EMMA'S POVI opened my eyes suddenly, feeling completely disoriented. For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was or how I had gotten there. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, and the bed I was lying on felt different from my own. The sterile smell of antiseptics filled the air, making my head spin slightly. Blinking a few times to clear my vision, I looked around more carefully. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was in a hospital room. The realization hit me like a wave, bringing a new sense of confusion and unease.Why was I here? What had happened to me? My mind raced, desperately searching for answers, but I came up blank. The room was eerily quiet, and there was no one around to explain anything.I tried to sit up, but the sharp sting of a needle in my hand made me wince in pain. Glancing down, I saw an IV line inserted into the back of my hand. The sight of it made me uneasy. I carefully pulled it out, wincing slightly as the movement caused a small sting. I place
SIMEON'S POVAnything in a skirt gets more opportunities than us men. Women know how to use their charm, grace, and sometimes sheer audacity to twist the world in their favor. It’s like an unspoken rule that works every time. Take Veronica, for example— only God knows what kind of promises or favors she must have offered the Chief of Police in New York to make him so loyal to her. She has everyone wrapped around her little finger, manipulating them like pieces on a chessboard. Emma, on the other hand, has made her stance very clear— if Daniel and I don’t figure out a way to put Veronica behind bars where she belongs, we should forget about ever seeing her again.It’s frustrating. No, it’s infuriating. Yet, here we were, sitting in the Chief’s office, ready to confront him head- on. It had taken over an hour for him to even acknowledge our presence, which was nothing short of an insult considering the influence Daniel and I wielded in this city. Daniel, for one, wasn’t accustomed to be
JUDITH'S POVThe day I told Veronica about Emma's birthday started like any other ordinary day. The sun was shining brightly, birds were chirping outside my window, and I went about my usual routine without a clue about the chaos that would unfold. It was just another morning, or so I thought. Little did I know, this seemingly mundane day would spiral into something far more sinister than I could have ever imagined.When I casually mentioned Emma’s birthday to Veronica, her reaction was startling. Her eyes lit up with an excitement that seemed almost childlike, but I knew better than to trust that smile. It was the kind of smile that hinted at trouble, the kind of trouble that made your stomach twist into knots.“You’re going to help me poison her,” Veronica declared suddenly, without hesitation, as if she were asking me to pick up groceries.The words hit me like a brick. My heart stopped for a moment, and I stared at her, unable to believe what I had just heard. “Never. I can’t do t
EMMA'S POV The news about Veronica being dragged on TV by Daniel and Simeon was like sweet revenge served piping hot. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched it unfold. The way the public turned on her was something out of a dark fairy tale. People called her the wife of the devil himself— some even suggested she was Satan’s twin. Social media went wild. She trended for all the wrong reasons, and to be honest, it was satisfying to watch. But that satisfaction wasn’t enough for me. I wanted her behind bars. Attempted murder deserved more than just online humiliation. Still, I wasn’t complaining; what Daniel and Simeon did was legendary. There was even a video on F******k of her boarding a private plane out of New York. Good riddance. Or so I thought. The dreams, though. Oh, the dreams. Every single night since I left the hospital, she haunted me. Veronica, with her smug face, trying to kill me in my sleep. I’d wake up screaming and drenched in sweat, my heart pounding like I’d just ru
EMMA'S POV I sat in the dimly lit room, trying not to make eye contact with Marcus, the man polishing his gun like it was a prized possession. The shine on that gun was almost blinding, but the way he handled it made me want to melt into the chair and disappear. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was how chickens felt right before they ended up as dinner. “It’s been an hour and thirty minutes, and Simeon still isn’t here,” I said, trying to sound brave, but my voice cracked like a cheap mirror. Marcus didn’t even glance at me. He just kept wiping that gun, as if a single speck of dust would offend it. “Just let me go,” I blurted. “Sort out whatever problem you have with him without involving me!” Marcus finally looked up and laughed— a deep, chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You don’t understand the kind of danger you’re in, do you?” he said, his voice dripping with menace. “Danger? Look, I don’t even know what’s going on! Simeon dragged me into this mess. I’m
SIMEON'S POVYou know, life has a way of slapping you in the face and then handing you a lollipop. That’s exactly what happened to me. My name’s Simeon as you all know, and a few years back, my life was in shambles. Veronica, my ex, broke up with me. I mean, who breaks up with someone and takes all the financial support with them? She left me broke and heartbroken, but hey, what doesn’t kill you leaves you scratching your head in a casino.It was Marcus, my ever- so- helpful friend, who dragged me into that secret casino in New York. “Simeon, you need a break,” he said. Little did I know, I’d need more than a break. The place was like stepping into another world— lights, music, and women who looked like they walked straight out of a dream. And that’s when I saw her.Rose.The first time my eyes landed on her, my brain short- circuited. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was… divine. Her hips could start a war, and her chest? Let’s just say God spent overtime crafting her. As I stood there
ROSE'S POVYou know, life at the casino wasn’t exactly glamorous. People often imagine casinos as glittering places filled with excitement, luxury, and endless fun. But let me tell you the truth— it’s not like that when you’re working there. Shuffling cards, dealing with drunk gamblers, and pretending to care about their endless sob stories wasn’t exactly my idea of a dream job. It was exhausting, repetitive, and, most of all, draining. But then came Simeon. Oh, Simeon.The first time I saw him, I was mid- shuffle at my usual table. My hands were busy dealing cards for the next round when I noticed him standing at the entrance. He wasn’t like the other gamblers who stumbled in, loud and already half- drunk. No, he stood there quietly with his friend, Marcus, looking around as if he didn’t quite belong. Then his eyes locked on mine. It wasn’t a casual glance— no, it was the kind of look that made me feel like I was the jackpot he had been searching for. My hands froze for a moment, and
DANIEL'S POVA few days before Veronica defected publicly, I stumbled upon a lead about how I lost eight hundred million dollars on a gambler. The memory felt distant, almost like it belonged to a different time. It was buried somewhere deep in my mind, a part of my past that I hadn’t thought about in years— two or maybe three years ago, to be precise. It wasn’t something I obsessed over anymore. In fact, I rarely let my mind wander in that direction. However, out of nowhere, Jack— the one man I thought would never revisit the subject— suddenly brought it up. His timing was peculiar, but even more surprising was what followed. Just two days after mentioning it, Jack was dead.Before his unexpected death, Jack had mentioned a name— Rose. The name meant nothing to me at the time. I didn’t know her and had no recollection of ever hearing about her before. According to Jack, she had worked at the casino where the incident occurred, though she wasn’t employed there anymore. It wasn’t much
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