LOGINIn every fairytale story, fate always brings the prince charming and his pretty damsel together, ending with true love. But mine was the exact opposite. It was a dark and disgusting tale that would make the world turn its backs on me, even more so than already. It was a tale that couldn’t be retold to any innocent little girl. For, in my own story, I had drugged my prince charming with a love potion and I had no idea when or how soon it would it would wear off. Keagan had never been interested in me. Hell, I had no doubt he didn’t know that I existed. After all, who would be interested in a lowly omega maid like me, the weakest in rank? Definitely not my Alpha. Our love was fake, as plastic as it got and only I knew it. Living with the guilt of my actions wasn’t enough, right? When it all blew up in my face, My Alpha had to bring in a new woman who he claimed to be in love with. And I had to accept it. But a life as an Unloved Luna definitely beats one as a washed-up, raped, and abused Omega…right?
View MoreAuthors POVEmma sat across from Keagan, the live camera blinking red on the console behind him. Her mouth twisted into a smile, still wearing her perfectly contoured face like it could save her now. But the room was quiet—the kids were at Jessica's mother's house. Keagan had made sure of it."You can end this right now," Keagan said, his voice flat. "Or I can let her press charges for attempted murder, kidnapping, identity theft, child fraud—""Stop!" Emma snapped, her face cracking. She turned to Jessica like a demon cornered. "You wanted a confession? Fine. You want to know what I did? I killed her. I burned that house and walked away like she never existed. I forged those kids' birth certificates. I bribed the hospital staff. I made sure those twins would never know their real mother."Jessica stood frozen, lips parted. Her fists trembled at her sides.Emma kept going, her voice a rising screech. "And you know what, Keagan? You didn’t even notice! You were so obsessed with your st
Jessica — First PersonIt was less than twelve hours to the Cannes Awards.Not that I was counting.Okay, fine—we were all counting. Liam had a whiteboard. Wilhelmina drew a ticking time bomb beside the number 12. And every hour that passed, they’d update the board and go, “Operation Vindication in T-minus—”“Eleven hours, thirty-seven minutes, and seventeen seconds,” Liam muttered like a tiny NASA technician, fiddling with his high-tech device.“It’s not Operation Vindication,” I corrected gently, trying not to laugh as I applied mascara to my left eye. “It’s just a simple fact-finding mission.”“It’s revenge,” Wilhelmina said, unapologetically chewing on a stick of licorice like it was a cigar. “Like Batman. But with makeup.”I stared at my reflection.Sylvia Reynolds was gone tonight.The face I painted into the mirror was someone older, bolder—sharp cheekbones, new wig, slightly crooked red lips. I’d contoured the heart right out of my face.I looked like a woman who didn’t know h
Jessica — First PersonI heard it.I wasn’t trying to listen, but I heard it anyway. Their voices drifted through the hallway crack like a blade cutting too close to my skin.“Can’t we go and see her?” Liam’s voice, small, pleading.“She didn’t do anything wrong,” Wilhelmina added, quiet but firm.Silence.Then Keagan’s voice.Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.“You will stay far away from her. Do you understand me? You don’t go near Sylvia again. I don’t care what she tells you, or how she looks. Stay. Away.”It felt like a slap. No, it felt worse.Because I didn’t even cry this time. I just stood there on the other side of the wall like a ghost, listening to a man I used to love tell my own children—our children—not to come near me. Like I was filth. Like I was the thing that needed to be avoided.But I didn’t let it break me.Not this time.Because I’d already decided something hours ago.I was done curling into corners and letting the world drag me like trash. I was done watching them rip
Emma – First PersonGod, it was finally happening.The way everyone looked at Jessica now? Disgust. Contempt. Suspicion.Exactly what she deserved.And I? I was the good one now. The one who cared. The one who stayed. The one who stood beside Keagan when everyone else was turning into monsters.I sat cross-legged on the living room rug, surrounded by the toys Jessica always bought but never played with. Liam was sitting nearby, curled into himself like a little sulking mushroom, silent and pale. That stupid mop of dark curls was covering half his face.I tried to coax him. Smiled. Held up a toy truck like it was a sacred offering. “Vroom, vroom,” I said gently. “Come on, sweetie. Don’t be sad.”He didn’t even blink.Spoiled little brat.My smile stretched wider. “You know you’re safe with me now, right? I’d never hurt you. I’m not like her.”Still nothing.Ungrateful little rodent.I reached for his arm to yank him up. I didn’t do it hard. Just firm enough. Just enough to shake him ou
Jessica – First Person POVThe sky was a faded peach when I stepped out, the air crisp, my sneakers rhythmically hitting the path as I ran along the estate's quiet perimeter. My ponytail swung behind me like a metronome, the guards flanking me quietly, shadows at my side. I didn’t mind them. Not an
Jessica was burning up again.I sat beside the bed, a cold cloth in my hand, and dabbed it gently against her forehead. Her skin was clammy, flushed with that sickly heat that never went away. The doctor had said it was stress-induced, worsened by shock. No shit.After what happened at the banquet…
Keagan's POVThis was supposed to be a celebration.A fucking banquet in my name. For my company. For my win.And all I could do was watch her sit there like she didn’t belong.Jessica.Far down the table, right near the tail end, dressed like a goddamn goddess and looking like someone had hollowed
Jessica’s P.o.VMy ex-husband was a fucking psychopath. Any illusion he kept me under has been fucking shattered. As I stepped out of my black coupe, I took my time to adjust my sunglasses and flipped my hair over my shoulder. Heads turned because they always fucking did. Men gawked at me with lust






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