EMMA'S POV The police car came to a sudden stop, jerking me forward before I could even process the past few minutes. My wrists, still bound tightly behind my back, ached from the metal cuffs digging into my skin. My breathing was steady, but my heart pounded, adrenaline still coursing through my veins. The door swung open abruptly, and before I could shift my weight, two officers grabbed me roughly, yanking me out like I was some kind of terrorist. Their grip was firm, unyielding, as if they were afraid I might try to run.But I wasn’t running. Not now.The cold night air hit me like a slap to the face, sending a chill down my spine. My hair, once neatly styled, now hung in messy strands around my face, slightly damp with sweat. The dim glow of the streetlights reflected off the wet pavement, casting eerie shadows around the station entrance. I took a slow, deep breath, trying to steady myself as they marched me forward.As I stepped into the station, my eyes darted around, scanning
EMMA'S POVAs soon as the cab rolled to a stop in front of my house, I let out a quiet breath of relief. The long night was finally over. I reached for the door handle, pushed it open, and stepped out, stretching my stiff legs."What?" The driver’s mouth fell open in shock.It took me a moment to understand why he was looking at me like I had just performed some kind of miracle. Then it hit me— I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to be acting injured.I turned back to the cab and saw the driver staring at me with wide eyes, his face filled with confusion. He had seen me struggle earlier, barely able to move, acting as if every step pained me. Now, here I was, walking perfectly fine, as if nothing had happened."I thought you couldn’t walk?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.I hesitated for a brief second before giving him a small, reassuring smile. "Is there anything God can’t do?" I replied, lifting my shoulders in a careless shrug.The driver blinked, clearly tryi
JASON'S POVTwo weeks before I met Emma on a dating app, I had met someone else— Vina. She was unlike anyone I had ever been with before. She was different from Hannah, my ex. Unlike Hannah, who always struggled with communication and seemed emotionally distant, Vina was the complete opposite. Talking to her was effortless. Conversations with her flowed naturally, without any awkward pauses or forced small talk. She had this way of keeping me engaged, making every discussion feel meaningful and enjoyable.Vina was funny, smart, and full of life. She asked the right questions, making me feel like she was genuinely interested in getting to know me on a deeper level. There was never a dull moment with her. Every text, every call, and every conversation was filled with laughter, teasing, and an undeniable chemistry. It was refreshing— something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. My last relationship had been filled with misunderstandings and awkward silences. But with Vina, everything f
EMMA'S POVAngel has been in my house for three days now, staying with Jason and me. And seriously, she’s making me uncomfortable in so many ways.At first, I thought I was just overreacting. Maybe I was being too critical, maybe I was letting little things bother me too much. But with each passing day, my discomfort only grew.First, there’s the way she dresses. I don’t even know if I can call it dressing. Her clothes are so revealing that I feel like she walks around half-naked all the time. Her nipples are always visible, poking through her thin tops like they have a life of their own. It’s distracting. Not just to me, but I can tell Jason notices too, even if he tries to act like he doesn’t.And the worst part? She doesn’t seem to care. Not one bit.I mean, come on, have some decency! I get it— some people are comfortable in their skin, and that’s fine. But there’s a difference between confidence and outright disrespect. She knows she’s in another woman’s house, staying with a man
EMMA'S POVI couldn’t stop thinking about the metal bat I saw in Angel’s room. The image of it kept playing in my head like a broken record, refusing to leave me alone. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again— heavy, solid, and dangerous. It wasn’t just any bat; it was something far more threatening. The sleek, polished metal reflected the light in a way that made my stomach twist with unease. It was the kind of weapon someone would use if they wanted to make sure their victim wouldn’t get up again.A shiver ran down my spine at the thought.Why would she have something like that?I tried to convince myself that maybe I was just overthinking things. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe she had it for protection, or maybe it was just for sports— though I had never seen Angel play baseball a day in her life. But no matter how much I tried to push the thoughts away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to it.Something dark.A regular person wouldn’t keep a bat like that
EMMA'S POV I watched as Jason spun the bottle, my heart hammering against my chest, faster than I’d like to admit. The dim glow of the living room lights cast flickering shadows across the walls, making everything feel more intense. I could hear the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, but all my focus was on that spinning bottle, turning endlessly as if it held some kind of power over us.When the bottle finally stopped, my stomach twisted into a knot. It had landed on Angel’s spot.I swallowed, forcing myself to glance at her, waiting to see her reaction. Her lips curled into a small, unreadable smile as she met Jason’s gaze. There was something in her expression— something knowing, something deliberate— that made my pulse quicken with unease.Jason smirked, the corner of his lips lifting in amusement. His blue eyes held a spark of mischief as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “Truth or Dare?” he asked, his voice smooth yet playful.Angel didn’t hesita
