Eunice’s POVI was right there in Jamaica, relaxing in my hotel room when a sudden call came through from Blackson. His name flashing across the screen snapped me out of my thoughts instantly.I had sent him to find out the reason behind Dr. Joel’s murder. We already knew it was Lola who ordered the hit, but knowing that alone wasn’t enough—we needed to know the reason behind it. It was the key to everything that would make us arrest her immediately. “Ma’am, I pieced everything together and finally found out why,” Blackson said, his voice steady over the phone.He explained how he retrieved and analyzed recorded CCTV footage from Dr. Joel’s hospital. Initially, the videos had no sound—it was the default setting. But he discovered that the system had, in fact, recorded audio. It only needed proper configuration to extract the voices.Using advanced software, Blackson was able to activate the audio track and isolate the sounds. He heard Khalid, grunting and blurting out the name of the
Logan’s POV“Freeze, or I will fucking shoot!” shouted Blackson Obama and my heart raced.Now, Blackson wasn’t just some private investigator criminals like me feared to the bone marrow. He was something far more dangerous: a deadly CIA operative whose position as a private investigator was just a cover.Nobody knew that about him, nobody, except hardened criminals like me. I knew his truth because he had arrested me a few times before. And every time, he made damn sure I felt the weight of the chaos I caused—right from my anus, literally.But due to one thing or another, I always handed to the domestic police. According to the CIA, I wasn’t criminal enough to warrant their full attention. They dealt more with terrorists and for a criminal like me, the police were the one to handle me.The domestic police were nothing like the CIA. Softer, easier to negotiate with. They let me off the hook on bail every time.But now? Seeing Blackson behind me, his gun pointed right at my back, and m
Logan’s POVI sat on the road that led to Lola’s home, just as her call came through with one clear instruction, take down Tyler!I had always known this day would come. Some might say that I was the root cause of all of these. But let’s not forget Jasmine’s skin was already darkening. Sooner or later, she’d be as dark as me.And when she’s as dark as me, would Tyler, a white man not start having doubts? Because how in the world would Tyler a white, Lola a white have a black child like Jasmine? And then when he sees this, what happens after then?Lola told me she was already poisoning him with some slow-working substance, but wasn’t that taking too long?I needed Lola back. I wanted my child. And now that I was out of prison, wouldn’t it be justice to reclaim what was rightfully mine?So I sat and waited. The first kill—Mrs. Highlander—had been almost too easy.Of course, she was just an old woman. How much trouble could she possibly give me?I barged into her house and found her sea
Lola’s POVTyler was not the kind of man raised to hit a woman. If it had been Logan I had done this to, he’d have stepped down from the car, opened my side of the door, and slapped me again and again. If he didn’t strangle me to death first. Survival would’ve been a matter of chance.But Tyler wasn’t like that. That was why I was still sitting in the car, my heart pounding but my face untouched.All I thought was that after he screamed, he would calm down, drive us home in silence. He might not talk to me for days, and then, eventually, since he still needed a child, he’d come around. He’d convince himself to move forward with me still in his story, because why not?Everybody already believed Jasmine was his. I remember the naming ceremony like it was yesterday. People from work, from his childhood, his long distant family, everyone had come. They brought gifts, took pictures, and called him “Daddy.” Even on her first birthday, he held her like she was his world.So now, with everyth
Lola’s POV Tyler got closer to the car, his steps slow and heavy like he was dragging the weight of the world behind him. I watched in silence as he opened the driver’s door and slid right in without a word.As he settled into the seat, I noticed something in his hand—an envelope. My eyes narrowed. We didn’t come to the hospital with any envelope, so where had that come from? Why was he holding it so tightly, like it carried something that could ruin everything?He looked both sad and angry—an expression I wasn’t used to seeing on his face. I had planned to pretend. To lie through my tears and play the role of the grieving wife with puffy eyes, hoping to sway his emotions. But here he was—actually broken. Genuinely crushed. With real puffy eyes, and a darkness in them I couldn’t place.It unsettled me.Still, I thought, I could deal with that later. Right now, I had to make my move.As a woman, we are taught that emotions are our strength. We lead with them, we wield them. And no mat
Tyler’s POVLuckily, Jasmine had been treated, and she was no longer bleeding.“You might want to be more careful with your child, Mr. and Mrs. Cooper," the doctor said sternly. "Please do not leave her alone again. She’s just a child, and you know how children are, everything fascinates them. They don’t always recognize danger until it’s too late.”The doctor advised us calmly as he walked into the waiting room. He gave us a final look before turning and stepping back into his office.“Thank you, Doctor,” I replied, managing a polite smile as I turned to make the payment for the treatment at the reception desk.Afterward, Lola stood up, already carrying Jasmine in her arms. There was no need to lift her again, but she adjusted her gently, cradling her into a more comfortable position.Jasmine wasn’t asleep. Her eyes were half open, dazed, but aware.Normally, before all of this, I would have leaned in, rubbed her little head, touched her nose with mine, maybe whispered something swee