LOGINGILDA’S POVWe left the room together and headed toward the pool.I had stopped asking Angel what was wrong.Not because I wasn’t worried, God knows I was, but because every time I tried to reach her, she retreated further into herself. The more I asked, the more she pulled away, shaking her head repeatedly, backing up as if my concern itself frightened her.It hurt.It made me feel helpless.I didn’t want to be another person forcing her to relive something she wasn’t ready to face. Whatever she was carrying inside her was heavy, and pushing her would only make it worse.So I let her be. For now.As soon as she saw the pool, her mood shifted completely.She splashed into the water, laughing, an actual sound escaping her, raw and unrestrained. It startled me at first, then warmed my heart. Water seemed to do that to her. It loosened something inside her, something fear usually held tight.She splashed water at me, playfully, her eyes lighting up.“Hey!” I laughed, shielding my face.S
GILDA’S POVI did not want to offend him further, so I left him alone.As much as I wanted to ask more questions, about Angel, about her condition, about everything that had been weighing heavily on my heart, I knew there were boundaries I could not cross. Not yet. Pushing too hard might do more harm than good, and the last thing I wanted was to make Japheth regret trusting me.So I returned quietly to my room and stayed there.I didn’t come out again until the next morning.When I woke up, the sunlight streaming through the curtains reminded me that today was different. This wasn’t another day of silent tension, side glances, or whispered insults. Today, we were leaving.I got out of bed and began preparing my bags carefully. I folded my clothes neatly, making sure I had everything I needed. Comfortable outfits. Simple dresses. Shoes that wouldn’t make me feel out of place.My assistant helped with Angel’s luggage, carrying her bag down to the car.As I stepped out of the room with
GILDA’S POVI never imagined she would go that far.Standing there, watching Jane unravel in front of Japheth, I felt a mixture of disbelief and reluctant amusement. What exactly did she think she was doing? If anything, she was only making a mockery of herself.She stood boldly before Japheth, her shoulders squared, her chin lifted as though she were prepared for war. Her voice trembled, but she forced the words out anyway.“Do you have any idea how hard I’ve worked to become an actor?” she demanded. “I took care of Angel before Gilda ever stepped into this house. I served you. I gave you loyalty. I thought…” her voice cracked, “...I thought you would one day ask me what I wanted to do with my life.”Japheth blinked slowly, visibly surprised by her audacity. It was clear he hadn’t expected her to challenge him, especially over something he had never promised her.“And this,” she continued, gesturing wildly toward me, “this is what I get?”The room fell into a heavy silence.I stood s
GILDA’S POVI returned to my room with a smile so wide my cheeks hurt.If happiness had a sound, it would have been the rapid beating of my heart. Japheth had done that to me, without even trying. Without promises. Without touching me.He should know he had just made me a very happy woman.I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing in deeply. My fingers went to my chest instinctively, pressing lightly over my heart as if to steady it. It was racing so fast, like it was trying to escape.I laughed softly to myself.I couldn’t wait to be alone with him.The thought sent a strange thrill through me, dangerous, exciting, unfamiliar. My mind betrayed me instantly, running ahead of reality. I imagined how we would talk, how he would look at me, how his voice would soften when he spoke my name.I closed my eyes.Get a grip, Gilda.A knock on the door shattered my thoughts.I jumped, startled, then quickly opened it.“What do you want?” I asked sharply.Jane stood there, sta
GILDA’S POVJapheth had been treating me well, too well.It wasn’t subtle anymore. It wasn’t hidden behind polite instructions or brief conversations. It was open, deliberate, and frequent. The way he spoke to me, the way he watched me, the way he always made sure I was comfortable, it was becoming noticeable.And in a house where people watched everything, nothing went unseen.Jane noticed.She always did.She barged into my room without knocking, grabbed one of my dresses from the wardrobe, and pressed it to her nose. Her brows pulled together as she inhaled deeply.“Not this one,” she muttered, tossing it aside.She reached for another. Then another.Soon, my clothes were scattered across the floor like they had been violently rejected.“What you’re doing doesn’t make any sense,” I snapped. “You look ridiculous. You’re honestly very dumb for even thinking this way.”“Shut your mouth,” she hissed. “You’re doing something disgusting, and I’m trying to find proof.”“Proof of what?” I
GILDA’S POVI tried so hard to keep my composure, to remain calm, to make sure I didn’t react in a way that would later be used against me. Every muscle in my body felt tense, like it was waiting for something to snap.What the hell was going on?The hall still buzzed with quiet murmurs when Vera walked toward me, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She waited until the man had completely left before stopping in front of me.“You should go home,” she said, her voice dripping with false concern. “I feel so terrible that you’re here. You want to take my life, don’t you?”I stared at her in disbelief.“What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped. “Who cares about your life?”She blinked, clearly offended, but I didn’t stop. She always believed everything revolved around her, her career, her space, her misery. I had stayed quiet for too long, swallowed too many insults, endured too much humiliation.Maybe it was time to speak.“You’re a terrible actor,” she continued bitterl







