All Chapters of Watch Me; SHINE : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Tony’s Point of ViewI sat at the corner of the dimly lit room, leaning back in my chair as Ivy and Marcus took their seats across from me. Regina lingered near the door, her arms crossed as she observed. It felt like a fragile truce was in place, the air thick with tension, yet there was a glimmer of determination in everyone’s eyes.“Well?” I started, looking at Marcus. “What did Ivy tell you? And more importantly, what made you agree to join us?”Marcus leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. His sharp gaze met mine. “She told me about your plan—Lucie’s plan—to bring Frank down. She also mentioned the stakes.” He glanced at Ivy briefly before continuing. “I agreed because I’ve had enough of Frank’s games. He’s reckless, and it’s clear he’ll take us all down with him if we don’t stop him.”I nodded, though I didn’t fully trust him yet. “Good. So now we’re on the same page. The question is, how do we find Frank?”Ivy shifted in her seat. “Regina and I have been keeping tabs

Gabby’s Point of ViewAfter leaving Amelia and Lucie, my steps felt heavy as I made my way back to my apartment. The streets around me blurred as my thoughts ran rampant. Doubt, fear, and helplessness weighed on my chest like a boulder. My mind replayed the conversation with Amelia, her words echoing in my ears: “We’ll get him back. I promise.”What if she was wrong? What if this plan failed and Frank found out? What if he decided to hurt my son? The idea sent a shiver down my spine. My son was the only thing I had left to fight for, and yet, I felt like every move I made pushed him further into danger.I reached my building and climbed the steps to my apartment slowly. The familiar creak of the old staircase didn’t comfort me this time. Once inside, I locked the door behind me, leaning against it as if that would somehow keep Frank and his influence at bay.The silence of the apartment was oppressive. I dropped my bag on the couch and walked to the window, staring out at the city. T

Amelia’s Point of ViewThe morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of the small café where Gabby and I had arranged to meet. It was a neutral, quiet place far from prying eyes and ears, perfect for the conversation we needed to have. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted the cup of coffee in front of me, nerves eating away at my resolve.I glanced at the door, waiting for Gabby to arrive. The plan Lucie and Tony had laid out was simple on paper, but the execution relied heavily on Gabby and me keeping our cool in the face of a man as dangerous as Frank.The bell above the door jingled, and Gabby stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room nervously before spotting me. She walked over quickly, her movements hurried and jittery, betraying her own unease.“Amelia,” she said, sliding into the seat across from me. Her voice was low, her tone almost pleading.“Gabby,” I replied, offering a small smile to ease the tension. “Thank you for coming.”She nodded, folding her hands on

Frank’s Point of ViewI sat in the dimly lit study, the weight of silence pressing against me. The room, with its dark oak furniture and faint smell of cigar smoke, had always been a place of solace—a space where I could think, plan, and control. But tonight, the air felt heavy, suffocating almost.The flickering light of the single desk lamp cast long shadows on the walls, dancing like specters as my thoughts churned. I tapped a pen rhythmically against the polished surface of the desk, my mind circling the same gnawing suspicion over and over again.“Why do I have a feeling Gabby isn’t with us anymore?” The thought came unbidden, a whisper of doubt that refused to be silenced.Leaning back in the leather chair, I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. “She wouldn’t,” I muttered aloud, as if saying it could somehow make it true. Gabby had no choice. I had her son under watch, his every movement tracked. She wouldn’t dare cross me—not with that kind of leverage hanging ove

Tony’s Point of ViewThe call to Lucie weighed on me like a ticking bomb. There wasn’t much time to waste. Frank was already suspicious, and if we didn’t act soon, he’d tighten his grip on Gabby and her son.I stood in my office, phone in hand, pacing back and forth. The shadows outside stretched long across the walls as the evening crept in. The plan we’d come up with wasn’t perfect—far from it—but it was the only chance we had to pull Gabby out of the hole she was in.Finally, I hit the call button. The line rang twice before Lucie’s calm voice answered.“Tony,” he greeted, his tone clipped but composed. “What’s the update?”I took a deep breath, cutting straight to the point. “We need Gabby’s address. It’s time to make our move.”Lucie paused, and I could hear faint background noise on his end—probably from the quiet streets of Switzerland where he and Gabby were holed up. “Why do you need her address?”“She has to call Frank and feed him some misinformation,” I explained. “We’ve c