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Lola’s POVBefore the arrest came, I stood at the same spot where I’d called Logan to take care of Tyler.The cold silence after the call ended felt heavier than usual. I sat by the roadside, next to an old wooden chair meant for weary travelers who needed a moment of rest before continuing their journey. That chair had seen strangers come and go—but now, it held me and my crumbling plans.I sat there, Jasmine still resting on my arm, my phone clutched in the other. I kept staring at the screen, expecting Logan to call back any second—to confirm the deed was done, that Tyler was out of the picture. Then, I could return home.My plan was simple, or so I thought. I’d scream upon seeing Tyler’s dead body, pretend to be shocked, call for help, and by doing so, no one would suspect I was behind anything. Just another grieving woman who had lost someone tragically.Once the dust settled, the next-of-kin documents would come into play. His lawyer would step in after the burial, and I’d inher
Tyler’s POVMy heart was still sinking into the ache of the realization, of the painful, unbearable truth I had just heard from Eunice. The crash of it all hadn’t even finished settling in when I suddenly saw the Green City Police swarm the entire area like a storm descending out of nowhere.In a split second, I watched the man aiming his gun at Logan lower his arm, and the officers handcuffed Logan immediately. It all happened so fast, yet my mind was moving in slow motion.What stunned me more was how the police and the man seemed to interact—almost like old friends. They spoke quietly as they took Logan away, leaving me standing there, frozen in place. Alone.“You okay?” one of the officers asked gently after seeing me alone, dazed in my thoughts, he patted my shoulder with the familiarity of someone who already knew the answer.They recognized I was the victim here. But more than that, they could see it—how I was breaking deep within, barely keeping it together.I had lived under
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