LETICIA’S POV I didn’t come to La Maison Rouge to overhear a murder plot. I came to enjoy dinner with my sister and her husband, something that rarely happens. I hadn’t seen them in months. Between my boss, Giovanni’s relentless demands at work, and the growing cold between me and everyone else at the office, it was only wise that I came out to her as an excuse to get some space to myself and breathe. I excused myself to the restroom after we finished eating the appetizers, hoping to fix up my makeup and have a moment to myself before the main course arrived. But as I was sitting in one of the cubicles at the restroom, I heard a voice that sounded familiar. I brushed it off because I didn't think it would be from someone I knew. Later another voice joined in the other person’s own. Ignoring it as a typical chatter between ladies, I resumed dressing up. I was in the last cubicle, the far end of the restroom. My heels clicked lightly on the floor as I reached into my purse for
WENDY’S POVNot even once in my life did I ever think I would be in the same room, sitting across from disguised Emily Coleman in a tucked-away booth at La Maison Rouge, pretending to be sipping on sparkling water. Wind of failure hovered between us as we stared into each other's eyes. The tension between us was thick such that even a knife couldn’t cut through. Yes, we are both failures. What brought us together tonight was that we both pursued Listowel yet lost. The clinking of cutlery from other tables filled the air as I thought of our petty alliance. Emily’s red lips curled into a light smirk as she twirled a glass of wine she was holding. Her eyes looked swollen while her chest heaved with anger. She consistently stole nervous glances at me before daring to break the palpable silence. “You’re awfully quiet today,” she said impatiently. Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts?”I looked at her, really scrutinizing her whole body as I tried to process her pride even after
It’s been a month since everything happened.I still wake up sometimes and have to remind myself that it’s real—that my name has been cleared. Emily’s web of lies has been unraveled before the whole world, thanks to my grandma finally releasing the tape after weeks of keeping it hostage. As I expected, the public's backlash against Emily has been harsh and brutal. Just like what happened to my company, her dad's is now on the receiving end. Investors are pulling out, and people are also boycotting their products. The International Ballet Board has suspended her for two years as punishment for lying to me. As a result, she's been stripped of her title as the best ballerina in the country. Oh how great it would have been if u had added the video of her bullying colleagues back in high school to it. She would have been done for good. Well, I can't complain much. The drags she's going through right now are more than enough for me. Besides, keeping this secret of hers to myself means
MELISSA’S POVThe morning sun filtered through the white curtains, casting golden rays on the sheets we were entangled in. Listowel’s heavy hands rested on my waist, rendering me immovable.His warm breath fanned against my neck as he lay peacefully behind me.I turned slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of his face. The scruff on his jaw had grown a little thicker over the past few days, but it suited him. I must say that for the past few months, this is the most peaceful I've seen him. He is not wearing a tailored suit, and there is no boardroom tension in his shoulders. It feels as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.“You’re staring at me,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. I flinched a bit as his voice caught me off guard. I didn't think he was awake.“You scared me… fvck…” I said, grinning back at him.“Do you like what you see?”I rolled my eyes, still smiling. “I’ve seen better.”He chuckled, low and soft. “Liar.”A comfortable silence settled be
MELISSA’S POV Tears streamed down my face as I wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingers running gently through his hair as we kissed. Moments later, I slowly pulled back and confessed into his ear, “I missed you” “I missed you too.” He whispered back. “What of the situation with Emily?” I asked. He let out a deep sigh but before he could say anything, “I know you didn’t do any of that. I believe those are wrong accusations.” I added, assuring him of my trust. A broad smile formed on his face as I scrutinized my whole face with passion before pulling me into a tight hug. “Thank you for believing in me….” He mumbled. I patted his back gently and said, “Don’t worry. I know she lied” “I will clear my name very soon. I have a recording of her confessing to everything.” He announced. My heart skipped with joy as I asked. “You do?” “Yes. I’ve already sent it to my Grandma and told her to do with it as she pleases. Whatever she decides to do is up to her. I’m done
MELISSA’S POVMy eyes widened in shock while my heart also started beating rapidly in my chest as I realized who it was. “Listowel?” I whispered, his smell filling my nostrils. For a moment, I let down my guard and hugged him back. I could feel his body relaxed as he leaned on my shoulders. I think my guess was right after all. From how tight he had held me, nobody had to tell me he was indeed going through a lot.Moments later, he pulled back from my embrace and grabbed my hands with force. Confused, “What?” I asked. Before I could pull my hands away, he pulled me into the hallway before closing my door shut behind.His lips parted dramatically yet no word came out. He looked like he was struggling to speak. “Come ..” he finally blurted, dragging me behind him.I yanked my hands free and halted in my steps, confused as to where we were going. “Come where? I’m not interested in—“Without warning, he forcefully grabbed my hands, my words dying on my lips as I trailed behind him lik