EMMA'S POV"Alright, Miss Martinez. You know why you’re here, right?" the interrogator asked, his voice calm yet filled with a hint of intimidation.I leaned back in the cold, metal chair, forcing a small smile to play on my lips. "Nope," I said, feigning ignorance.The man—Peter, as I soon learned—smiled back, but his eyes remained sharp and calculating. "My name is Peter, and I’d really appreciate it if you could make this easy for both of us. I mean, don’t drag this out," he said, tapping his pen on the table.I crossed my legs and readjusted my sitting position. "What do you want from me, Peter?"He leaned forward slightly, his expression hardening. "So, Miss Martinez, why did you stab Mr. Grant?"I blinked, keeping my face calm, though my insides churned at his accusation. "I didn’t," I said firmly.Peter studied me in silence for a few moments, his stare almost unnerving. "So, he stabbed himself?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm."I don’t know," I replied, keeping my tone
VERONICA'S POVOne thing I’ve always been good at is pretending. I know how to put on the perfect act, making people see only what I want them to see. So, when I had Emma arrested, I knew it would buy me time. Time to get closer to Simeon. Time to make him forget her.I sat by his bedside, watching his pale face, waiting for him to open his eyes. It was late—around 2 a.m.—and I must have dozed off. I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep until I felt a light tap on my shoulder.I woke up abruptly, blinking in the dim hospital light. It was him. Simeon. His tired eyes were open, looking straight at me.“You’re awake?” I said, quickly sitting up, my hand reaching out to touch his cheek. I smiled at him warmly, as if I’d been waiting for this moment forever.“Where is Emma?” he asked.The question hit me like a slap. My smile faltered for a moment before I quickly recovered. Of course, she was the first thing on his mind. Not me, the one sitting by his side, sacrificing my sleep to care for h
VERONICA'S POVIt wasn’t long before a nurse walked into the room. Simeon quickly tried to remove his hand from my chest, but I held it firmly, giving him no chance to withdraw. The nurse gave me a curious look before speaking.“Miss Stacy, there are some people outside waiting to see Mr. Grant. Should I let them in?” she asked, her tone polite.At first, I was tempted to say yes, but I decided to check for myself who they were. Peeking through the door, I saw them — a group of reporters with cameras, microphones, and eager faces. My heart skipped. The media.“Praise God,” I whispered under my breath. If I had foolishly allowed them in, Simeon would have known I was the one who broke the news about Emma’s alleged involvement in his stabbing. That revelation would ruin everything I’ve been working so hard to achieve.Turning back to the nurse, I spoke calmly, “Tell them to wait. I’ll address them shortly.”I took a moment to compose myself, then stepped outside to meet the reporters. A
EMMA'S POVDaniel’s unexpected visit to the police station felt like a blessing. Thanks to him, I was able to call in a lawyer, and after some grueling interrogation, I was finally set free. They did, however, warn me not to leave the city. It was clear Veronica’s plan to keep me locked up for two days had failed. I silently thanked Daniel as I left the station, but my mind quickly shifted to Simeon. I needed to protect him.I hailed a cab and told the driver to take me to the hospital. My hands shook as I prayed silently, hoping it wasn’t too late. The guilt gnawed at me—what if something had already happened to him? When I reached the hospital, I rushed straight to the reception desk. “I’m here to see Simeon Grant. He was brought in last night to Room 106,” I said, out of breath.The nurse gave me a blank look before glancing at her computer. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but there’s no record of a Simeon Grant being admitted here.”Her words hit me like a brick wall. “What do you mean by ‘no
SIMEON'S POVI woke up feeling disoriented, my body heavy and my head pounding. The sterile scent of a hospital was gone, replaced by something softer and unfamiliar. I opened my eyes slowly, taking in the lavish room around me. This wasn’t the hospital. My heart sank as I realized I had no idea where I was.As I scanned the room, my eyes fell on her. Veronica. She stood by the dresser, her back to me, completely naked. My breath hitched. It had been years, but her body was as I remembered—perfectly curved, an image of the past I thought I’d left behind.I cleared my throat, unable to stop myself from making a sound. She turned to face me, her expression calm, almost amused. My eyes betrayed me, darting to her bare chest, her confidence holding my gaze hostage.“How are you feeling?” she asked, her voice smooth like honey.I couldn’t speak. The sight of her standing there, so unabashed, had stolen my words. She smiled knowingly, taking her time as she slipped into a dress. She climbed