EMMA'S POVThe way I ran into the house was like never before. My legs felt weak, but I didn’t stop. My heart pounded so fast that I thought it might explode. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last. I didn’t even bother to check if anyone was watching me. My only concern was Jason.I needed to see him. I needed to make sure he was okay.As soon as I got inside, my eyes darted around the room, scanning every corner until they landed on the couch. There he was— Jason. He was lying there, his body still, his face peaceful. But was he really fine?Panic surged through me. What if something had already happened? What if I was too late?I rushed over to him, my hands shaking uncontrollably. My fingers trembled as I reached out and touched his arm."Jason?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. I leaned in closer, my breath shaky.For a moment, there was nothing. No response. My heart dropped, and fear gripped me like a cold hand. But then, slowly, his
EMMA'S POVAfter last night, Jason and I promised never to lie to each other again. No more secrets, no more hiding things from each other. No matter what happened, we were going to stick together. That was the deal.It felt like a fresh start, like we were finally on the same page. I wanted to believe that from now on, nothing and no one could come between us. We had been through too much already.So, this morning, after I and Jason finish making breakfast, I went straight to Angel’s room to call her to eat. But when I got there, the room was empty. The bed was neatly made, the pillows fluffed, and the curtains drawn open, letting the morning sunlight stream in. It didn’t look like she had slept there at all.Frowning, I stepped inside and looked around. There was no sign of her shoes, her purse, or even the light jacket she always wore when she went out. It was strange. She never left the house without at least letting someone know where she was going."Angel?" I called out, but the
VINA'S POVThe sunlight hit me straight in the face through the open window, and that was what dragged me out of sleep. My head was pounding like a marching band had set up camp in my brain. I groaned and sat up slowly, squinting around the unfamiliar room."Where am I?" I muttered, confused, dragging the sheets off my body and standing up carefully like the floor might move under me.Then... flashes of last night hit me.The bar.The drinks.That guy...I clutched my head and gasped. “Did we have sex?” I asked myself, my voice just above a whisper. The worst part? I couldn’t remember. That frustrated me more than the headache itself.Before I could process anything further, my phone rang. The sound felt like a hammer slamming into my skull. I grabbed my bag and pulled out the phone. Isabella— my ever-so-efficient assistant."Morning, boss!" she chirped.I winced. “Morning,” I replied, sounding half-dead.“We have a new client this morning,” Bella said.I rolled my eyes and hissed. “T
ALFRED'S POVYou know, I’ve always been smart enough to avoid having a business rival like Noir Elixir. I mean, they’re one of the biggest fashion labels in the world— especially here in New Jersey. People worship that brand like it’s the Bible of fashion. Me? I just wanted to build my own thing quietly. But somehow, here I am— stuck in a huge mess with them.They’re accusing me of stealing their design.Crazy, right?I own LUXRA, a fast-rising fashion tech brand. We use AI to create custom pieces for elite clients. Yeah, it’s still new, just growing. But I have a big vision for it. I believe in this company more than I’ve ever believed in anything. But now, Scott Norman— CEO of Noir Elixir— is suing me for theft.And all of this wouldn’t be happening if Ivy hadn’t left me for Scott.Yep. That part still stings.The design in question? I created it. It came from my brain, my sketches, my software. Back when Ivy and I were dating, she knew all about it. I trusted her with everything— m
VINA'S POVBefore I stepped out of the car, I wiped my tears quickly. My eyes were swollen, but I couldn’t let the guests see me like that. How could I even begin to explain to everyone inside that my own husband got my twin sister pregnant? I forced a smile on my face, fixed my dress, and walked towards the front door like everything was perfect.As soon as I stepped into the house, I heard loud voices yell, "Happy birthday!" They all thought it was Scott walking in behind me."Where is he?" his mother, Nina, asked with a big smile on her face."Uh... kind of busy," I replied, forcing another smile. "But he'll be here very soon."The words tasted like poison in my mouth. Today was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be perfect. But everything had fallen apart. I climbed the stairs slowly, went into our bedroom, and locked the door behind me. My legs gave out, and I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to replay everything I had just witnessed at Scott’s office.Ivy. My own twin sist
