" Who could it be? Maybe that's where we lost the whole picture. Maybe we should have investigated the people close to us and our enemies, too!" He went on, exploring different possibilities, and all three nodded in agreement. " I have already instructed my trusted people to look into the whole m
" It's my daughter. I found her. " She revealed, warmth colouring her features. " What? " "When?" "How?" Surprise, disbelief, and joy painted their features as they asked in unison. " Yes. Do you remember that designer, YC?" She asked, smiling proudly. " Yes, we know her mom. How c
" You even went ahead and tortured her. You created a hell, just for her. And as if that's not enough, you went ahead and tried ruining her career, the only thing that she holds dear." She was flipping through the stack of papers as she spoke. The woman in the photo that she had just shredded int
Third Person. In the Tates' mansion, Jasmine Tate sat elegantly in her study, her two secretaries standing before her, fear plastered all over their faces. A frown settled on her lips as she read through the stack of documents on her desk. " Make a call to my husband and the young masters.
" I am scared, Yara!" She whispered, thin layers of sweat framing her face, tears trickling down from her eyes and her breath laboured. She was having an anxiety attack. Just perfect. As if I was not dealing with enough sh*t already, a sick and panic-stricken Angel was added to the mix and I felt
" How dare they? What a family of pricks! And that woman! How dare she slap you? " She snapped, throwing daggers at me and I shot her a helpless look.. I was the victim yet she stared at me like I was the culprit. It was hard to figure out my friend's thought process. " I told you to be careful.