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
Marcus point of View The drive to the warehouse was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that unsettles. The streets grew dimmer, more deserted, and colder as I ventured further. A typical spot for clandestine meetings.I wasn’t naive. This could be a trap. But I wasn’t going in blindly either.My gun was securely tucked against my side, hidden beneath my jacket. Just in case.As I parked by the warehouse, I turned off the engine and surveyed the surroundings. The place was in shambles—windows shattered, metal siding rusted, and weeds pushing through cracks in the pavement.Classic.Exiting the car, I closed the door softly behind me. The gravel crunched under my boots as I approached."Good of you to show up."The voice reverberated faintly in the open area.A figure emerged from the shadows. A tall man, dressed entirely in black. A dark coat, gloves, exuding an air of authority."You have about two minutes before I lose interest," I stated flatly.The man chuckled slowly. "Relax. I'm
Amelia’s point of View The chilly air nipped at my cheeks as I walked along the cobblestone streets, my hands hidden in my coat pockets. The peaceful town was calm that morning, as the snow softly crunched beneath my boots. Lucie had gone to deal with a work call, and I needed a breather from him. Our agreement to stay married for a year was still on, but lately, I struggled to recall why I despised him so much.Pushing the thought aside, I decided to find a café to warm up.A gentle walker greeted me as I entered the café. The delightful aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries enveloped me like a warm hug. The place was cozy, softly lit, and filled with murmurs of conversation.Approaching the counter, I scanned the menu when a soft voice beside me interrupted my thoughts."First time here?"I glanced over to see a woman casually leaning against the counter. She was striking, with long dark hair flowing over her shoulders and a refined sense of style that exuded confidence wit
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