First Person’s Perspective – Enise’s POVI woke up with a pounding headache, my head was banging so hard, as though I had been hit in the head with a harmmer the night beforeThe sunlight peeped through the curtains making me squint and rub my eyes with the back of my palm. For a moment, I just lay there, trying to recall together the events of last night. My mind was foggy, hazy even but I remembered the riot, the chaos, and Lucas’s despair, how he had complained of been a failure and how guilt had been eating at me, I also remembered drinking with him, but everything after that was a blur. It was as though my mind was shut blank afterwards and I couldn't remember a single thing afterwards Before I could think too much about it, the door creaked open, and Miracle came bolting into the room. She was already dressed in her school uniform, her backpack slung over one shoulder and a very bright smile on her face. One that was enough to make me smile too and forget all about my worries
First Person’s Perspective –Enise’s PO I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. My mind was all over the place, replaying the conversation with Lucian over and over again. His words echoed in my head: *“Try and stop me, then. See how far you get.”* I clenched my fists, frustration piling up inside me. Lucian was stubborn, and once he set his mind to something, he wouldn’t stop until it was done. I had to find a way to stop him before it was too late. But how? How could I possibly do that?. He had all the resources, All the power and support from Diana. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. My thoughts were a mess. I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that I couldn’t let Lucian kill Lucas. Not for Miracle’s sake. Not for mine. A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up, startled. “Come in,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The door opened, and Lucas walked in. He looked tired, his shoulders slumped, and his eyes dull. He closed th
First Person's Perspective – Lucas's POVI stood in the balcony of my study, my glass in hand, staring down at the city below. The lights flickered across the skyline, but to me, everything seemed to be crumbling. I could see it all—the decay, the rot, the cracks in the foundation of everything my father had built. His legacy, my legacy, was slipping through my fingers, no matter how hard I tried to hold on.I took a sip of my drink, the bitterness matching the taste of failure in my mouth.I had tried, damn it, I had. But every effort seemed wasted. Every move I made, every decision I took, just seemed to make it worse. A force, invisible but so very real, was dragging me down, holding me back. I had tried to steer things in the right direction, but I was only making it worse.And now, I could hear the whispers, the rumors that had been circulating for weeks. Some group of people had banded together, a faction calling for my impeachment. Their anger was palpable, their voices rising
First Person's Perspective – Enise's POVI sprang to my feet, my heart in my mouth as I stared at Lucian, unable to comprehend the words that had just left his mouth. He looked like he had just delivered the most casual announcement, but the words hit me like a cold slap to the face. “What did you say?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, but it cracked under the weight of his revelation.Lucian didn’t seem to care about my confusion. He stood, his expression serious, yet tinged with something dark and triumphant. “The plan was always clear,” he said, folding his arms across his chest, his eyes narrowing as he continued, “Take everything from Lucas, ruin his life, and then…” He leaned in closer, the sinister edge in his voice unmistakable, “end him.”My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel my legs wobble beneath me. No. This couldn’t be what I agreed to. This wasn’t the plan at all. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head furiously. “No, no, no. Lucian, that wasn’t part of th
First Person's Perspective – Enise's POVThe warm glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the windows as we stepped back into the mansion. Miracle darted inside, her face lit with excitement. She couldn’t stop talking about the trip, her words tumbling over each other as she recounted every detail.“Daddy, remember when you fell into the pool?” Miracle giggled, looking up at Lucas with a mischievous grin.Lucas chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t fall. I was…testing the water.”Miracle’s laughter echoed through the hall as I smirked. “Sure you were.”We moved into the living room, where Lucas sank onto the couch with a satisfied sigh. I joined him, sitting at the opposite end. Miracle plopped down in the middle, still chattering.“That was the best vacation ever! Can we go again? Maybe next time we can swim with dolphins or ride horses!”“We’ll see, sweetheart,” Lucas said, ruffling her hair.Eventually, Miracle’s boundless energy began to wane, and the housekeeper ca
First Person's Perspective – Enise's POVThe morning sunlight streamed through the windows as Miracle skipped into the living room, her face beaming with excitement. She jumped onto the couch beside me, clutching her drawing of a big house by the beach.“Doctor Denise!” she chirped, holding up her masterpiece. “Look! I drew this because I think we should go on vacation! Just us! Like a real family!”Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn’t help but smile as I studied her drawing. The house was surrounded by blue waves and palm trees, with little stick figures labeled “Me,” “Doctor Denise,” and “Daddy.”“Vacation, huh?” I said, looking at her. “That’s a great idea, Miracle. Where would you like to go?”She clapped her hands, her eyes sparkling. “Somewhere fun! With water and animals and lots of sunshine!”I reached over, pulling her into a hug. “Well, if that’s what you want, I’ll do my best to make it happen.”Her giggles filled the room as she snuggled into me. “You’re the best,