. I gazed out the frosted window, watching the snow fall softly and persistently.Yet, the tranquility outside didn't reach me.Hearing a stir behind me, I saw Lucie
Amelia’s POVLater that evening, I sat by the large window of the villa Lucie and I had rented, watching the snow fall in delicate flurries. The fire crackled behind me, casting flickering shadows on the walls and filling the room with a comforting warmth. Yet, despite the cozy atmosphere, my mind was far from settled.Gabby.There was something about her that lingered, something I couldn't shake off no matter how hard I tried. She seemed familiar, but I was certain we'd never met before. At least, not that I could remember.Her eyes, the way she spoke, it was all too… calculated.I pulled the knitted throw tighter around me and sighed, my breath fogging up the cold glass."You're quiet."Lucie’s voice cut through the silence, smooth and steady, but with an undercurrent of curiosity.I turned to see him leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. His usual cocky smirk was absent, replaced by something softer. Concern, maybe."Just thinking," I replied, my voice