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THE ROLE MODEL
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2025-08-02 14:56:26Emily’s Point of View
“The game has begun.” It has been a week since I set foot on the same soil that stole everything from me . In that time, I have remained hidden, carefully orchestrating every step like a master puppeteer pulling strings from the shadows . The ruined hospital, once a graveyard of my dreams, is now rising again brick by brick under my direction. The permits, the funding, the renovations… all handled discreetly under my foundation’s name, with no connection to my former identity. No one knows who is behind this sudden act of philanthropy, and that is exactly how I want it. Let the city speculate. While rebuilding from the ashes, I have also been watching the snake who slithered into my life and destroyed it , Delilah Tomson. Her penthouse, just across from mine makes surveillance easy. I have studied her routine, her visitors, her weaknesses. And then I saw him tall,
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BENEATH HER ASHES VICTORY MIXED WITH VENGEANCE
Emily’s Point of ViewSome victories are quiet, sipped with wine and savored like secrets…The moonlight spilled into my penthouse like a quiet celebration, casting a silver sheen over the marble floor. I sat on the velvet armchair near the balcony, barefoot, a half-empty glass of cabernet in hand, the taste lingering on my tongue like the satisfaction I felt blooming in my chest.Dinner had gone better than I expected—far better.Jackson, the man who once vowed to love me forever, had smiled at me tonight with a sparkle in his eyes, completely unaware that the woman he had once betrayed stood before him in a new skin. A new name. A new life.Amara.He had said it over and over again during dinner. “Amara is brilliant.” “Amara is exactly the kind of investor I’ve been praying for.” “Amara has grace, intelligence, vision…”I nearly laughed. The irony was delicious.And Delilah?Oh, Delilah had squirmed in her seat.She tried to hide it , tried to hold onto her composure as she passed
BENEATH HER ASHES A STORM IS COMING
Delilah’s Point of ViewSuspicion is the beginning of unraveling secrets…The walls of this mansion feel colder than usual tonight.Dinner had barely ended, but my thoughts are still stuck on that woman—Amara. She walked into my home like she owned the air we breathed. The way Jackson looked at her, the way he smiled, his eyes lighting up like a teenage boy seeing his celebrity crush for the first time ,it made my stomach turn.Her presence was commanding, her words calculated and smooth. She did not speak much, but when she did, it was enough to slice right through me. And then she said it , that little comment disguised as idle curiosity.“You look so much like the woman who owns the penthouse across from mine… you must get that a lot.”I smiled, of course. I had to. But inside? I was burning. My hands nearly crushed the ceramic salad bowl I was holding. Who did she think she was? Was that supposed to be a joke? A threat? A warning?Because if it was… it worked.As soon as dinner en
BENEATH HER ASHES “The House That Erased Me.”
Emily’s Point of ViewThe black town car pulls up to the driveway of the mansion I once called home. I pause before stepping out, gazing through the tinted window at the grand estate. Time has not aged it—the architecture remains pristine, the lawn perfectly trimmed, and the stone lions on either side of the gate still stare with their cold, majestic presence. But the garden…That garden used to bloom with life.It had once been the centerpiece of the house, the first thing guests admired. A mix of wildflowers and roses danced in the breeze like children playing under a summer sun. I remember Jackson placing a small fountain there , he said it would be the heart of our family memories. I used to picture our children running around the garden, laughter echoing while Jackson and I watched from the porch, sipping lemonade.But now, the flowers are dull, overgrown in some parts, missing in others. The fountain is dry and cracked at the edges, a forgotten relic. It is like the life we plan
BENEATH HER ASHES Familiar eyes
Delilah Tomson’s Point of View “She stole the crown, but it never fit quite right.” My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as I paced the living room, my perfectly manicured fingers clenching and unclenching at my sides. Tonight was supposed to be for us , me and Elijah. Wine, silk sheets, laughter that was not forced. But no, King Jackson had other plans. Just as I was slipping into my red satin dress, his call came in: “Be home. I am bringing a guest. Dinner must be ready by seven.” Not a question. A command. And when Jackson commands, I obey or face the consequences. So now, instead of being in my lover’s arms, I was in this cold palace I used to dream about, setting plates for a man who no longer looked at me the way he once did. As I arranged the final fork on the table, I heard the front door open. His footsteps echoed in the grand foyer, full of a
BENEATH HER ASHES THE ROLE MODEL
Emily’s Point of View “The game has begun.” It has been a week since I set foot on the same soil that stole everything from me . In that time, I have remained hidden, carefully orchestrating every step like a master puppeteer pulling strings from the shadows . The ruined hospital, once a graveyard of my dreams, is now rising again brick by brick under my direction. The permits, the funding, the renovations… all handled discreetly under my foundation’s name, with no connection to my former identity. No one knows who is behind this sudden act of philanthropy, and that is exactly how I want it. Let the city speculate. While rebuilding from the ashes, I have also been watching the snake who slithered into my life and destroyed it , Delilah Tomson. Her penthouse, just across from mine makes surveillance easy. I have studied her routine, her visitors, her weaknesses. And then I saw him tall,
BENEATH HER ASHES A DECADE LATER
“Ten years later, the fire still burns but this time, she is the spark.” Emily’s Point of View Ten years later, I return to the city that buried my happiness in smoke and silence. This is the place where my dreams collapsed and my soul fractured but I have come back stronger . I step out of the airport into a breeze that bites at my skin. It is different now—colder, sharper. Like the city itself knows I have returned with a vengeance. A mother scorned. A woman reborn . Gone is the meek, weeping Emily Jacobs. In her place stands someone new , untouchable , mysterious , and powerful. My name has changed. My face has changed. But the rage? That has only deepened with time. They will not see me coming. Not Delilah. Not Jackson. Not anyone who played a part in my suffering. My first stop ? The graveyard of my past—St. Grace Memorial Hospital. The place where my babies were bor
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