Deceptive Intentions

As my car turned another corner, my phone buzzed with incoming texts, followed by a call. I sighed softly, anticipating another interruption. "You need to see this." "Devon is definitely cheating on you. A real time two-timer." I read through the messages sent to me from Mariana, my bestfriend who had automatically became my sister through thick and thin. I clicked the screen of my phone and a tremor ran through my body as the images on the screen caught me off guard. The first image was the familiar face of Devon, my boyfriend, talking to a brunette who surprisingly had her hands draped around him. It could probably be a business meeting or some out of the office talk.. Another was a picture of them entering into an hotel room together. This was no business meeting. We'd talked earlier before I went over to the shopping mall to get groceries. He went on hammering on how he planned to nail his proposals in Spain, assuring me of his return when he was done with his projec

What would you do if you returned to the place you call home and it was razed to the ground? That feeling of numbness, perplexity, and helplessness would probably surface and leave you shelving for some form of truth through the ashes. That was what I'd felt. I still recall the searing images from four years ago: returning from tutorial to find our house engulfed in flames. Despite my desperate pleas, the police barred me from entering. Neighbors corroborated that a blood-curdling scream had pierced the air moments before the fire erupted. But nothing had been proven except the dead bodies of my parents and my poor little sister. My heart was torn to pieces, broken and bleeding. I needed some form of truth. My father had been a chauffeur for the Skyler's family for ten years before his death, and they too couldn't denote what had killed our family until my uncle came along. Alfred Caines. He was my father's younger brother, a once-upon-a-time secret agent who loved soli

Suzzie's POV My first suggestion to my foster father was why do I need to be Tyler's caregiver when I could just wait for the right time, pick up my rifle and gun Tyler Skyler down in the pool of his blood without anyone knowing who exactly was behind his death? Hadn't he done likewise to the only family I had ever known and loved? Father had explained that he as well needed authentic answers as to why his older brother was killed. And to get such answers, one needed to be wise about it. That sounded reasonable - and never would you stop to wonder if I have ever had ill feelings towards Tyler. His dark gaze was arrogant, which of course would do nothing but only try to prove subsidized power. To me, he was a dead man - still alive by a trick of luck. I was taken and used to the methods of stripping identities to fit my agenda, of which I knew that I would definitely have my revenge. The thought of not having to see dad, mum including Lolia, my younger sister wrench

Zendaya's POV Anger swam gradually to the base of my throat but I pushed myself out of his room and returned to my room. $300 every week to endure his contemptuous outbursts? Was I in for his money? Absolutely not! But he made it miserably hard for me to literally fake liking him. How long do I have to persist in this act? I sank into my bed after presumably trying to call Mariana over the phone. I haven't heard from her in a long while. Father had advised that she was not to know more about me than she already did. So she doesn't even know what I was up to. My life was literally much of a fake life, but some things had to be done. The chirpings of the morning birds stirred me up from sleep. For a minute, I had completely forgotten where I was. I yawned having recovered from a moment state of shock, I changed into another outfit then started down the stairs where I started cleaning the kitchen. Tyler waltzed to the mind, and I snapped the memory of him away from

Zendaya's POV I'd heard the faint call of my name but I'd waved it off thinking it was my mind playing a trick on me. Was it Tyler? Certainly not. Tyler hated me being around him, how then would he be calling for me? I switched off the shower, grabbed my towel and tied it around me. My damped hair trickled some droplets of water as I walked out of the bathroom. The bathroom was just at the right sided part of my well furnished room. My eyes glided round the room and remarkably stumbled on Tyler Skyler. Tyler Skyler in my room? In his hand was my lingerie, he was sniffling them. My feet froze, and his face bleached white. "I'm sorry....I...I had to let myself in," he stuttered, dropping the lingerie where he had picked them. I know Tyler could be paranoid, annoying - much more a pain in the ass. But I didn't think him to be a pervert. Does he go around sniffling ladies' underwear? I thought he hated me so much that he wanted me out from his house. "Do you