Se connecterMannie’s Point of View
The hotel Fiona picked screamed money from the lobby doors. Gold trim everywhere, with a chandelier the size of my apartment hangi
Mannie’s Point of ViewThe double doors to our private room slammed open. The chatter at the table died instantly.Before anyone could even ask what was going on, a squad of six bodyguards in identical black suits marched into the room. They moved fast, fanning out and taking up positions in every single corner. One stood directly in front of the exit, crossing his arms.
Mannie's Point of ViewThe heavy double doors clicked shut behind me as I walked back into the private room. The atmosphere had completely inverted; the loud, mocking laughter that had filled the air just ten minutes ago was entirely gone, replaced by a suffocating, wide-eyed astonishment. Every single eye at the table tracked my movements as I casually walked back to my seat, my expression entirely serene.Before my coat could even brush the ba
Mannie's Point of ViewIt had been three minutes but I was still gawking at the door. As I was starting to feel nervous too, the heavy doors to the private room swung open again. A man stepped inside, his face completely obscured by a black face mask and dark sunglasses. Despite the tight disguise, I recognized the rigid posture and the sharp, familiar cut of his leather jacket instantly. It was Andre.
Mannie's Point of View The silence in the room didn't last. Before Fiona could even mount a full defense, Maria stood up from her chair, her palms slamming flat against the wood."Enough of this," Maria said, looking around at our old classmates with disgust. "Mannie is right, and honestly, the rest of you should be ashamed for sitting here and acting like this is normal. Fiona, this whole setup is pathetic. You've spent the last twenty minutes trying to make Mannie look small just to make yourself feel
Mannie’s Point of ViewThe hotel Fiona picked screamed money from the lobby doors. Gold trim everywhere, with a chandelier the size of my apartment hanging from the ceiling. I walked in wearing the nicest thing I owned, which still wasn't much, and told myself it didn't matter.Fiona was already at the table when I got to the private room. Gucci dress, heels that cost more than my rent, and hair done like she had a personal photographer fo
Zarah’s Point of ViewThe crisp autumn air of Tokyo usually made my skin crawl, but today, the suffocating weight that had been crushing my chest for months was finally gone, replaced by a reckless, soaring high because the tiny encrypted drive sitting securely in my handbag meant nobody could touch me anymore. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the constant, low-humming paranoia of being exposed subsided, giving way to a d
Five years later...“Mama! He poured juice on my shirt!”“No, I didn’t! She spilled it herself!”“Why do I only have one shoe?!”The walls of our cramped three-bedroom apartment shook with noise. Eight kids, raced around the kitchen like a tornado made of chubby limbs, flying cereal, and relentles
I woke up with a scream caught in my throat.My body jerked forward, drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounding like it wanted to break free from my chest. The hotel room was dark, the only light coming from the city glow slipping through the blinds. My legs trembled as I pushed myself up from the
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







