VINA'S POVIt’s been four days. Four long, cruel days, and Ivy and I haven’t seen Mom. Not even a glimpse. Ever since the Normans took her from the psychiatric hospital, it’s like she disappeared from the surface of the earth. Vanished without a trace. I tried. I really did. I tried using the few connections I had to fight them, to bring her back, to at least find out where they were keeping her. But nothing worked. No door opened. Not even the police. They killed the case like it was nothing— like her life didn’t matter. Like she was disposable. That was the moment I truly realized how powerful and dangerous the Normans are. That was the moment I saw the extent of their reach. It’s terrifying. How much they can get away with. How much they can cover up.And to think I presently shared that name. Norman. I answered it with pride. God, it disgusts me now. Just the sound of it makes my stomach turn. Marrying Scott was the biggest mistake of my life. The moment I said “I do” to him, I si
VINA'S POVThe way Scott gripped the gun, it was so clear— he was ready to end every life in the house. His eyes had no mercy, just pure rage and desperation. My heart raced, pounding like a drum in my chest."I thought we were on the same side?" I asked, staring at the gun pointed right at me. My voice trembled, but I needed answers.Scott didn’t even blink. "Yes, I was… until I realized we can’t win. Working with you won’t bring me anything," he said coldly.I stepped back slowly, shaking my head. “What benefit, Scott? There’s nothing to gain if your father doesn’t get the justice he deserves,” I said. I tried to reach the Scott I once knew— the one who stood for truth for some. But maybe he never existed.He gave a small, bitter smile. “I’ve heard this same story Patrick just told since I was sixteen. I used to wonder why my father kept repeating it... until I asked him.” He looked at me like I was the fool. “His answer made me understand. I had to marry one of you. Vina, being the
VINA'S POVI had always believed I knew my father. Nathaniel. A man of class, grace, and quiet strength. But as Patrick began to speak that evening, with a glass of wine in his hand and a strange glint in his eyes, I realized how little I actually knew.“They say, idea without money is nothing,” Patrick started, his voice steady but deep, like he had carried these words for years. “Nathaniel, your father… he was the original idea behind Noir Elixir. He was fashion itself. His mother taught him everything.”I blinked. What?No one had ever told me that before. Not once.Beside me, Ivy tensed, but said nothing. I couldn’t even glance at her. My eyes were glued to Patrick as he spoke. My fingers tightened around the untouched glass in front of me. This wasn’t the kind of story you listened to with a drink. This was the kind of story that needed your full attention."Your father and Richard were best friends," Patrick continued. "After they finished high school, Richard went on to college
VINA'S POVThe drive to Mr. Patrick’s house felt like it would never end. Every mile stretched like elastic, and every turn seemed to pull me further into a fog of anticipation. My fingers clenched the steering wheel tighter than necessary, and my breath came slow and deliberate, as if trying to hold back the weight in my chest. Every minute ticked by slowly, dragging my heart along with it like a stubborn shadow I couldn’t outrun. I had been there once— years ago— when Patrick was very sick. As his boss, it was my duty to check on him. But today’s visit was different. This wasn’t about protocol, courtesy, or even sympathy. This was about truth. And I had come for it.When I finally pulled into the compound, I noticed Ivy and Scott had just arrived too. Their car was parked near the entrance, its engine humming low, cooling from the journey. I stepped out of mine, adjusting the hem of my jacket and bracing myself for what lay ahead. My eyes scanned the quiet surroundings as I reached