VINA'S POVFor a whole month, I had been thinking of how I was going to celebrate my husband’s birthday. Scott — my charming, handsome billionaire husband. We’ve been married for two years now, and to be honest, it’s the kind of marriage I dreamed about back when I was just a teenager. You know, the fairy-tale type where the prince falls in love with the village girl — except in my case, I was a successful lawyer, and he was the prince with a black card.And today — yes, today was his birthday.The house? Already decorated from head to toe by professionals. The smell of his best dish filled the air. His favorite wine? Sitting perfectly chilled, waiting. I invited his friends, his siblings, even his ever-dramatic mother. All set. All perfect. I couldn’t stop smiling. I imagined the look on his face when he walked in and saw everything. I could already hear his deep laugh, the kind that made my heart do backflips.But to make everything seem normal, I thought — hey, why not go pick him u
EMMA'S POVAs soon as I heard that Angel had been apprehended, I went back home with Jason.I had to plead for Aunty Grace to follow me as well at least to see Mum Susan.Jason told me how he had to devise the necessary means to take Angel down. He disguised himself as Mr Graham three months ago when he found out the kind of shady business that Angel does.Though the poison that was given to Angel didn't kill Veronica but definitely she is going to receive a punishment equivalent to her sins.I told Jason to take me straight to Mum Susan’s house. I don't know how i really feel about her.I am happy that I have a mother but I really want to know why she did that to my father.When she saw me she ran to me with tears in her eyes and hugged me.Aunty Grace refused to come down from the car.I ignored it because I had so many things to talk to her about.Cherry isn't around yet but I called her and informed her that I am at home.Mum Susan started cooking for me and before the food was re
After that night, everything changed. I could feel it the moment I walked into the FBI headquarters. The looks on their faces, the whispers, the way they avoided meeting my eyes—all signs that they had lost faith in me. And I couldn’t blame them. I had one job: to deliver Damon, and I failed.That night, the building was surrounded. I had planned everything perfectly. Agents were stationed at every exit, waiting for my command. We were so close. I could practically taste victory. But, Damon found out who I am. And till now am still wondering how he did.I thought about the way he looked at me last night, the pain in his eyes. I had never seen him like that before. For a moment, I saw the man behind the empire, the man behind all the crimes. And I froze. That was all it took. In that split second, he escaped, and I was left standing there, surrounded by disappointed faces.Now, I was sitting in the cold, gray interrogation room. My heart was pounding as Agent Faith, the lead investiga
I’ve spent the last two years living a lie. Two years of pretending to be someone I’m not, of working my way up the ranks of the most feared mafia organization in the city. Two years of getting closer to the man who sits on the throne of crime and cruelty. They call him Damon Black— the devil of Hell's Kitchen. He doesn’t trust anyone, especially not women. That’s why I had to do it. Why I had to cut my hair, hide my identity, and become ‘Liam,’ his loyal right-hand man.It took time, patience, and bloodshed. I had to prove myself over and over again. But finally, I made it to his side, becoming the one person he relies on. Every day, I stand by him, acting like I’m loyal to him while I secretly gather evidence, waiting for the perfect moment to bring him down. The FBI is counting on me. My mission is to make sure this cold-blooded criminal pays for all the lives he’s ruined.But sometimes... Sometimes, when he looks at me with those piercing green eyes, I forget who I am. I forget wh
ANGEL'S POVI have arranged for Mr David to be kidnapped. I got my men to make him confess that he accused Veronica wrongly.As for Veronica, my next visit to see her in jail will be the day she takes her last breath.I want to use this few days she has given me to clear all the evidence regarding my underground business and also to arrange for a befitting funeral for her.Veronica, don't blame me for been ruthless. You touched a sleeping lion, thinking that it's dead.“Hello, Mr Graham, can we meet at our usual place of meeting?”.“I told you to call only when it's an emergency”.Scumbag, if it's not an emergency would I even care to call you? So annoying. I said within me.“Mr Graham, of course it's an emergency. If it's not an emergency, I wouldn't dare to call you”. I explained myself.“Go ahead, what's the problem?”“Someone knows our secret and she is threatening to submit the evidence to the police”.“How careless could you be girl?! I told you that you should always double che
PEARL'S POV I was so lucky to have escaped from Bruno's wrath. I went to visit Miriam in the hospital and I couldn't even recognize her. Doctor said that she was brutally raped and so many infection has been introduced into her body. I never knew that Bruno could be so ruthless and brutal for Cherry's sake. “Who did this to her?”. Andrew asked me as he saw Miriam's condition. “It's Cherry's boyfriend, Bruno”. I replied. “Did you make Miriam to drug Cherry?”. He asked while looking at me intently. “I didn't do anything. Miriam was desperate to destroy Cherry's life. I told her to calm down for us to strategize a good means to achieve that but she was too desperate to get rid of Cherry”. I explained without batting an eye or feeling guilty about my lies. “The footage that I watched said a diffferent thing. Miriam told me all the plans that you have installed for Cherry before this incident happened. And now you are saying something different because you feel that Miriam can't