EMMA'S POVWhen my phone rang, I was still half-asleep. My hand fumbled around on the bed until I found it. I didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was; the voice on the other end was enough.“Good morning, dear,” Simeon greeted.With my eyes barely open, I mumbled back, “Good morning.”“Are you still asleep?” he asked, and I finally opened my eyes to check the time. It was 11 a.m.“Nope, I’m awake,” I lied, sitting up and brushing my hair back.“How was your night?” I asked, trying to sound cheerful.“Bad,” he admitted, his tone heavy. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened yesterday. The world now thinks I’m secretly involved in drugs.”The pain in his voice hit me hard. “I’m so sorry, Simeon,” I said softly, wishing I could take his pain away. “All this will end soon.”“How? When?” he shot back, frustration lacing his words.I didn’t have a solid answer, but I couldn’t let him lose hope. “Soon,” I said firmly, even though I wasn’t sure myself. “Daniel will pay for h
DANIEL'S POVI was on my laptop, going through some emails when a notification popped up. A new mail. It had been months since I received one on this device, so my curiosity got the better of me. I clicked on it, half-expecting another spam message, but my heart stopped when I saw the content.It was a court summons. Emma was filing for a divorce.“What?” I shouted, my voice echoing through the room.The door burst open, and Veronica rushed in. “What’s up, baby?” she asked, her tone laced with concern.I was still staring at the screen, reading and rereading the message to ensure I wasn’t imagining things.“Daniel, what is going on?” Veronica pressed, moving closer.I finally turned to her, my face flushed with anger and disbelief. “Emma… she’s taking me to court. She wants a divorce!”Veronica’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “So, what are you planning to do?”“I don’t know!” I snapped, pacing around the room. “This can’t happen. A divorce would cost me everyth
EMMA'S POVI couldn’t believe what I had just heard. The judge had declared, with absolute finality, that Daniel had no properties and owed me nothing. Nothing. No properties, no money—nothing to show for years of building a life together."Daniel, one of the richest men in New York City, has no properties? How is that even possible?" I whispered to myself, disbelief coursing through me as I watched him standing before the judge. My mind reeled. What about Trenton Corp? Who owns it? I needed answers, but they weren’t coming fast enough.As the proceedings wrapped up, Veronica approached me with a smug smile. "Thanks for making all of this happen," she said, her tone dripping with mock gratitude. "I will forever be grateful." And just like that, she turned and walked away, leaving me rooted to the spot, stunned.From where I stood, I caught a glimpse of Daniel. He looked… off. There was something in his expression—unhappiness, perhaps regret. It was like something was eating away at hi
SIMEON'S POVThis afternoon, I was at one of my companies in Brooklyn, reviewing some reports. It was a busy day, but the thought of Emma possibly visiting had me looking forward to a pleasant break. She mentioned she might stop by, and I couldn’t wait to see her.My secretary entered the office, saying I had a visitor. "Show her in," I said with a smile, already assuming it was Emma. But when the door opened, it wasn’t Emma. It was Veronica.The sight of her froze me in place. I hadn’t seen Veronica in years, not since she walked out of my life, leaving me to pick up the pieces. Yet, here she was, standing in my office like nothing had happened. My mind raced back to our history, the moments we shared, and the pain of her betrayal.“What are you doing here, Veronica?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.“Hi, Simeon,” she said casually, as if we were old friends catching up. She walked in confidently, smiling in that way she always did when she wanted something. She sat down wi
EMMA'S POVIt had been nearly two weeks since Veronica took over Trenton Corp, and the media wouldn’t stop hounding her with one question: How? Everyone was dying to know how she had pulled it off, but what they didn’t realize was that Veronica had played Daniel like a fiddle, manipulating him into giving her what wasn’t hers.What made things worse was Veronica’s audacity. She’d offered the company to Simeon as a bargaining chip—to lure him back into her web, as if starting over with her could undo all the damage she’d caused. I’d pieced it all together when she had the nerve to confront me, accusing me of being the reason Simeon hadn’t signed the ownership documents.I didn’t want Simeon to sign them, and I made that clear. Trenton Corp wasn’t just another business; it was Daniel’s legacy. His grandparents built that company from the ground up, pouring their sweat and blood into its success. It wasn’t just a corporation; it was history. And now, Veronica, who had no clue what it mea
VERONICA'S POVIf there’s one thing I hate, it’s being threatened. Threats don’t scare me; they light a fire in me. They make me angry enough to do things that some might call crazy. Emma made the biggest mistake of her life when she tried to threaten me. What she doesn’t know is that I specialize in dealing with people who think they can intimidate me.Her threat sounded empty at first, but then again, it held something that could destroy me completely. I didn’t see it coming. I never thought Emma would use the videos and pictures I sent her. Back when I gave her that sex tapes to use in court, my mind was on how I could manipulate Daniel into transferring all his properties into my name. The thought of Emma turning that tapes against me never crossed my mind.And now, I’ve handed my worst enemy the one weapon that could make the whole world see the real me—the one thing that could ruin everything I’ve worked hard for. How foolish I was to trust her, even for a second.Did I leave Si
EMMA'S POV There was something odd about Aunt Grace that always gave me a sense of security—she never left the door unlocked, whether she was home or not. That evening, as I stepped into the house, I noticed the door slightly ajar. At first, I thought nothing of it. I was tired, drained from the day’s stress, and all I wanted was to collapse on the couch.But the moment I walked into the living room, I froze. The room was in disarray. Furniture had been moved, cushions scattered, and papers strewn across the floor. My heart skipped a beat.“What went wrong here?” I muttered to myself as I slipped off my shoes and dropped my bag.“Aunt Grace, I’m home!” I called out, my voice shaky.No response.I walked through the house, searching every corner. The kitchen, her room, even the backyard. But she wasn’t there. A strange feeling crept into my chest. Aunt Grace never left without telling me, yet she was nowhere to be found.Still, I convinced myself she’d gone out and would be back soon.