VINA'S POVAfter what happened last night and what Kira displayed at the mansion that morning, I knew I couldn’t stay there any longer. I needed to breathe. I needed space. The sky was already crying, heavy rain pouring down as if it understood what I felt inside. But even the storm couldn’t stop me.I grabbed my car keys.“Just wait until the rain stops,” Ivy said from behind me, sounding worried.“I need to leave,” I whispered, not even looking back. “And please, start thinking of another lie to confuse everyone that you’re not pregnant.”I didn’t wait for her reply.The rain hit the windshield like tiny bullets as I drove straight to Alfred’s house. I didn’t care how wet or cold I was. My heart was heavier than the clouds above. I just needed to see him.When I entered Alfred’s house, it was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that makes you feel like something is broken. The whole place reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. My chest tightened. That smell— grief, pain, stress— it was
SCOTT'S POVThe morning after that intense dinner, I moved carefully through the hallway, making sure no one saw me as I slipped into Vina’s room. We had to keep up the act— the carefully constructed lie we’d fed my father. No one could know that we didn’t actually sleep in the same room. Not yet. Not while we were still neck-deep in this ocean of secrets and lies that threatened to pull us under with every passing day.As soon as I walked in, I saw Vina already sitting on the edge of the bed. Her posture was stiff, shoulders tense, and her eyes were dark, unfocused, like she was lost in a spiral of thoughts too heavy to say out loud. Her voice was quiet, almost hollow, when she finally spoke.“I never knew your little sister had it in her to kill,” she said, her gaze still fixed on the floor as if afraid that if she looked up, everything would collapse.I walked slowly to the bed and sat beside her, just far enough that our shoulders didn’t touch. “I’m also surprised,” I admitted, tr
VINA'S POV Ivy sat right in front of me at the dining table. She hadn’t taken her eyes off me since I read Jack’s message. I tried to act calm, tried to look normal, but I was shaking all over. I couldn’t help it. My hands were trembling, and even though I kept telling myself to stay strong, my whole body felt like it was vibrating.“What’s wrong?” Scott whispered beside me. He touched my arm gently. That used to calm me down. Not anymore. I didn’t feel anything. I was numb. Empty.I could till feel Richard watching me. His eyes were sharp and cold, like he was trying to read my thoughts. He always watched too closely. Always looked too deep.“Jack’s father is dead,” I whispered under my breath.“What?” Scott shouted. His voice was loud and shocked. Too loud. Everyone at the table froze. Forks stopped halfway to mouths. Glasses were held in the air. The whole table went silent.“Any problem, son?” Nina asked from across the table. Her voice was calm, but I could tell she was paying c
VINA'S POVWhen Scott told me he knew who killed my father, I was expecting a name. A real name. A direct person. But instead, he said, “It’s someone who knows the killer.”I folded my arms and stared at him, disappointed. “That’s not helpful, Scott.”Then he said something that changed everything.“He’s the killer’s son.”That made me stop breathing for a second.“So where is he?” I asked, wasting no time.Scott turned to the man beside him— Jack. Jack looked like he had been waiting to speak, but didn’t want to.Jack sighed deeply before replying. “He’s in prison.”I blinked. “Why?”Jack looked at me with tired eyes. “Your husband-in-law put him there. Mr. Richard is a very intelligent man. He knew keeping him out was a future problem.”I slowly exhaled and nodded. It made sense. Richard always played ten steps ahead.“I need your father’s help,” I said, my voice low but firm. “And I’m very sure he would be interested in getting a perfect revenge for what Richard did to him.”Jack g
ALFRED'S POVAnother trial at the court is less than two weeks away, but Vina and I hadn’t spoken in days. It felt strange not hearing from her, especially now when I needed her the most. She was my lawyer, but more than that, she was my only hope. Still, the silence between us grew like a heavy fog, thick and hard to breathe through. Every day without her call made me feel more alone. I kept checking my phone, hoping to see her name on the screen. But nothing came. No messages. No calls. Just silence.In the midst of that silence, a twisted offer kept popping up.Kira.She continuously reaching out to me, like a ghost from the past. She said she could stop everything— the trial, the threats, the chaos. All I had to do was get back together with her. Just like before. Like we never ended things. She made it sound so easy, like all the problems in my life could disappear if I just held her hand again. She acted like we were only a kiss away from peace.But nothing about this was simple