All Chapters of Watch Me; SHINE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lucie’s Point of view As I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt. The navy-blue button-down I wore clung perfectly to my frame, paired with dark slacks that Amelia had once told me made me look "less threatening." Whatever that meant.Tonight wasn’t about looking intimidating.Tonight was about Amelia.After everything that had been happening—with Gabby, Frank, and this creeping tension that seemed to follow us like a shadow—I needed to remind Amelia why we were in this marriage in the first place.Even if it had started as a contract, it had become something more.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as I pulled up in front of the villa. Through the window, I saw her.Amelia.Damn.She stood by the doorway, wearing a long, deep green dress that hugged her perfectly. Her hair was pinned up in soft waves, with a few loose strands framing her face. She looked elegant, yet effortlessly stunning.For a second, I forgot how to breathe.When she spotted me, she gave a small smile. Not the br

Amelia’s Point of ViewThe air was colder than I expected when I stepped outside the villa.The soft crunch of snow under my boots was the only sound accompanying me as I walked through the quiet streets. Lucie was fast asleep when I left, but I couldn’t stay still any longer.I needed answers, and Gabby was the only one who could give them to me.Lucie had confronted her, but that wasn’t enough.I needed to hear it from her.Why was she so determined to ruin my marriage?Why did she keep showing up, lingering like a shadow in the corner of my life?And if what Lucie said was true—that Frank was manipulating her—why hadn’t she come to me sooner?I reached Gabby’s cottage at the edge of the village.It looked as lifeless as I felt inside.The windows were dark, the porch covered in an untouched layer of snow.But I knew she was in there.I raised my hand and knocked.No answer.I knocked again, harder this time.Finally, the door creaked open, revealing Gabby’s pale face.She looked ex

Lucie’s Point of ViewThe fire crackled softly in the background, casting flickering shadows along the walls. But its warmth didn’t reach me. Not with everything going on.Frank.That bastard had been pulling strings behind the scenes, and for too long, I hadn’t seen it. He wasn’t after me—he was after Amelia.And now, it was war.I leaned against the window frame, staring out into the cold darkness. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, blanketing the ground in a deceptive layer of peace. But nothing about this situation was peaceful.My grip on my phone tightened as I dialed Tony’s number.It rang once. Twice.“Yeah?” Tony’s familiar voice came through, calm but tired.“I need you to find Frank,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument.There was a pause on the other end.“You think I haven’t been trying?” Tony’s voice had a rough edge to it. “Lucie, I’ve been tracking that piece of shit for weeks. He’s not exactly making himself easy to find.”I exhaled slowly, trying to ke

Ivy's Point of ViewI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my jacket for the hundredth time. The reflection staring back at me was one I didn’t recognize. My face, usually cold and unreadable, looked almost... uncertain. It bothered me. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. But Regina’s words, those damn words, kept echoing in my mind.“Frank doesn’t care about you. He’s using you.”I shook my head, pushing the thought out of my mind. No, Frank needed me. He valued me. At least, he had to, right? He was the one who brought me in when everything else seemed like it was falling apart. The loyalty I had for him, the things I did for him, none of that could be thrown away so easily.But Regina’s suggestion—it was unsettling. What if she was right? What if Frank wasn’t the ally I thought he was?A knock at the door broke my train of thought. I turned sharply, my heart racing for a split second before I realized it was just Marcus. I exhaled, trying to shake off the tension that had sett

Regina's Point of View“So, hm, did you talk to Marcus?” I asked Ivy softly, trying to keep my voice casual, though a part of me was anxious to hear her answer. We were alone in my room, the quiet of the night settling over us like a heavy blanket. There was a strange comfort in the stillness, even though my mind felt anything but calm.Ivy shifted uncomfortably, her fingers toying with the edge of her sleeve. After a moment, she nodded, but there was something different about the way she carried herself now. It wasn’t the usual cool and composed Ivy I knew. There was a certain unease in her, something that tugged at the back of my mind.“I did,” she said, her voice soft, almost hesitant, like she wasn’t entirely sure how to explain what had transpired. Her eyes met mine briefly before she quickly looked away. “But I’m not sure where we stand now.”I frowned, watching her closely. I had known Ivy long enough to understand that she rarely got this flustered over anything, especially