ログインPOV: ALEXANDER. The murder case was slowly beginning to die down to my dismay, because there were no clues nor directions to the case. Even on Xavier's side, nothing was forth coming. Like a well planned act, the cameras of the building had been shot down few hours before the event even began and the guards in charge were spiked by an unknown person. On my own end, the pain of my mother's death was long buried, by the excruciating pain of knowing how much she must have suffered before she died. And with the way this case was going, everyone was gradually loosing hope. Except for Jimmie. Standing on the last stair, I watched as her fragile figure–auburn hair packed into a messy bun and her short night gown that exposed her long legs. She scrambled round the kitchen with confusion clearly written on her face, searching for a rag to brinf the already burning rice, down. The sight made a small smile craw to my lips. Jimmie was a good cook, but she hated cooking. I just couldn't des
POV: ALEXANDER. These past few days ever since my mom's death have left an open void in my heart which I had lost hope of filling again. But to my surprise, the one person I thought would be the first to abandon me, stuck by me unapologetically. I didn't know if it was because of that, but I couldn't deny the way my mind reacted around her. like your heart hadn't been racing ever since you met her. To start with, i didn't hate Jimmie. Safe to say, I had taken quite an interest in her. Seeing someone who boldly stood up to me wasn't a daily thing and that piqued my attention in her. However, I could barely tolerate her extremely stubborn nature– and overly clingy best friend– which always drove a wedge between us. Despite that, I felt myself becoming attached to her, in a way I didn't like. It made me begin to notice peculiar things about her, her habits, tiramisu cologne, the way she made everything about her even though it's usually in a bad way. And if I was being frank with
POV: AUDREY.BACKGROUND SONG: DO BETTER BLUES by NOTURGF, L4ILA I placed the plate of watermelon slices into the tray and carried them upstairs to Alexander's room, not caring about the greatly disarranged kitchen. Ever since the funeral, he had become a shadow of himself, almost drifting to the afterlife with each passing second. I had to take it upon myself to care for him. When I slight opened the door, my eyes met his. Slumped to the cold tiled floor of his room, he held his mother's picture close to his heart. His curly hair fell over his face almost covering his eyes and his mustache had over grown on his face, giving him a perfect bitter and sad look. Everytime I set my eyes on him, something in me broke unevenly. "Breakfast's here." I walked to him and sat beside him on the cold floor, setting the tray between us. "I'm not hungry." He muttered and turned his face from me. I sighed and went ahead to spread the apple Jam on a toast. It was his best. "You have to eat someth
POV: AUDREY.BACKGROUND SONG: GHOST TOWN by BENSON BOONE. The view in front of me only shattered my heart even more. Alexander, with his mom's picture in hand, walked down the aisle to her grave. His big frame was draped in black tailored pants and a shirt, the base of his hair barely visible through the black hat. A little bit ahead of us was her coffin, balanced on the shoulders of six abled men. It reminded me of Jimmie, and tears streamed down my eyes. She didn't even get to have a proper funeral because of my parents greed. Talking about parents, my mom, who was waltzing besides me, gave my hand a rough squeeze. "Pull yourself together, lest you ruin your make up." My eyes nearly rolled back into my skull. Her face was blurry from the veiled hat she had worn over a body-con off-shoulder dress which had its slit almost running to her mid-thighs. She was exquisitely dressed to the nines, pairing it with red Valentino stiletto heels. She had a reputation to keep, after all. "N
POV: ALEXANDER. As my feet shuffled across the marble floor to the mansion, Charles stormed out immediately, like he had been waiting for me. His eyes carefully scammed me with pity -- from my disheveled hair, blood-stained clothes, and injured hands. He rushed to me and held my hands. "Good heavens!" His eyes slid behind me, and his face twisted in confusion before he faced me again. "Are you okay?" he asked carefully. I turned to the glass window and stared at my reflection. The sight only broke me even more. "Call Xavier." I replied coldly and walked past him into the house. Inside, it was eerily quiet without Jimmie's tantrums and obstinate nature. That was when she crossed my mind again. As I slumped onto my couch, Charles tailed behind me, his hands neatly placed behind him and his head slightly bowed. He grabbed the telephone and pressed some numbers with urgency before handing it over to me. "Xavier, my mom was just murdered." I stated plainly and he replied, "Investig
POV: AUDREY. What the hell was going on? In rage, I approached the detective standing beside the van. "Excuse me?" He turned to me, a cigarette lodged between his lips. Immediately he saw me, he put it out. "Where's my husband?" His eyes narrowed. "Husband?" "For fuck's sake!" I muttered, getting really annoyed by them. "The man who was placed under your care right here. Sir Alexander Royales." His eyes darted around like a pinball. "Oh." he widened them, the image of Alexander and me probably seeping into his brain. "You are Jimmie.." "Yes." I cut in. "Alexander's wife. Where's my husband?" "Don't panic, ma'am. He was probably taken for investigations." He said and shot me a plain smile. "By whom? The chief detective said he wouldn't be questioned till further notice because of his state." His brows knotted, and he looked around curiously, "That's not possible. Everyone is supposed to be investigated." "Drey," Lexan's voice called from behind me, "What's going on?"
POV: ALEXANDER. It's been three days since Jimmie's disappearance and the guilt I felt no longer came in flashes. Instead, they were hanging on my head like a crown. All efforts made to track her proved abortive and showed, she was out from the city. That was how far she was willing to go, in orde
POV: AUDREY. The last day I saw that face on Lexan, was the day I rejected his awkward proposal to me. An intense gaze, narrowed eyes as he instantly crumpled the paper he was holding. He stared at me with an unexplained feeling that sent shivers down my spine. "The murder weapon?" His voice croa
POV: ALEXANDER. My chest tightened with a feeling I was familiar with but hated to admit it. My fist curled—but not out of anger— out of shame. This was my fault for caging her and stripping her of choices. She must have felt suffocated and no woman in her right mind would survive in that envir
POV: Audrey My mom was going to hear from me today. I’d had enough of the reckless, self-serving decisions she made to protect her so-called reputation. Dad’s company scandal was clearly the result of her selfishness and her obsession with always appearing high-class in society. She could







