LOGINANNA'S POVThe funeral drew more cameras than I expected, given how carefully Jonathan's family usually managed the boundary between private grief and public spectacle. Lucas's family had insisted on a public service, unwilling to let the murder be reduced to a quiet, hushed affair, and I understood their reasoning even as I dreaded what it meant for the day ahead.The morning had arrived gray and cold, fitting weather for what waited ahead, and I had stood at my bedroom window for a long while before dressing, watching the clouds gather over the estate grounds and wondering how a sky could look so ordinary on a day that would forever mark itself apart from every other day in my life.I stood beside Jonathan in the front row, close enough that our shoulders nearly touched, both of us dressed in the careful black the occasion demanded, and I felt the weight of dozens of eyes settling on us the moment we took our seats. The press had gathered at a respectful distance, though respectful
ANNA'S POVI do not remember dropping the phone, only the sound of it hitting the floor somewhere near my feet, Jonathan's voice still audible and distant, saying my name over and over as though repetition alone might keep me tethered to the moment.Lucas was dead.The words refused to arrange themselves into anything I could fully absorb, sitting instead like foreign objects lodged somewhere in my chest, present but unprocessed. I stared at the phone on the floor, its small screen still lit, Jonathan's voice growing more frantic through the tiny speaker, and some distant part of my mind noted the strangeness of grief announcing itself through something as ordinary as a cracked phone case.I do not know how long I sat there on the edge of my bed before I finally retrieved the phone and managed something resembling coherent speech, promising Jonathan I would come to the hospital, that I understood, that I was somehow still functioning despite every part of me insisting otherwise.The d
JONATHAN'S POVI do not remember collapsing, only the sensation of the hallway tilting sideways before a nurse caught my arm and guided me into a chair, her voice distant and muffled as she called for someone to check my blood pressure. Shock, they told me afterward, compounded by exhaustion and the particular strain of watching two people die in the same devastating month. They kept me overnight for observation, an IV taped to the back of my hand, the steady beep of a monitor marking time in a room that felt entirely separate from the life I had woken up inside only yesterday.The hours between admission and that first moment of waking blurred together into something I could not fully reconstruct afterward, fragments of a doctor's voice, the pinch of a needle, the particular quality of institutional light that makes everything feel slightly unreal. I remember being grateful, in whatever hazy state I occupied, for the temporary reprieve from having to think clearly about anything at a
JONATHAN'S POVRose called just after midnight, her voice tight and strange in a way I had never heard from her before, none of the practiced calm she usually carried even in her most manipulative moments.I almost let the call go to voicemail, exhausted from a day that had already asked more of me than I had left to give. Something in the persistence of the ringing made me answer anyway, some instinct warning me that ignoring it would prove to be a mistake I could not undo later."I need you to come to the house on Siren Lane. Now, Jonathan. Please.""Rose, it is the middle of the night. Whatever this is, it can wait until morning.""It cannot wait." Something in her tone cracked, fear bleeding through in a way that stopped my protests completely. "Please. I would not ask if it were not serious. I am frightened, Jonathan."I do not know, even now, why I believed her enough to go. Perhaps some part of me still felt responsible for her, for the child she carried, for everything unresol
SMITH'S POVI had been watching Rose's building on and off for nearly a week, ever since our conversation left me certain she was hiding something larger than her usual games with Jonathan Clarkson. I told myself the surveillance was simple caution, a man protecting his own interests in a situation that had grown increasingly murky since she refused to confirm whether the child she carried was actually mine.Most nights had passed without anything worth noting, the ordinary comings and goings of a building full of strangers whose lives had nothing to do with mine. I nearly abandoned the routine entirely after the fourth uneventful night, telling myself I had let my own paranoia get the better of me. Something kept me returning anyway, a persistent unease I could not fully explain even to myself, a quiet instinct that had rarely steered me wrong in the past.I had not expected to see his car.It arrived well past midnight, parked carelessly along the curb the way a man parks when he is
JONATHAN'S POVRose answered on the second ring, and something in my voice must have betrayed the state I was in, because she did not ask what I wanted or why I was calling after months of careful distance between us."Where are you?" was all she said."Home. I need to see you.""Come to my apartment. I will be here."I do not remember much of the drive over, only the blur of streetlights and the numb, hollow ache that had replaced whatever anger carried me through the earlier confrontations. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a quieter voice reminded me that calling her at all was reckless, that whatever complications already existed between Rose and me hardly needed the addition of tonight's devastation layered on top. I ignored that voice completely, driving through the darkened streets with a single minded focus I had not felt since the moment I opened that door onto Anna and Lucas.By the time I reached her door, I had convinced myself of nothing beyond a simple, desperate need to
JONATHAN'S POV We kept kissing as we made our way into a room in the VIP section. A place I made reserved personally for myself whenever I need to dig into something warm. I grabbed her ass violently and she moaned unbuttoning my shirt.She finally made her way with the buttons and pulled my shir
"I see that you like her." My dad commented on the drive back home. "She is beautiful." I shrugged, going through my phone. I was letting Lucas know to hold down the VIP slot at the club tonight. "Well, hopefully, this alliance brings more money to the family." My dad smiled at my mom. I was sil
"I'm rose the stripper from the club" she explained. "Oh, i remember" i said recalling the stripper that gave me the best blowjob of my life. "Wanna meet up tonight?" she asked without beating around the bush "Sure" "I'll text you the location. Don't be late" She told me before hanging up. I guess
JONATHAN'S POVWalking beside her I could feel how tense she was. I know she must be very nervous and it only amused me. When I got to her house earlier, I was expecting to see her instantly but it took long before she showed up.I was so engrossed in my phone that I didn't notice when she came to the