SIMEON'S POV Ever since Veronica started sending me her nudes pictures, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. Memories of our past kept replaying in my mind—the kisses, the hugs, and the deep, sex moments we shared. She had a body that could make any man lose control—her hips, her breasts, everything about her was mesmerizing. She knew how to use her beauty, and I couldn’t deny the temptation her images stirred within me. Just yesterday, when she walked into my office, the slope of her dress distracted me for a moment. For a brief second, I remembered how easy it used to be to push her against a wall or lay her down and take what she so willingly offered. But now? Now things were different. I couldn’t do that anymore. We weren’t together, and honestly, something inside me didn’t want to. As much as my body remembered the pleasures Veronica gave, my mind kept pulling me back. Her attitude was toxic—her beauty didn’t make up for her lack of respect. She was selfish, manipul
ALFRED'S POVAfter that dinner at the Chinese restaurant with Vina, I couldn’t get her off my mind. She reminded me of Ivy— same face, same eyes, same damn smile. If I wasn’t staring directly, I wouldn’t know the difference. Physically, they were like copy and paste. But in attitude and lifestyle? A whole world apart.For all the years I dated Ivy, I never knew she had a twin sister. Not once. She never mentioned it. Heck, she barely talked about her family at all— always complaining how they never loved her. She used to say the only thing that loved her was art. That’s what pulled me closer. Her passion. Her dreams. It matched mine. She always talked about becoming a model, and I believed in her.Even before I launched my fashion brand, LUXRA, Ivy had already started showcasing herself like the queen of the runway. She believed in the vision. She knew my dream before I even drew it on paper. And when I finally launched the brand, guess who made the first
IVY'S POVScientists say that whoever comes out first when twins are born is the firstborn. Well, Ivy — that’s me — I came out eight minutes before Lovina. So, yes, technically, I'm the big sister.But trust me, life never treated me like one. Vina always had everything — the luck, the status, the money, and the love. Me? I always got the leftovers. If Vina picked gold, I'd be left with dust. If she found a prince, I got the frog. And when it came to love... oh, don't even get me started.Finally, finally, I’m getting the kind of relationship I’ve always dreamed of. And guess what? It’s with Vina’s husband— Scott Norman. Yes, you heard right. Her husband. The one I’ve secretly wanted from the very first time I laid eyes on him. If they end up getting a divorce, that man is mine. And I won’t even pretend I feel bad about it. I’ve waited too long.Last night was wild. I mean, the best sex ever. Scott and I were fire together. Every moment felt like magic
VINA'S POV I sat there, staring at Alfred. The silence in the room was thick, like I could cut it with a knife. Suddenly, Alfred let out a deep breath and broke the silence."Can I ask you a question? And please be honest," he said, his voice low and serious.I nodded my head quickly. "You can," I said, my voice surprisingly calm even though my mind was racing.Honestly, I wanted to pour myself a glass of wine so badly just to calm my nerves, but I held back. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Drinking in front of him might make him think I wasn’t taking things seriously, and that was the last thing I wanted.He looked me dead in the eye and asked, "Do you know who I am since last night?"I blinked and shook my head. "I don’t. I just discovered today," I replied.Alfred gave a small, bitter smile. He didn’t believe me. I could tell."I don't believe that," he said. "I know a lot about you Normans. You people are deceitful, selfish, and wicked."Ouch. That stung, but honestly, I
VINA'S POVI was deep into a case file, trying to make sense of the mess someone had dumped on my table, when I heard voices outside my office. Loud, familiar voices. And then I heard his voice— Scott.My heart froze.Scott barely ever showed up at my workplace. It’s not like he didn’t know where I worked— he just always acted like my career was some hobby I picked up to pass time. So, what changed? What brought him here today, like a storm brewing at the edge of a quiet sea?Before I could process that thought, he pushed the door open and walked in, face like stone, jaw tight, eyes burning. I swear, if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under."I heard you're taking the Luxra Company case. Is that true?" His voice was sharp. No greetings, no courtesy, just pure accusation.I shut my laptop gently and leaned back in my chair, trying to keep calm. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me rattled."This is an office, Scott, not a local market," I said coolly. "So sit, and
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