LOGINJoan's POV "Stop!"Mrs. Caldwells''s voice echoed through the room. The sound of her shoes followed."Let me die!" I screamed, struggling against them. "Leave me alone! Just let me die!""Can someone explain to me what is happening here?"Mrs. Caldwells''s voice was filled with confusion as she looked everywhere. Cassandra, whose face had turned bright red with anger, quickly turned towards her mother."She poisoned Eli! This evil witch poisoned Eli!""My Eli...!"The bag in Mrs. Caldwells''s hand slipped and fell to the floor. She staggered backwards, struggling to keep her balance.Two young maids standing beside her quickly rushed forward to support her."Mother!"Cassandra pointed at me, her teeth clenched so tightly that her jaw looked ready to tear someone apart.I watched Mrs. Caldwells' press a hand against her chest. Her face had suddenly lost its colour. She looked as though she was struggling to process what she had just heard.But Cassandra wasn't done.Her feet remained
Joan's POVI watched Cassandra disappear into the kitchen.The moment she was out of sight, I reached for the small paper bag tucked into the back pocket of my jeans.I pulled it out and glanced nervously towards the three entrances leading into the dining room. I needed to be certain nobody was watching.Thank heaven nobody was. I quickly returned my attention to the package.My fingers trembled as I opened it.I pulled out the syringe and the small tube of poisonous liquid."Damn the instructions," I muttered under my breath.Zero had given me a specific dosage, but I couldn't afford to waste another second trying to remember every detail.I hurriedly drew some of the liquid into the syringe.I had no idea whether the quantity was enough to take Cassandra out, but I couldn't risk wasting more time.My eyes darted towards the kitchen entrance. Nothing.I qckly positioned the syringe over Cassandra's half-filled cup and squeezed.I emptied everything into the teacup. I picked up the
Joan's POV"Eli!"Brent's voice echoed through the air from the distant dining room."Someone get the car ready! Now!"His voice thundered again."Eli! My little prince, talk to me! It's me, your uncle. It's Uncle Brent. Can you hear me?"Cassandra's voice joined his. It rang through the house like a trumpet, but suddenly grew weak.Heavy footsteps followed. People were running around, desperately calling for help.Then I heard more hurried footsteps heading towards the garage.My breath caught in my throat.I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I couldn't even bring myself to close it.My hand flew to my mouth as I struggled to hold back a scream.Then my legs gave way.I crashed to the floor, my back pressed against the door. My phone slipped from my hand and landed beside me."Oh, God! What the fuck have I done?" I whispered.My eyes widened. It felt as though a ghost had just entered the room, ready to suck the life out of me.The tea was meant for Cassandra!Not Eli!How did h
Joan's POVI watched Cassandra disappear into the kitchen.The moment she was out of sight, I reached for the small paper bag tucked into the back pocket of my jeans.I pulled it out and glanced nervously towards the three entrances leading into the dining room. I needed to be certain nobody was watching.Thank heaven nobody was. I quickly returned my attention to the package.My fingers trembled as I opened it.I pulled out the syringe and the small tube of poisonous liquid."Damn the instructions," I muttered under my breath.Zero had given me a specific dosage, but I couldn't afford to waste another second trying to remember every detail.I hurriedly drew some of the liquid into the syringe.I had no idea whether the quantity was enough to take Cassandra out, but I couldn't risk wasting more time.My eyes darted towards the kitchen entrance. Nothing.I quickly positioned the syringe over Cassandra's half-filled cup and squeezed.I emptied everything into the teacup. I pickd up the
Joan's POVI walked out of the bedroom and headed towards the staircase when my phone suddenly buzzed again."Good morning, Miss Joan," a maid greeted me as she mopped the floor.I stopped walking abruptly, almost as if an invisible force had ordered me to freeze. Something told me that ignoring the message on my phone could have consequences.I reached into the back pocket of my jeans and pulled out my phone. I couldn't even bring myself to respond to the maid.She didn't bother greeting me again. Perhaps she had assumed I was in one of my usual morning moods.I watched her crouch down and continue mopping.Then, a familiar name flashed across my screen.ZERO.The name had become more than an ordinary name. It was a nightmare I couldn't escape, no matter how hard I tried.I swiped across the screen and opened his message.Don't get smart with me, Kenan. I have eyes watching you. Don't bother looking for CCTV cameras or anything else. I've already taken care of that.The last part of t
Joan's POVI walked back into the bedroom. Brent was still asleep.The day had not broken yet. A faint darkness still covered the room, and the only sound was the steady hum of the air conditioner.I slipped beneath the covers and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.My head was throbbing. But it wasn't the lack of sleep keeping me awake. It was the decision I had to make.Would Maria be the right person for this job?What if she exposed my plan? What if she refused to cooperate? More importantly, how could I convince her to carry out such a plot when I know it would even endanger her staying here? Even if she agreed to help me and completed the task, she couldn't remain in this house afterward.She would have to resign.I would pay her enough money to start a new life somewhere far away. Somewhere nobody could trace her back to this house.But would Maria accept my offer?I shut my eyes briefly.There was another problem.What if I refused to carry out Zero's plan? Wouldn't that b
Orlena’s POV. “Little gift?” The word parted my lips, “I think you're mixing it up somewhere.” I let out a hard smile. The sound came out brittle, like I was crushing a dry leaf under my foot. “Was I?” “Yeah,” I replied, nodding. At this time, the smile had dissolved into something I coul
Orlena’s POVI had buried my father in my heart that morning, but painfully, the universe is asking me to stay and care for a child who wasn't mine and who would never be mine. Isn't that cruelty? The thought of that almost made me laugh. “Acute lymphoblastic leukaemia?” I muttered the words repe
Orlena's POV My phone suddenly rang the moment I stepped into the parking lot, my fingers tightening slightly around my bag as I slowed down. Brent and Joan were already heading toward my car, their steps unhurried like they had all the time in the world.I paused, glancing down at the screen.It
Orlena's POV He would snap at any moment now, I could feel it coming, and my hand tightened at my side as I stood there, watching him.“Why is this here?”He finally looked up at me, his brows pulled together as he held the paper in his hand.“How is this here? You realize how important this is?”







