ALISHA'S POV.I hesitated again, lowering my gaze as though I was embarrassed. "I was just wondering..." I trailed off, biting my lip for effect."Wondering what?" he prompted, his voice patient."If I could come," I said in a rush, my words tumbling over each other."To the wedding, I mean. I promise I won't cause any trouble or anything.I just thoughtโฆwell, Iโd really like to be there. But if you donโt want me to, I understand, and I wonโt bring it up again."Richard stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable. My heart pounded in my chest, though not from fear or nerves. This was the critical moment, the point where Iโd see if heโd bend to my request.Finally, he sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Alisha," he said slowly, "why would you even want to come? Itโs not exactly a public event."I smiled again, this time letting it tremble slightly. "I donโt know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe itโs because youโve been so kind to me, and I just want to be
ALISHA'S POV.I rolled my eyes, though I made sure to keep my voice calm. "I was busy, Nadia. You canโt expect me to drop everything every time you call.""Busy?" she snapped. "What could you possibly be doing thatโs more important than keeping me updated?"I clenched my jaw, taking a deep breath before responding. "I was in the middle of dinner with Richard. I couldnโt exactly answer your call in front of him, could I?"Nadiaโs tone softened slightly, but her impatience was still evident. "Fine. But you need to tell me whatโs going on. Have you heard anything new about the wedding?"I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "No, Nadia. I havenโt heard anything else. And even if I had, do you really think Iโd tell you in the middle of dinner?"There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I could almost hear her frustration. "You need to stay on top of this, Alisha," she said finally. "We canโt afford any mistakes.""I know," I replied, my voice clipped. "You donโt have to remin
NADIA'S POV.I smirked, setting the phone back down. Everything was moving like clockwork. Now, it was just a matter of waiting for the right moment to strike.I sat back down on the bed, crossing my legs as I allowed myself a moment of satisfaction. Alisha would do her part, whether willingly or not.And if she thought she could outsmart me, well, sheโd soon find out just how wrong she was.For now, I had to keep playing the part of the calm, collected puppet master. But inside, the fire of ambition burned hotter than ever. This wasnโt just a planโฆit was a masterpiece, and I was the artist.As I leaned back against the pillows, my mind wandered to the moment when everything would come together. The look of shock, of betrayal, of defeatโฆit would all be worth it.With a final glance at my phone, I closed my eyes, letting a sinister smile linger on my lips. "Eighteen hours," I whispered to myself. "And then it all begins."As I sat in the quiet of my room, my mind betrayed me, wandering
NADIA POVYes, thing. Thatโs all she was to meโฆa nuisance, an obstacle, an ugly little thing standing in the way of what was rightfully mine.Richard was supposed to be mine. He was always supposed to be mine. Tammie had no right to him, no right to the life she was trying to claim.I stopped pacing and stared out of the window, the city lights twinkling in the distance.But their beauty did nothing to soothe me. Instead, they reminded me of the glittering facade Tammie presented to the worldโฆa facade I intended to shatter."Iโll stop the wedding," I said, my voice barely above a whisper but filled with conviction. "Iโll stop it, and Iโll make sure sheโs gone for good."My mind raced with possibilities, each one darker than the last. Kidnapping her was the most obvious solution.Take her away, hide her where no one could find her. But that wasnโt enough. Simply removing her from the picture wouldnโt satisfy the anger burning inside me."No," I said, shaking my head. "She needs to be d
RICHARDโS POVThe morning of my wedding had arrived, and my mansion was already busy with activity.From the moment I opened my eyes, I could hear the distant chatter of staff moving around, finalizing last-minute preparations.The weight of the day sat heavily on my chest, not out of nervousness but from the sheer reality of it all. Today, I will become a married man.As I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the crisp white dress shirt laid out for me, the sound of approaching footsteps pulled me from my thoughts.I looked up just as my mother, Mrs. Garrison, walked into the room. She was dressed in an elegant blue gown, her hair styled to perfection, and her face glowed with a mixture of pride and excitement."My handsome son," she said, smiling warmly as she walked toward me. "Today is finally here."She didnโt wait for an invitation before she began adjusting my collar, fussing over me like she always did. I chuckled, allowing her to do as she pleased. It was a small thing, but
