ANMELDEN3rd POV
3rd POVThe next morning..."Kids, after eating, start doing your assignment," Mannie called from the kitchen as she rinsed the last plate and set it on the drying rack.
Dominic's POVRing!Ring!!The sharp ringtone sliced through the suffocating air of the underground room.The metallic scent of blood still hung heavily around me.
Mannie's POV"Thank you so much, my sweethearts. That's so lovely of you all. I am really, really, really happy. Thank you."My voice cracked halfway through my words.The warmth in my chest kept growing until it almost hurt. I pressed a hand against my heart and looked at the eight little faces surrounding me.
Mannie's POVThe sweet night breeze filled the small carriage, bringing with it the chirping of insects.I leaned back against the cushioned seat and let out a slow breath. The events of the evening still felt unreal.Just a few hours ago, Fiona had been mocking me in front of everyone.
3rd povThe moment they stepped out of the hotel entrance, the cool evening breeze brushed against their faces.Golden lights spilled from the grand hotel windows, painting the driveway in warm colors. Expensive cars lined the entrance while guests moved in and out, l
MANNIE’S POVI wasn’t someone who cared for fame and couldn't be bothered to say anything. Looking at the food before me, I was already feeling a bit stuffed.The plates on the table still looked untouched in some corners, but I had lost interest in them. The scent of grilled meat and wine mixed in the air, making my stomach feel heavier than it already was.I dabbed m
rd Pov
The flash of the camera lit up the walk-in closet.Again.And again.I held the pose—one hand resting lightly on the glass shelf, the other gently touching the gold zipper on my branded dress. My lips curved in a soft pout, my eyes narrowed just enough. I tilted my chin slightly and leaned closer t
The sound of my boots echoed on the marble floors as I stepped into the house.No—her house.Or at least the one I gave her.Zarah Twain.The woman who was supposed to be mine. The woman everyone swore was the same one from five years ago. The one my people brought home because she wore the right w
I never thought I’d see the day where I’d stand on a stage in fishnet stockings, an oversized pink hoodie, and pigtails with sparkly clips.But here I was.Trying to survive.The lights in the bar were too bright and too fake. I could feel the sweat sticking to my back under the thick, ugly hoodie







