Lisa’s POVI hadn’t slept much. The weight of the blackmailer’s demands pressed down on me endlessly, heavy and inescapable. He wanted the apartment, the one I’d scraped and clawed to keep and time was running out. I sat on the edge of the couch, the springs creaking beneath me. I grabbed my phone from the coffee table, its screen spiderwebbed from a drop I couldn’t afford to fix. My thumb hovered over Ruth’s name, the company’s account manager. She was my lifeline now, the one who could move money fast without digging too deep. I hated lying to her, but the blackmailer’s threats left me no choice. My stomach twisted as I hit the call button, my free hand tugging at a loose thread on my jeans.“Lisa, hi,” Ruth answered after two rings. I could hear the sound of papers rustling in the background, and I could picture her at her cluttered desk, glasses slipping down her nose.“Hey, Ruth,” I said, forcing my tone to stay light and casual. I leaned back, my head resting against the couch.
Christine’s POVI’m to meet with Ashley at the rooftop bar. It was a hidden gem, perched high above the city’s restless pulse. I stepped out of the elevator, the cool night air brushing against my skin. The bar was quiet, just as I’d hoped, with a scattering of low tables and cushioned chairs. A few patrons murmured at the far end, too engrossed in their own worlds to notice us. This was the kind of place where secrets could be traded without fear of eavesdropping ears.Ashley was already there, seated at a corner table near the glass railing. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and she wore a tailored blazer over a cream blouse, looking every bit the professional I needed her to be. She glanced up as I approached, her eyes catching the light. I offered a small, reassuring smile as I slid into the chair opposite her, setting my purse on the table.“Is everything set?” I asked, keeping my voice low and the soft jazz drifting from the speakers ensured no one could overhear.As
Lisa’s POVAfter Christine left the restroom, I stood there, rooted to the spot uncomfortably. My eyes darted to my phone, still abandoned on the edge of the sink. Did she see the messages? Did she notice anything? My heart pounded, a frantic drumbeat in my chest, each thump sending a fresh wave of panic through me. I reached for the phone as I snatched it up.The apartment… my eyes landed on the message on the screen. That apartment, the one I’d been scrambling to secure, the one mentioned in that damning text labeled “Agent.” It wasn’t for me. It was for the man from my past, who’d slunk back into my life. He’d been clear, he wanted a place and the company’s share. He didn’t care if I had the ability to grant his requests, that every cent of money I’d funneled to him was stolen, siphoned from the company’s accounts in a betrayal that made my stomach churn. He’d threatened to expose everything, the murder, the cover-up, the truth I’d buried so deep I could almost convince myself it n
Christine’s POVI sat at a small wrought-iron chair, the warm breeze tugging at the hem of my sundress. Sipping through the coconut juice. I’d been nursing it for the better part of an hour as I maintained my performance, relaxed, happy, utterly at ease. It was exhausting though.Shortly, Grandmother Elenor emerged from the restaurant’s glass doors as she approached me. Her hair was swept into a loose bun, and her eyes locked onto me while she got closer. My stomach tightened, but I flashed a bright smile, tilting my head as if I hadn’t a care in the world. She didn’t return it. She looked worried.She lowered herself into the chair across from me. “Christine, my child.” she said, her voice tender, cutting through the hum of chatter around us. “We need to talk.”I raised an eyebrow, keeping my expression light, playful even. “About what, Grandma? The lobster special? I hear it’s divine.” I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other.Her eyes narrowed, unamused. “I overheard Francis
Francis’s POVThe sun is still not showing any sign it will be calm soon. Laughter and chatter filled the environment along with the clink of glasses of those celebrating with their family around me and playing near the resort’s tiki bar. Couples lounged on striped towels, kids squealed as they chased each other through the surf, and waiters in white shirts wove through the crowd, balancing trays of frosty cocktails in their hands and serving those who needed their services. It was the kind of scene that screamed carefree vacation, but I couldn’t shake the knot in my stomach. My sunglasses hid my eyes, but no one could see the tension in my jaw or the way my fingers gripped the armrest of my beach chair too tightly.I’d been trying to blend in, sipping a piña colada that had gone warm in my hand, when suddenly, I felt those sharp, unyielding eyes boring into me. It was Grandfather Fredrick. He sat a few yards away under a wide umbrella in a relaxed setting. His gaze wasn’t casual; it
Lisa’s POVThe pain on my cheek still burned, a hot, pulsing reminder of Christine’s hand cracking across my face. I sat there on the wicker chair, the shattered remains of my wine glass glinting on the porch floor. Still feeling the heat radiating from where she’d struck me. The pain was sharp, but it was nothing compared to the fury boiling in my chest right now. Christine thought she could intimidate me, silence me with a slap and a few hissed threats. She was wrong. I wasn’t some weak little pawn she could shove around. If she wanted a war, I’d give her one. I’d dig up every dirty secret she had, every skeleton she’d buried, and I’d use them to bury her.I stood, brushing the creases from my sundress, my jaw tight as I stepped over the broken glass, walking away. My mind was racing and thinking positive ways of plotting against her. Christine had secrets, I knew she did. That fire at the Chicago branch, the way she dodged Grandfather Fredrick’s questions with that fake smile… she