Jonah's POV"Mum, everything is fine. I'm fine. Like you said, it's false. It's already been settled," I said."But the rumors, Jonah," she pushed harder."Mom, people would always talk. Now, who would you believe? An outsider or me, your only son?" I asked her.My mom, Susan, sighed, her shoulders dropping. "You. I believe you," she said. She dropped the issue and looked through the house while my dad and I watched the football game.---"Alright son, we have to leave now," my dad, Gregory, announced."Alright, Mum and Dad, thank you so much for visiting. I love you guys so much," I said as I turned my father's wheelchair toward the door and started pushing it. I opened the door and pushed the wheelchair to the car. After helping my father get settled in the car, I walked to the driver's side."Alright, Mum and Dad, bye," I said."See you soon, my son," my mum said as she pulled me into another hug."Please stay away from strangers, including Victor," I w
****Meanwhile, as Susan and Gregory drove home, the conversation from dinner lingered in the air. "Do you think Victor was trying to tell us something about Jonah?" Susan asked, her voice tinged with worry. Gregory gripped the steering wheel tighter, his jaw clenched. "I don’t know. But if there’s something going on with him, we need to find out." Susan nodded, though her heart was heavy. She loved her son, but the thought of him being led astray filled her with dread. "Maybe we should talk to him," she suggested. "Just to make sure everything’s okay."Gregory didn’t respond, but the tension in the car was thick. Victor’s words had done their job, and the Hartfields were now on a collision course with a truth they weren’t ready to face.---**Jonah's POV**I couldn't hide the surprise on my face when I saw my parents standing at my door step. "Mum! Dad! What are you doing here?" I asked, ushering them inside."What? Can't we visit our own son once in a while?" My mother asked me."No
Victor's POVI sat in my modern, sleek office, my fingers flying off my keyboard. The light reflected on my steel table as I wrote an invitation letter to Jonah's parents:Dear Mr. and Mrs. Hartfield,My name is Victor Crane, Jonah's new boss. Mrs. Susan is familiar with me as I've already introduced myself to her. As part of getting to know my employees better, I'd love to invite you out for dinner tomorrow by 6 PM. To save yourselves the stress, my car would pick you up from your house to the venue and back.I apologize that this letter is on such short notice. I would be overjoyed if you honored my invitation.Yours sincerely, Victor Crane.I sent the letter to my secretary, instructing her to handwrite it and deliver it to the Hartfields.***The Night of the DinnerI sat in the dimly lit dining room of an upscale restaurant, my fingers lightly tracing the rim of my wine glass. The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of silverware filled the air, but my
*Elliot's POVA person brushed past me and Jonah. I caught a glimpse of Lila's face and tensed. Jonah, concerned, touched my arm."Is everything okay?""Huh? Yeah, yeah," I said, visibly distracted. "I don't think so. What's wrong, Elliot, tell me," Jonah begged me."Clara's sister just saw us," I said, sighing."Oh," Jonah said in realization. "I mean, it might not be that bad. If her sister already supports us, she might know something too," Jonah tried to reassure me. I sighed, rubbing my face furiously,"I don't think she would take what she saw lightly. She's had the biggest crush on me forever," I told Jonah. "You know what? We have to leave and never come back here," I said, quickly standing up.Jonah sighed and reluctantly got up. I dragged him out of the restaurant quickly.**Victor watched, a sinister smile formed on his face as he sipped his drink. 'This plan might be my best one ever yet.'****Lila's POVI did not want to believe what I saw. My mind raced, "Elliot wa
Third Person POVShe wondered how long she could carry on. "Yes, he's actually into a lot of them, but his favorites are dildos and vibrators." She responded, her eyes closed, wincing. "Oohh, he sure is adventurous," one bridesmaid said. The group cheered and took more shots. She excused myself from the room; She needed some air. Lila looked on, thinking, "Clara wasn't one to talk about her sexual experiences in public." "I think she's hiding something, if she actually had sex with Elliot, she wouldn't have said anything." "How would a man date Clara for so long without trying to make a move on her?" These thoughts flew through her mind. Something was wrong somewhere, and someone is lying; she has to talk to Victor.Lila's POVI rushed to my room. I turned on my computer. The light from the screen illuminating the whole room. My fingers flew through the keyboard as I typed Victor's name into the search bar. I was way sobered up by now. The search engine produced different re
Lila's POV"Victor. Victor Crane," he says while stretching his hand out for a handshake. I looked at the hand suspiciously before shaking it. "May I?" He gestured to the chair, asking if he could sit with me. "You might as well," I shrugged. "How do you know I'm Clara's sister?" I asked. "Well, it wasn't that hard to find out," Victor continued. "Wait, are you friends with Clara? If so, please don't tell her what you just saw, I beg of you," I pleaded. "No, I'm not Clara's friend, better still, I don't really care for your sister. My main focus is on Elliot," he explains to me. "Huh?" I asked, my face scrunching up in confusion. "Well, here's something I think that you should know. Elliot, is gay," Victor reveals, leaning in. I gasped, "That's not true, how dare you spread rumors about him." I scolded Victor. "I know you wouldn't want to believe me, because of your huge crush on him, but it's true," Victor continues. "That's a huge lie. Now, I don't know exactly