Christine’s POVGrandmother Eleanor’s voice was soft as she spoke. “My child, why would you ever say such a thing?” she said, her eyes were filled with love and reproach. “You must never think that way. You are of this family, Christine. No one, no one will ever say otherwise.” Her words hit me deeply, stirring the emotions I’d been trying to keep at bay. Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them.Grandmother’s face softened, her brows knitting together in concern. She stepped closer, her hands reaching out. With a gentle touch, she wiped the tears from my face, her thumbs brushing softly against my skin. “Now sweetheart, don’t ruin yourself with tears, my darling,” she said, her voice tender with a playful lilt, as if coaxing me as a child. She cupped my face and tilted my head up to meet her gaze as she gave me a small, encouraging smile, trying to coax one from me in return. “There’s that beautiful face. Let’s see a smile, hmm?”I tried not to smi
Lisa’s POV After planting the seed in my grandfather’s mind that Christine might have been behind the Chicago branch fire, I left the sitting room with a small, satisfied smile tugging at my lips. The plan was finally tilting in my favor, like a chessboard where I’d just maneuvered my queen into position. I climbed the stairs to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. I kicked off my shoes, letting them tumble carelessly near the closet, and sank onto the edge of my bed. For now, I’d won a small victory. Christine’s downfall was closer than ever. For some reason, I hated her so much, always feeling like she’s on top, above me. The next day, my phone buzzed on the nightstand, a sharp, insistent vibration that snapped me fully awake. I reached for it, my heart giving a lazy thud, expecting another text from Francis or maybe even Zane. But the screen displayed an unknown number as I swiped to open the message. The text was short. “The video still exists. Don’t think it’s buried a
Christine’s POVGrandmother Eleanor was startled as she looked up to me. “Christine, my child.” She called as I approached in as she bent over the bag, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose.“Grandmother, what are you doing?” My voice came out sharper this time. I took a hesitant step forward. Now standing in front of her. She straightened, clutching the papers of my company documents, her eyes meeting mine. For a moment, she looked almost guilty, her lips parting as if to explain. “Christine, I’m taking these to my room,” she said. “I’m having a feeling Fredrick will find out soon enough if these stay here. It's a good thing you came home.”Fear coiled inside me but it wasn’t directed at Grandmother. No, never at her. The rage bubbling beneath my skin was for someone else entirely. Lisa, or maybe Zane. If anyone had spilled my secret, it had to be one of them. My hands clenched at my sides as I tried to act normal. “Did Lisa say anything to anyone?” I asked. Grandmother set th
Lisa’s POVIn my last meeting with Zane, he had angrily left me there as I stood alone in the empty parking lot of the Chicago branch. His parting words were like warning as it echoed in my head. “You’ve made me waste my time here. Be ready to pay for it.” He’d stormed off after our argument, as he drove out of the lot in his car, leaving me. Since then, I’d tried calling him as I dialed his number again and again, but it went straight to voicemail. “Leave a message. Or don’t. I don’t care.” I shoved my phone into my purse, my jaw tight. How dare he treat me like this? My phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Francis’s name for what felt like the hundredth time today. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. His persistence was relentless, each call a hammer against my already frayed nerves. I let it ring, my thumb hovering over the decline button, but the buzzing didn’t stop. Another call from him came again and again, he wasn’t giving up. Then a text. “We need to see.” My pat
Christine’s POVThe previous day, I’d watched everything unfold from the camera. Meanwhile, the news of saving Francis had playing non stop on a loop, on every news channel, reporters praising my “heroics,” the cameras catching every angle of me pulling Francis from the burning building. The footage painted me as a saint, but the truth gnawed at me. By the time I woke up this morning, the weight of it all pressed heavier.Reaching my office, I sat at my desk in the sleek, glass-walled office of Harrington. The morning light poured in through the window but it did nothing to lift the unease curling in my gut. My phone rested in front of me, its screen dark, no call from anyone yet. I tried calling the maintenance worker. Each attempt went straight to voicemail, his gruff greeting cutting off abruptly. My fingers tapped restlessly on the desk, the soft thud echoing in the quiet room. Maybe he’s busy, I told myself, though the excuse felt flimsy. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my
Lisa’s POVI knew I’d promised Francis he would come with me but well, I left without him later that evening.Zane stood a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest. The maintenance worker leaned against the wall at the corner of the Chicago branch where we stood.Concerning Francis, when the time came, I couldn’t bring him here, not when Zane was involved. The thought of Zane finding out about me and Francis sent a cold spike through my chest. Zane had the money, the connections, the drive to keep this investigation going, but he also had a mouth that could ruin everything. If he knew, he’d run straight to Christine, and I wasn’t about to let her have that kind of ammunition. So, I’d called Zane instead, told him we needed to meet the guy, and he’d agreed without hesitation. Now, here we were. Moreover, I’m having a crush on Zane so I would not want that to ruin when he finds out I’m f*cking Francis. I do not want him to consider me as a whore.Shortly, the man shifted. “You got the