Francis’s POVI am seated on the leather couch of my sitting room, a glass of bourbon in my hand, the ice clinking softly as I swirled it. My tie hung loose around my neck, the top button of my shirt undone. Suddenly, a sharp knock at the door snapped me out. I set the glass down on the coffee table. “Who is it?” I called.“It’s Lisa,” came the reply.I opened the door, and there she was, filled with excitement. Lisa’s blonde hair was swept into a high ponytail. She’s wearing a short pink gown. Her smile was wide, but it didn’t reach her eyes, which darted around the room before settling on me.“Francis, I brought you some good news," she said. She dropped her purse onto the table. “I met someone today. Someone who has proof that Christine isn’t who you think she is.”“Proof?” I asked, closing the door and turning to face her. My brows furrowed, and I crossed my arms, leaning against the wall. “You are still on this?”She stepped close. “Yes. Proof that she’s a snake, Francis. That s
Christine’s POVAt the thought that the company was almost ready, months of planning, late nights, and risks were finally coalescing into something tangible. I traced my fingers along the edge of a contract I had prepared for Mr. Vandross and Zane to sign, a nagging thought tugged at me, at the thought that Zane wouldn’t accept it but then, he should by the time I offer to help him clean the mess in his reputation. Moreover, I needed someone to stand at my new company to play the role of a CEO, someone I could trust to be the face of Cristainternational while I pulled the strings to handle other things. I wasn’t ready to step away from my Harrington company, not yet. Until the time was right.I really needed an acting CEO who could embody the role without asking too many questions. My mind sifted through the shortlist of employees already on board, capable, loyal, but none of them quite fit the bill. They were cogs, not leaders. I needed someone with ambition, someone who could sell
Lisa’s POVThe air in the kitchen felt suffocating, as Christine’s words struck me. My hands shook, but I clenched them into fists as tears streamed down my eyes. “I mean every bit of word I say.” She added.“You’re wrong,” I spat. “You don’t know anything about me, Christine. You think you can just wake up and ruin everything? You’re pathetic.” I took a step back as I forced myself to hold her gaze. Her eyes were cold and manipulating and didn’t show any remorse. It only fueled the anger in me.“I don’t have time for this,” I said, turning as I stormed out of the kitchen, the glass of water I’d meant to drink forgotten on the counter. I didn’t look back, didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing how deeply her words had hurt me. My feet carried me up the stairs to my room, each step heavier than the last. Reaching my room, I slammed the door behind me as I leaned against it.I was done playing the victim. I needed a plan, something to turn the tables, to make her pay for thinking s
Lisa’s POVMy head throbbed, a dull pulse behind my eyes too, but it was nothing compared to the fire raging in my chest right now. I ripped the IV from my arm, ignoring the sharp pain as the needle tore free. The heart monitor beeped erratically as a nurse rushed in, her face filled with concern, hands outstretched to stop me the moment she got in.“Ma’am, please, you’re not strong enough to leave yet,” she said. “You’re still weak. You need to…”“I don’t need to do anything,” I snapped, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. None of you do.” I yanked the electrodes off my chest, the adhesive pulling at my skin, and the monitor let out a flatline wail before someone silenced it.Immediately, a doctor appeared in the doorway. “Miss Lisa, you’ve been through a lot. Your body…”“My body’s fine,” I growled, grabbing my jacket from the chair. “I’m done here.” I didn’t look back as I stormed out, their protests fading into meaningless sounds. The h
Christine’s POV Glad he believed me. After making sure he was fine, I left as I headed home. I pulled into the driveway that night, the headlights cutting through the darkness before I switched them off. My hands stayed on the steering wheel for some moments as my actions replayed in my head. I’d lied to Francis. I don’t love him, I mean I once did but not anymore. I stepped out of the car as I slammed the door shut as I made my way to the front door as the thought of Lisa filled my thoughts. That murder… the one I’d seen on her phone. The thought made my stomach churn as I remember I’d seen a news article, a blurry photo of a dude’s face, and the words “hit and run” burned into my memory. As far as I can remember, in the news, it has the same car as Lisa’s. Lisa couldn’t get away with this. I’ll make sure she pays so dearly. Inside, the house was quiet as I wondered where everyone was. I turned on the living room light and headed straight to my room. Reaching there, I moved to
Francis’s POVI am still tied up by chains in a small room. My wrists burned where the cold metal bit into my skin, the chains rattling faintly as I shifted, trying to ease the ache in my shoulders. They had beaten me hard. My ribs throbbed with every heartbeat, and a sharp pain lanced through my side where a bruise was surely bleeding. Blood trickled from a cut above my eyebrow, painful as it mixed with sweat and dripped into my eye. I blinked it away, my vision blurry. I was losing strength, my body heavy, my thoughts sluggish. Death lurking just around me.Suddenly, the door creaked open, expecting another blow. Instead, Zane sauntered in. His hair was slicked back, and his eyes looked cold, as it locked onto mine. He dragged a rickety wooden chair across the room, its legs scraping against the concrete ground, and sat down in front of me, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely. And then a faint smirk played on his lips, as if he were savoring the sight of me broken and