โThis girlโฆ Alisha," she said, deliberately referring to her as a โgirlโ rather than a lady. "Will she still be staying in your house after today? After you get married to Tammie?"I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling deeply. Ishould have known this was coming. "Mom, Alisha isnโt a bad person," I said, trying to sound patient."Sheโs only here because of the accident. I was the one who got her involved in it, and now sheโs lost her memory. The least I can do is make sure she recovers properly."My mother scoffed, shaking her head."Richard, youโre too soft-hearted sometimes. How do you think Tammie will feel about this?Youโre bringing your wife to your homeโฆno, to your matrimonial homeโฆonly for her to find another woman living there? A woman covered in bandages, no less!"I frowned."Tammie knows about Alisha. She wonโt have a problem with it. She understands the situation.""Are you sure about that?" she pressed. "Because, Richard, I wouldnโt be happy if I were in her shoes. A wo
And once Tammie was gone, Mrs. Garrison would have no power to stop what was meant to happen.Before I could revel in my plans any longer, a sudden vibration against my waist made me freeze.My heart jumped, and for a split second, I panicked. I quickly glanced around, making sure no one was near before slipping my hand into the folds of my dress.My phone.I pulled it out, keeping the screen facing me so no one would see.Nadia.Of course, it was her. Who else would be calling me at a time like this?I stared at the phone for a moment, my teeth pressing into my bottom lip. What does she want now?I knew better than to ignore her calls, but a part of me was growing tired of being at her beck and call. I wasnโt some puppet she could control forever.Taking a deep breath, I made sure my voice was calm before pressing the answer button."Hello," I said, keeping my tone neutral.And just like that, my mind shifted gears. The game is still on, and I'm not going to lose.Nadiaโs voice came
Something wasnโt sitting right with me.As I stared at my phone, tapping my fingers against the desk in irritation, I couldnโt shake the nagging feeling creeping into my mind. Why do I feel like Alisha isnโt telling me the truth?I had worked with her for yearsโฆlong enough to know when she was holding something back. And lately, something was off. She wasnโt as forthcoming as she used to be.Where were the detailed updates? The little pieces of information she used to feed me without hesitation?Is she hiding something from me?I exhaled sharply and shook my head. No. Alisha wouldnโt dare. She had always followed my instructions, always obeyed without question. It wasnโt like her to go against me.But stillโฆThese past few days, sheโs been different.I had noticed the slight hesitations in her voice, the way she chose her words carefully. It wasnโt obvious, but I knew her too well. She wasnโt as eager to update me about Richardโs every move anymore.I leaned back in my chair, folding
NADIA'S POV.I gripped the steering wheel tighter as I drove away from the secluded spot, my mind racing with thoughts of Max and his twisted games.The wedding invitation card sat on the passenger seat, mocking me with its gold-embossed letters. Nadia and Max. It was written so elegantly, so perfectly, as if this was a love story meant to be.I scoffed, the bitter taste of anger lingering on my tongue. Love story? What a joke. Max didnโt love me. He didnโt even know the meaning of the word. This was about power, control, and, most of all, wealth.I knew exactly why Max had shown me that card. He was sending me a message, a warning. He was stylishly telling me to hasten up my plans to destroy Tammie and Richardโs marriage.And if I didnโt do it soon, if I was too slow or too careful, then Iโd have no choice but to marry him.I gritted my teeth, the reality of his manipulation sinking in. Max was trying to corner me, to pressure me into speeding up my plans. He knew I didnโt love him.
NADIA'S POV.I paced back and forth in my room, my fingers tightening around my phone as I dialed Alishaโs number. The nerve of that girlโฆthinking she could play games with me.She had one job: to break up that wedding, and she failed miserably. Worse, she thought she could switch sides, working for Max behind my back. Pathetic.The phone rang twice before she picked up.โNadia?โ Her voice was uncertain, almost shaky. Good. She was already scared.I didnโt waste time on pleasantries.โYou really thought you were smart, huh?โ I spat, my voice dripping with contempt. โWorking for Max while pretending to be on my side? Do you take me for a fool?โโNadia, IโฆโโShut up.โ I cut her off, my patience wearing thin.โYou failed me. You failed miserably, and now you think you can just disappear? Do you have any idea who youโre messing with?โShe was silent on the other end, probably shaking in her boots. I could picture her now, all that fake confidence crumbling.โI own this game,โ I continued,
RICHARD POV.It had been a week since Alisha left. A week since I found that note in her room, neatly placed on her pillow as if sheโd planned her exit down to the last detail.Thank you for all youโve done for me, but have it in mind that I have regained my memory and chose to leave your house without you knowing. Donโt look for me.I read that note at least a dozen times, trying to decipher what was real and what was just Alisha being... Alisha.Had she truly remembered everything? Did she remember the accident? The reason she was staying under my roof in the first place? Or was this another one of her games?The memory of finding that note still sat heavy in my chest, a weight I couldnโt quite shake off. And the strangest part was, I wasnโt sure why it bothered me so much.Alisha had been nothing but trouble since the day she entered my lifeโฆmanipulative, secretive, and too good at playing the victim.I shouldโve been glad to see her go. Relieved, even. But thatโs not what I felt.
