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
Amelia’s Point of ViewThe car ride was suffocatingly silent.Lucie’s hand rested on my thigh, his grip protective but tense. I stared out of the window, watching the city lights flicker as we drove farther from the hospital. Every movement sent a dull ache through my body, a reminder of what Morana Azalea, and Monica had done to me.Lucie hadn’t spoken much since we left. His anger simmered just beneath the surface, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might shatter.We finally pulled up to an iron gate that slowly creaked open, revealing Lucie’s family estate in the distance, an intimidating blend of elegance and authority.Lucie gave my leg a gentle squeeze."We’re here," he said quietly.I only nodded, too drained to speak.As we entered the grand house, the warmth of the space didn’t quite reach me. The tension in the air was thick, and it wasn’t just because of what had happened.Lucie’s mother, Verena, was the first to greet us. Her presence was both commanding and comforti
Amelia's point of View:"This isn't a good idea" my uncle said while walking around the house.I told him the plan Lisa McVey had to get Morana which he didn't agree too."Come on uncle please" I said softly."No Amelia, you lived with me for two years, I trained you for two Years and you saw how hard it was getting that woman" he said firmly while I shook my head."But Lisa is also a strong leader and maybe her plan might work" I suggested."A plan where you have to fight a dangerous Mafia woman?" He asked with a raised eyebrow while I nodded."Maybe you and Lisa should discuss" my dad told my uncle who just rolled his eyes."I don't like women that doesn't listen, but I'll think about it" he said then sat down on the chair."Anything from your wife?" I asked my brother Ace who shook his eyes."She told her father, but he hasn't said anything yet " he replied while I nodded."What if I race her?' I asked softly Which made my uncle laugh."Yes you are good at racing but not this kind
Amelia's Point of view Why did I agree to race Morana despite my injuries?Every twinge in my body intensified with each sharp corner I navigated. Clutching the steering wheel, my strength waned. Vision blurring momentarily, I realized I was pushing myself too far.Then it happened.Morana's sleek black car effortlessly overtook me, reaching the finish line before I could catch up.My heart sank.No.Before I could process the defeat, a loud explosion sounded in the distance."Damn!" I gasped, slamming on the brakes instinctively.Exiting the car, I staggered onto the pavement, coughing as smoke billowed into the air.Surveying the scene, I saw the wreckage. Metal fragments strewn about, distant fires burning. The traps we set were meant to trap Morana, but something had gone awry. Very wrong.Coughing and holding my ribs, the pain was sharp but bearable.Footsteps approached. Calm, measured.Turning my head slowly, I saw Morana.She walked towards me, unfazed by the chaos. Her black
Lucie’s Point of view:"Amelia!"I shouted my wife's name, my voice filled with panic cutting through the thick smoke. My heart raced in my chest, beating faster than I thought possible.No response.Just the distant crackling of fires and the creaking of weakened metal filled the air."Amelia!" I cried out again, desperation gripping my throat.Still no answer."This is serious, Lucie," Tony muttered beside me, coughing from the smoke, his hands trembling.Debris covered the ground metal shards, concrete pieces, remnants of the once orderly racecourse now resembling a battleground.I felt the sting of smoke in my eyes, wiping away sweat with a shaky hand.Where could she be?I turned around, searching despite the pain in my ribs.Amelia had been right behind us. She should be here.Then I noticed Amelia’s uncle nearby, tense, holding his phone tightly. His face grim, jaw clenched. Without a word, he walked away from us, disappearing into the haze.I grasped Tony’s arm."We must keep
Amelia's point of View: "Did she say anything or do anything to you?" Lisa asked me while Lucie layed me on the bed."Said I should say away from her, if I don't want problems" I replied softly.Everyone was in the room, my friends and Lucie's parents expect from Frank.I wonder where he was."I think we should though" my uncle mumbled making my dad look at him."Really?" Dad asked with a raised eyebrow.While he nods."We shouldn't just attack like that, we need a good plan, Morana isn't someone we can just run and attack" he said."So what? We let her do crazy thing like that?" Tony asked while my uncle nods."For the sake of Amelia, you see what she did, she almost killed her for God sake" he yelled."I think he's ready " Osiris said while his wife nods "Alright, the plan is to not do anything and let her do her things right?" Ace asked while everyone nods."Alright, we should probably move to another country for a while, especially Amelia, she needs it tho" my brother mumbled.
Regina's PerspectiveIt has been three days since Tony and I decided to pretend that I was unaware of Ivy's actions. Acting like everything was normal around her turned out to be more tiring than I had anticipated. Her constant watching and following me everywhere made me feel uneasy. It seemed like I was always on edge, expecting something to happen, but nothing ever did, which made the situation even more unsettling.It felt like Ivy was enjoying playing mind games with me. She never confronted me or said anything suspicious, but her continuous presence felt suffocating. I would see her around every corner, in the kitchen, in the hallway, and even outside when I went for some fresh air on the porch. It was as if she was waiting for me to make a mistake.With my boss and his family away, I had no valid reason to leave the house. Without work, I was stuck spending more time under Ivy's watchful gaze.I needed a break.That's why I arranged a date with Tony.Our bond had been growing
Marcus point of View:Looking at the two loving couples I couldn't help but smirk, poor Regina.I thought while watching them, I couldn't wait for Frank to give me the order."Poor ivy" I mumbled with a smirk.When I noticed them coming out, I stood from my standing place and walked away, when I saw Tony coming Towards me.When I left, I dialed Frank's number."Any plans? Tony is now friends with Regina" I told him while walking towards my car.Frank let's out a breath."There's no need on aiming at Regina again" he said making me frown."Why?" I asked him."Heard some news that Lucie and Amelia are out of the country, so we can't use Regina anymore" he said before ending the call.Frowning, I let out a hiss before entering my car."What a waste of my time" I mumbledSitting in my car, I held onto the steering wheel tighter than necessary, Frank's words echoing in my mind repeatedly."What's the point of targeting Regina again?"What was the meaning behind that statement?Regina was a
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