EMMA'S POVIt had been two days since Veronica had taken Simeon out of the hospital and brought him to her house. Every hour that passed felt like torture to me. I couldn’t stop wondering what was happening between them. I sent countless messages to Veronica, shouting and threatening her to release Simeon, but she refused. Her silence was infuriating. Sometimes, I even questioned if Simeon wanted to stay there. Maybe he was enjoying his time with her. Or maybe... just maybe, Veronica was taking advantage of his injuries to trap him in her web.Her last words to me kept ringing in my head like a curse: "I will fuck Simeon until he forgets you." I hated how her voice echoed in my mind. What if Veronica was already doing it? The question haunted me relentlessly.This morning, the vibration of my phone woke me up. I didn’t even bother opening my eyes to look for it. I reached out blindly and answered the call.At first, I heard heavy breathing. Then, her voice—Veronica’s voice—mocking me.
JUDITH'S POV When Veronica knocked on my door two weeks ago, I never imagined how much my life would change. I was already at my lowest point, battling a serious health crisis with my mom. She needed surgery, and the cost was more than I could ever afford, even with my high-paying job. No one seemed willing to help, and I had exhausted all my options. Then, Veronica showed up like a miracle—although I’d soon realize she was anything but. The first words out of her mouth caught me completely off guard: "I need your help, and I’ll pay you any amount you want." My heart skipped a beat. Veronica’s offer sounded like it had been sent straight from heaven. I didn’t even ask what she needed at first. I was too focused on what her words meant—relief. A way out of this nightmare. But as she explained, I started to understand the real cost of her so-called help. "I want you to send a resignation letter to Emma," she began. At first, I thought it was a harmless favor. Maybe a disagreement o
VERONICA'S POVIt was an ordinary afternoon when one of my security guards informed me that a lady named Judith was waiting at the gate. I frowned, puzzled by her unexpected appearance. I don’t have any business with Judith anymore. Why is she here? I thought. Despite my confusion, I gave the order, “Walk her in.”Moments later, Judith strolled into my living room, and what she was wearing left me speechless. She had on a short, tight gown that hugged her curves in all the wrong—or right—ways, depending on who was looking. Her hips swayed with every step, and her breasts was practically on full display. Her nipples pressed visibly against the fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination.“Good afternoon,” Judith said with a sugary sweetness that made my stomach churn. I heard her words, but my attention was trapped by her bold appearance. She even cleared her throat to grab my attention further, forcing me to look up at her face.“What are you doing here, Judith?” I asked, doing my best
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
EMMA'S POVAunty Grace has been behaving strangely ever since she saw the picture of Mum Susan and Cherry.Though she told me that my mother ran away with another man. But deep down, I am still happy that she's alive.I went to her room to keep a file that she asked me to keep in her closet.When I went there, I opened the closet and placed the file in there. But something caught my attention. An old photo box that was filled with dust.I was curious, what is this dusty thing doing in Aunty Grace’s drawer. I picked it up and opened it. I saw photos of my father when he was much younger.I continued to flip each page, I was shocked to see Mum Susan's photo in my Aunty's box photo.Wait a sec, is Mum Susan really my mother?No wonder she was shocked at seeing her photo on my phone.So Cherry and Lucas are my step siblings?I didn't know how to react. Suddenly the door made a creak sound and I tried to place the photo box back but Aunty Grace had already came in.“What's up? I came to