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
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
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 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
Amelia's point of view:"I don't think this is a good idea, Lia," my older brother, Ace, said softly, looking at me.A sigh left my lips; he had been overprotective again."It's just one party, Ace, and I promise if anything happens, I'll call you," I begged him.But he still shook his head at me."Don't you understand that those kids will make fun of you because you are...""Fat?" I asked with a tilted head.A sigh left his lips before looking away."Look, I'm just trying to help you out here. Don't go to the party. Stay with me. We could both watch a movie, do anything you want, Amelia. Just don't go," he said softly, his eyes searching mine."I want to go, Ace, that's all I asked. If anything happens, I'll call you and never go to any party again, I promise," I whispered."Let her go; she's going to be the one crying back," I heard someone say from the door.Turning my head, I looked into the eyes of my father, a scold on his lips."But Dad-" Ace mumbled."Enough; she wants to go, s
Amelia's point of view:"Wow," I whispered, looking at the house in front of me.No, not a house; it's a freaking mansion."Cool, right? One of the school basketball players, Toney, owns it," Frank said.Nodding my head, I looked outside the window; I could see people moving, which made my heart race."You could just go; I'll wait here for you," I mumbled softly, looking at him with a smile.Only to receive an eye rollback."Get your pretty ass out!" Frank ordered, hopping out of his car.A sigh left my lips before whispering a little prayer.I needed it; I needed the prayers.Frank opened the door for me, his head tilted to the side."I'll protect you, Lia, just like I always do," he said softly.Nodding my head, I wrapped my fingers in his.Then hopped out."If anything goes wrong, I'm leaving," I stated."Whatever you say, boss," Frank said, making me giggle.With that, we walked towards the entrance.I could already feel people's eyes on us, watching our every move.Maybe they are
Amelia's Point of View:"Wake up, it's time for school!" my father said bluntly.Rolling my head, I gave him a small smile to which he returned."I see you didn't come back home crying, guess everything was fine, right?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.Nodding, I thumped him up, and he chuckled before walking out of my room.Letting out a breath, I slowly rose from my bed.I think I'll tell my Dad to homeschool me; all this isn't working out, especially what Toney said. But I have to think positively, right?Shaking my head, I walked toward my closet, then brought out my black hoodie and baggy pants.I didn't want people staring. Walking towards the toilet, I looked at myself in the mirror. Slapping my tummy, I watched it bounce back like water, making me groan. I think I should start working out soon. Maybe I eat too much.Shaking my head, I walked into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me. I pulled off my clothes, then grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste, going thro
Amelia's Point of View:"Why is this fat girl coming towards us?" I heard Lucie ask loudly, making the room feel smaller with his booming voice.Not this, Lord, anything but this.I could feel Toney throwing glances at him, but he didn't care."What do you mean? She's friends with us, Lucie," Alex mumbled with a frown.Lucie let out a chuckle before shaking his head. Then he stood up from his chair and walked out of the class, leaving everyone with dropped jaws."Did I do something?" I asked with a frown."No, he's just a grumpy ass," Toney mumbled with a smile. "Come on, let's study," he whispered softly.Nodding my head, I walked toward the empty seat next to Frank. By the time I was about to sit down, a guy from the back pushed the chair, making me fall.Immediately, I let out a cry of pain when I landed on the ground. "Sorry, didn't see you there, piggy," he said with a laugh, making everyone join in the laughter.My eyes welled up with tears as I continued to stare at the boy.
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