ALISHA POV.The door opened, and my heart skipped a beat as I turned to see who it was.My eyes widened in shock as Mrs. Garrison walked in, her head held high, her presence commanding the room the moment she stepped inside.I didnโt expect it to be her. Of all people, I never imagined Richardโs mother would show up tonight.She was dressed elegantly, as always, in a tailored suit that screamed wealth and power.Her hair was perfectly styled, not a strand out of place, and her lips were painted in that signature red that made her look even more intimidating.Her sharp eyes scanned the room, landing first on Tammie. Her face softened instantly, a warm smile spreading across her lips as she hurried towards her.โOh, my dear!โ she exclaimed, her voice filled with affection.โTammie, my beautiful daughter-in-law!โI watched, my chest tightening as Mrs. Garrison wrapped her arms around Tammie, pulling her into a tight embrace.Tammie laughed softly, returning the hug, her eyes shining with
ALISHA'S POV.My phone rang, slicing through the suffocating silence of my room. I jumped, my heart hammering in my chest as I saw the name flashing on the screen.Nadia.I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as dread pooled in my stomach. I knew this call was comingโฆI just didnโt expect it so soon.My hands trembled as I picked up the phone, pressing it to my ear, forcing myself to sound calm.โHello?โThere was a pause, a tense, heavy silence that made my skin crawl. Then her voice came through, cold and sharp, cutting straight to the bone.โYou think youโre clever, donโt you?โMy heart stopped. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, frozen, helpless, knowing the impact was coming but unable to move out of the way.Nadiaโs laugh was low, bitter, dripping with contempt.โAll this time, pretending to work for me, pretending to be loyal... and all along, you were working for Max.โI felt the blood drain from my face, my knees buck
ALISHA'S POV.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman who looked back at me.Her eyes were hollow, haunted, dark circles forming beneath them from too many sleepless nights.Her face was pale, drawn tight with guilt and worry. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, the weight of her secrets pulling them down.I turned away, unable to face myself any longer. How did I get here? How did I become this personโฆsomeone who betrays the very person who trusted me the most?Nadia.My stomach twisted just thinking about her, remembering the way she had looked at me when she offered me this job. There was no doubt in her eyes, no suspicion.She trusted me, believed in me, gave me this position to watch Tammy and Richard, to report back to her, to help her carry out her plans.But Iโd betrayed her.The guilt was suffocating, wrapping itself around my chest and squeezing until I could barely breathe. I pressed a hand to my heart, trying to steady its frantic beat. It
TAMMIE POV.I couldnโt breathe. I couldnโt think. All I could feel was himโฆhis lips on mine, his hands on my body, his warmth surrounding me.I was lost in him, drowning in his touch, his scent, his taste. I didnโt want to stop. I didnโt want to let him go.My hands moved on their own, gliding over his shoulders, down his chest, feeling every muscle, every line. His body was firm, strong, and I wanted to feel more of him.I wanted to be closer to him. I pulled him closer, pressing myself against him, feeling his heart racing against mine.His lips moved against mine, desperate, hungry, as if he couldnโt get enough of me. And I couldnโt get enough of him.I matched his urgency, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body arching into his touch. I felt his hands slide down my waist, gripping me tighter, pulling me closer.I was losing myself in him.I didnโt even realize when he started to unbutton his shirt. I didnโt realize when his clothes fell to the floor.All I knew was his skin agai
RICHARD POV.I didnโt realize how heavy my breathing was until I heard it echoing through the hallway.My chest felt tight, each breath a struggle as I cradled Tammie in my arms, her body limp, her face pale.I tightened my hold on her, my heart kept beating loud as I made my way to her room, my footsteps quick and steady. I couldnโt let go. Not yet. Not when she looked so fragile, so broken.I shouldโve been there sooner. I shouldโve protected her. If I hadnโt been so stupidโฆso consumed by my own pride and angerโฆI wouldโve never let her walk out alone.I knew something was off when she left the house without a word, her face blank, her shoulders tense even though she must be mad at me for hugging Alisha or probably thinking I have something to do with Alisha.Or was she trying to do something stupid? Thatโs why I followed her.Thatโs why I trailed her car all the way to that damn parking lot, hiding in the distance, watching her every move. I didnโt know who she was meeting. I didnโt
MAX'S POV.I watched Tammieโs back as she stormed off, her shoulders rigid with anger, her head held high. She was madโฆreally mad.But she didnโt understand. She didnโt get that everything I was doing, every word Iโd said, was for her. For us.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I watched her march across the parking lot, weaving through the maze of cars.My heart raced, my chest tightening with frustration. I had done everything I could to show her how much she meant to me. I even offered to cancel my wedding for her.For her! How could she not see how serious I was? How much I was willing to sacrifice just to have her back?My eyes fell to the spot where the promise ring had rolled to a stop, its silver band glinting under the sun. Sheโd slapped it out of my hand like it was trash.Like it meant nothing. My jaw clenched. How could she be so cruel? So heartless?The wedding invitation felt heavy in my hand, my knuckles whitening as I gripped it tighter.Iโd played