First Person's Perspective- Lucas's POVThe quiet of my bedroom was a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the day. The faint hum of the estate's activities outside my window seemed distant, almost muted, as I sat on the edge of my bed. My head throbbed from the weight of it all—Laura’s betrayal, Miracle’s fear, and Enise’s ordeal. For the first time in a long while, I felt as though the walls of my carefully constructed life were closing in on me.The door creaked open, and I looked up to see Marcus entering the room. His expression was tight, his jaw clenched in visible frustration. I knew this wasn’t going to be a friendly chat."Lucas," Marcus began, his voice low but edged with anger, "I know you’re upset with Laura. What she did was wrong—there’s no excuse for it. But let’s not forget she’s still Miracle’s mother."I stood, squaring my shoulders as I faced him. "Don’t start with me, Marcus," I warned. "Laura being Miracle’s mother doesn’t give her the right to manipulate and enda
First Person's Perspective- Laura’s POVI paced the room, my heels clicking against the polished floor as my nerves ate at me. The confines of this space were suffocating, and every second that ticked by felt like an eternity. The guards stationed outside the door didn’t help either. They were a constant reminder that Lucas was taking this charade too far.How could he? After everything we’ve been through, he locks me up like I’m some criminal? The audacity of it all made my blood boil.I paused by the window, staring out at the vast estate. Somewhere out there, Enise was probably sitting smugly, thinking she had won. That woman was like a thorn in my side, but I wasn’t done yet. No, not by a long shot.A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned sharply, narrowing my eyes at the door. "What is it now?" I snapped.The door creaked open, and to my relief, Lyra stepped in. Her dark hair was tied back neatly, and she carried that same air of judgment she always did."You
Third Person's Perspective The tension in the living room was suffocating. Lucas stood in the center, his expression hard as stone, his fists clenched by his sides. Laura was being held by two guards, her wrists gripped firmly as she struggled against them."Let me go!" Laura screamed, her voice echoing through the large hall. "You can’t treat me like this, Lucas! You can't treat me like some criminal"Lucas’s voice was cold, cutting through her cries like a blade. "I showed you empathy Laura, I gave you a place in this house, and this is how you repay me? By trying to harm the people I care about?""I didn’t do anything!" Laura shouted, her eyes darting to Miracle, who was sitting on the couch with Enise by her side. "You’re going to believe her? A child who’s being manipulated?""Enough!" Lucas roared, his voice thundering. He turned to the guards. "Take her to the east wing and lock her in one of the rooms. She is not to leave until I say so.""Lucas, please," Laura begged, her vo
- First Person’s Perspective - Enise’s POVThe air was thick with tension as I sat with Miracle, trying to keep her calm while my own nerves frayed at the edges. Lucas had rushed over just as he’d promised. His expression was a mixture of confusion and anger as he stepped into the room, his sharp eyes immediately taking in the shattered glass on the floor.“What happened here?” he asked, his voice firm but edged with worry.I stood up, holding Miracle’s hand tightly. “You need to hear it from her,” I said, motioning to the little girl beside me.Miracle stepped forward, her small frame trembling slightly. “Daddy...” she started, her voice barely a whisper.Lucas knelt down, his stern demeanor softening as he looked at her. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Tell me what happened.”She glanced at me for reassurance before speaking. “I saw Mommy... she put something in the juice when Nanny Sarah went upstairs.”Lucas froze, his eyes narrowing. “Are you sure about this, Miracle? Think carefully be
- First Person's Perspective -Enise’s POVI was just about to take a sip from the glass of water in my hand when I heard a knock on the door. I set the glass on the small table next to me and opened it. To my surprise, it was Nanny Sarah holding the juice I had asked for earlier.“Here you go, Dr. Denise,” she said, handing me the glass.I raised an eyebrow and teased, “I almost forgot I even asked for this with how long it took you to bring it.”She looked flustered. “I’m so sorry. I was on my way to bring it when Ma'am Laura came over and asked me to do something else.”I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “It’s fine, Sarah. You don’t need to explain yourself.”Sarah bowed her head slightly. “Thank you, Dr. Denise,” she said, and then turned and walked away down the hallway.Just as I was about to close the door, I heard a soft thud, followed by the sound of little feet running toward me. I turned around in surprise to see Miracle standing there, looking up at me with wide eyes.“Mi
-First Person's Perspective -Laura's POVI could feel the heat coursing through my veins. The anger, the frustration—it was all too much. There I was, standing in my room, boiling with rage, fists clenched at my sides. My breath was shallow, my thoughts spinning like a hurricane. Enise. Or Denise. Whatever the hell she went by now. How dare she? How dare she waltz back into Lucas's life like nothing had happened? I had done everything possible Five years. I spent five years making sure that woman was erased, gone from his world forever. I used everything I had, pulling every string, every trick in the book. And yet, here she was, back in his life like some ghost. It made my blood boil.I paced back and forth, my mind racing. I had been so close. So close to winning. And now, now it was slipping away from me. Lucas... I could see it in his eyes. I could feel it every time he looked at me, every time he spoke to me. I was losing him. No—scratch that. I had already lost him. The only r