Bernice Stephen used to have the most perfect life, or at least she thought she did. That all came to a screeching halt when she discovered her husband, Fed, was having an affair with her sister, Melissa. After her parents went bankrupt, Fed forced her to sign the divorce papers. After this, Fed and Melissa arranged Bernice's death together. Apparently, the hand of fate had its way. Bernice was taken back to the day Melissa meddled into her marriage a year ago. This time, Bernice was determined to leave her rotten marriage. But before she can, she must avoid the layers of traps set by Melissa and Fed. What's even more shocking was that her plan for revenge led her to an even more dangerous, charismatic and mysterious wealthy man, Christian Miller. Her brother-in-law seemed ready to be her ally, and more...
View MoreBerniceShock coursed through my veins like a bolt of lightning. I knew that Christian's mother had passed away years ago, so the idea that her paintings were hanging in Fed's gallery seemed impossible. Questions raced through my mind, but before I could voice them, Christian turned to the manager, his eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity."Where did you get these paintings?" he demanded, his voice low and controlled, but I could hear the undercurrent of anger and pain beneath the surface.The manager, sensing the shift in Christian's demeanor, took a step back. "We acquired them through a private collector," she explained, her voice carefully measured. "But I'm afraid I don't have much information about the artist herself."I could see the gears turning in the manager's head as she sensed an opportunity. She moved closer, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "If you're truly interested in the works, I'm sure we could come to some sort of arrangement."For a moment, I feared
BerniceChristian was a total go-getter. He soon managed to get an invitation. But instead of using his own name, he posed as a wealthy French businessman named Gasly. I was to play the role of his wife, a prospect that sent a flutter of butterflies through my stomach.As we entered the gallery, Christian's demeanor shifted. He stood taller, his shoulders broad and his chin held high."Bonjour, Monsieur," he greeted the manager, his French accent flawless and his tone dripping with sophistication. "I am Gasly, and this," he said, turning to me with a look of adoration that made my heart skip a beat. He took my hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "is my beautiful wife, Madame Gasly. My wife and I have heard great things about your gallery, and we simply had to see it for ourselves."I couldn't help but blush as Christian referred to me as his wife, even though I knew it was all part of the act."Welcome, Monsieur and Madame Gasly," the manager said, her eyes sparkling with
BerniceThe soft glow of the computer screen illuminated my face as I clicked on the email from Emma. Several email attachments.My heart raced as the attachments loaded. Fed has done those things more effectively than I'd have thought possible.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I tried to process what I was seeing. Fed's dirty little secrets, laid bare before me. Illegal investment projects, money laundering schemes, a tangled web of corruption that made my stomach turn.A dozen shell corporations Fed owns. Checking relevant items off the Excel spreadsheet, I found that Fed prepared much more than I thought. A sneer escaped my mind.Fed had decided from long ago that I wouldn't get a dime.I started typing a reply to Emma, my fingers flying across the keyboard. Emma has helped me a lot in these two weeks."Emma, I can't even begin to express how grateful I am for your trust and bravery. What you've done means a lot to me. I'll use this information to make sure Fed pays.
BerniceI sat across from Emma in the quiet corner of the coffee shop in hospital, my heart aching as I listened to her story unfold.I never thought Emma and Penny had endured so much. Penny was mix born with two types of congenital disorders. She might die at any moment.Emma's hands trembled as she wrapped them around her steaming mug, her voice barely above a whisper. "Penny's entire life has been a battle," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "From the moment she was born, she's been fighting just to survive. The sterile environment, the const
BerniceAs I sat in the nondescript car beside Christian, my mind raced with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. I couldn't believe I had agreed to his unconventional plan to investigate Emma, but the confident look in his eyes had been impossible to resist."So, why did you change the car, Christian?" I asked, eyeing the interior of the unfamiliar car. "I thought you preferred your sports car."He flashed me a mysterious smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You'll see soon enough, Bernice. Trust me, it's all part of the plan."Christian maneuvered the car into the open-air parking lot of Miller Corporation. As he put the car in park, I turned to him, my curiosity piqued."Alright, Christian, what's this all about?""See that white Ford ahead?" He said, pointing to a vehicle a few rows away. "That's Emma's car. I've learned that she's been leaving the company quickly every day after work, as if she has some urgent matter to attend to. We're going to closely monitor her movemen
BerniceAs I walked into the HR department during my lunch break, I spotted Emma sitting alone at her desk, nibbling on a simple egg sandwich. The sight gave me pause - as Fed's former assistant, surely she would have had a decent salary. Yet, her frugal meal and modest attire suggested a life of careful budgeting.Putting on my warmest smile, I approached her desk. "Emma, hi! How have you been? I hope I'm not interrupting your lunch."Emma's head snapped up, her eyes widening in surprise before she quickly schooled her features into a polite expression. "Bernice, what a pleasant surprise! No, no, you're not interrupting at all. Please, have a seat." She gestured to the empty chair beside her desk, her movements a bit stiff and formal."I'm glad I caught you. I actually have a little something for you." I sat down and reached into my bag. I pulled out a carefully wrapped package of homemade cookies, tied with a delicate ribbon. "I heard you had a sweet tooth, so I thought I'd bring yo
BerniceI found myself face to face with a strange woman. She probably saw my confusion, immediately adding, "I'm Emma Anderson."In my previous life, I never met Emma. So in my mind, Fed's assistant Emma had always had a bombshell figure and a sharp mind. And she was always by Fed's side as he conducted his illegal business and indulged in his extramarital affairs. I had convinced myself that she was his willing accomplice, gleefully partaking in his misdeeds.But the woman before me now was a far cry from the Emma of my imagination. She was small and unassuming, her shoulders hunched as if trying to make herself invisible. Her face was obscured by large, black glasses, and she wore a faded grey jacket that had seen better days.Emma gave a faint smile, "Thanks, Mrs. Miller." Her voice was soft and timid, lacking any trace of the confidence and bravado I had expected.I quickly regained my composure, offering her a smile. "No worries at all. I'm Bernice, Bernice Miller. I heard your
BerniceI closed the door firmly behind me. I'm still thinking about Melissa's words. Her wild accusations echoed. We owed her everything. She deserved everything. Melissa's paranoid thoughts make me feel bad. I took a deep breath. I wouldn't let her get to me. Not after everything she had put me through.My thoughts drifted to EcoBuild, the company that seemed to be yet another piece in the puzzle. Fed, Melissa, the mysterious Benjamin I had yet to meet, and now EcoBuild. They were all connected somehow. I could feel it in my bones. The idea of unraveling this tangled web both thrilled and terrified me. But I knew I had the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead.Just as I was about to office, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Fed. I sighed, steeling myself before answering. "Fed?""Get to my office. Now." His voice was sharp, demanding, as usual.I rolled my eyes but made my way through the Fed's office, mentally preparing myself for another round of Fed's self-cent
BerniceMy mind racing as I recalled the devastating downfall of Stephen Corporation in my previous life. The memories were still vivid, etched into my mind like a painful scar.Stephen Corporation, my family's company, had been in fierce competition with Miller Corporation for a government-issued urban renovation project. Stephen Corporation's technical expertise had given us the edge, and we secured the contract. I remember the pride on my father's face when we won. Little did we know, it was the beginning of the end.Construction had barely begun when go
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