เข้าสู่ระบบSTELLA’S POV“For attempted murder, too.” My voice came out stronger than I had expected and felt.I stood, with my one hand slightly gripping the edge of my gown, the other resting weakly by my side. My head still throbbed faintly, and the bandage around it felt heavy, but I didn’t care.Beside me stood Mr. Graham's friend, Mr. Nico, who rescued me.Ms. Sophia’s eyes widened the moment she saw me. “Stella…?” her voice broke, as she ran to give me a tight hug. “Uh” I winced in pain.“Sorry. Sorry. What happened to you?”“A lot happened, ma'am. But I’m alive.”The relief on her face almost made me cry, but then my eyes shifted to Sharon and her lover.“You…” Sharon whispered, taking a step back. “You’re…”“Dead?” I finished for her quietly. “Is that what you thought?”Her lover's face hardened, but I saw the tension in his jaw.“You’re mistaken,” he said quickly. “We don’t know you.”I haven't even started talking, yet, he was already exposing himself.I let out a faint, tired laugh.
SAMANTHA’S POV“Then what do you think he thinks?” Every head turned as the words left my mouth slowly, deliberately, cutting through Sharon’s weak defence like it was nothing.I stood there, steady and unshaken, with Detective Brownlow beside me, a few officers flanking us, and the man in handcuffs held firmly between them.The moment Sharon and Fred saw him, their faces stiffened. Their bodies betrayed them before their mouths could even try to lie.They pathetically tried to avoid being seen, however, it was too late. Brownlow stepped forward slightly, his grip tightening on the man’s arm.“Do you recognise anyone here?” he asked.The man didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” he said. Then he raised his hand and pointed directly at Sharon and Fred. “They are the ones I told you about.”Silence fell like a heavy curtain. And just like that, everything began to unravel.FLASHBACKAfter the worker at the restaurant, Linda, told us about the man who had been persistently asking her out, the plan for
DAMON’S POVI was sorting out some documents in my office, when Doctor Stone’s call came in quietly. It was almost too quiet for something that felt this loud in my chest.“Mr. Graham,” His voice came through, calm and measured as always. “The results are ready.”For a brief second, I said nothing. My fingers tightened slightly around the phone, my throat suddenly dry. “Send them to my mail…”“No.” His interruption was gentle, but firm. “You should come in and collect it yourself.” That was all he needed to say.I ended the call shortly after, staring at the blank screen for a moment longer than necessary before slipping the phone back into my pocket. When I stepped out of my office, Sophia looked up at me.“Are you heading out?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied, keeping my tone even. “Outdoor meeting.”She nodded without suspicion, already returning to what she was doing.And just like that, I left. The drive didn’t feel like a drive, it felt like a countdown. Every traffic light was an
SOPHIA’S POVThe house felt unusually quiet this morning. It was Bella who came to me first, her face filled with worry, her hands fidgeting as though she did not know how to begin.“Ma’am… Did you send Stella on an errand?”I frowned immediately. “No. Why?”“We’ve been looking for her since yesterday,” another maid, Charlotte, added, stepping closer. “We thought she might have gone out, but her phone is in her room.”That made my chest tighten slightly. “Her phone?” I repeated.“Yes,” Jen nodded quickly. “We even tried calling it this morning, and we heard it ringing from inside her room.”For a brief moment, no one spoke.‘If her phone is here… Then where is she?’I forced myself to stay calm, even though uneasiness had already begun creeping into my chest.“Alright,” I said gently, looking at all of them. “Let’s not panic yet. There might be a reasonable explanation.”They didn’t look convinced. And honestly… Neither did I.“I’ll make some calls and ask around,” I continued. “She w
SAMANTHA’S POVWe didn’t waste time, we left the factory immediately, and headed straight for the small restaurant up the hill.‘Harbour Kitchen’ The same name printed boldly across the old and dirty food wrap I had found.As we stepped inside, the warmth hit me first, followed by the quiet clatter of plates and low conversations. It felt normal. Too normal for everything we were trying to uncover.Logan stepped forward, his presence enough to draw attention. “Good afternoon, we are sorry for disrupting. We are the police.” he said calmly, presenting his ID. “We just need a few minutes of your time.”The workers exchanged glances but nodded.Brownlow placed the sketch on the counter.“Have you seen this man before?” he asked. “With this…” He continued, showing them the wrap “We confirm that he used to get food from here.”One of the women leaned forward, studying the sketch carefully. Then she shook her head. “No… I don’t think so.”Another worker came closer, glanced at it briefly, t
SHARON’S POVI lay sprawled across the bed, rolling from one side to the other, unable to stop the smile that kept finding its way to my lips. There was a strange lightness in my chest today, the kind that made everything feel easier, calmer, and most especially, better.‘That girl is gone.’ The thought echoed in my mind again, and this time, I didn’t even try to push it away.“Did I feel sorry for her?” I paused for a second, staring at the ceiling, then let out a quiet scoff.“No. She brought it upon herself. She should have minded her business. She should not have listened to my conversation. She should not have seen me with Fred.” I turned onto my side again, hugging the pillow as my smile returned.People always ruin things when they refuse to stay in their place.And now, everything was quiet again.I got up from the bed, still in a good mood, and made my way downstairs. My steps felt lighter than usual, almost as if I had been freed from something I didn’t realise was weighing
SOPHIA'S POVThe music pulsed through the club, and I tried my best to keep up with Nico as we danced on the dance floor. He was laughing, spinning me around, but I made sure to maintain a polite distance. As much as he seemed harmless, I didn’t want to give him any ideas. My mind suddenly drifted to
DAMON'S POVI stormed into Sophia’s room, fully expecting to unleash my annoyance. “Isn’t she ready yet?” I barked, my voice sharp. But the sight that greeted me froze my tongue. She stood there, radiant. Her dress hugged her figure in a way that was elegant, yet captivating. Her hair framed her face
SOPHIA'S POVThe sunlight filtered gently through the windows as I moved around the kitchen with the maids, laughing and chatting as we worked together today being Saturday.It’d been three weeks since I came into this mansion as a fake bride, and I hadn’t been able to see my boys in weeks. I only spe
SOPHIA'S POV“Who prepared my breakfast?”I froze at Mr. Graham's question, every inch of me tensing up as his gaze scanned the room. The question seemed simple enough, but we all knew Damon Graham well enough to realize that behind his calm tone, there was always a hint of something. My mind raced, w







