INICIAR SESIÓNJoan'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
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
Joan's POV3:46 AM.That was the time displayed on the wall clock. Its glowing digits seemed to scream into my face like a disease that refused to go away.The small paper package I had hidden in one of my pyjama pockets was still ringing in my head.I turned several times in bed, desperately begging sleep to take over, but it never came.Instead, my eyes remained wide open, staring blankly into the darkness. I felt like a patient on her deathbed, waiting for fate to decide when to take her final breath.I had no idea what had come over Brent.He had wrapped his arms around me from behind and slipped himself between my legs while I slept.I hadn't even worn any underwear before falling asleep. I couldn't explain why. But I was certainly surprised when I woke up to find him pressed against my back, having sex with me as though nothing had happened between us.He didn't seem bothered by the recent issues we had been facing. He simply continued, acting as though everything was perfectly
Orlena's POV"Calm down!" That was the word that came from Greg as he helped me into the small apartment.The room smelled like stale bread. I had not lived inside it for a few days. I dragged myself to the edge of the bed, and my stomach pressed between my legs as I sat down. I parted my legs and let out a slow breath.Greg was still standing. His shadow fell over me like a stranger walking into the wrong room.He didn't want to talk about what had happened between me and Brent, his boss. He never wanted to talk about it, even back when we all lived under the same roof with the Cadwells. He had always kept it out of every conversation. I admired him for that.His hands rested around his waist. He looked around the room, then looked at me. I knew what he wanted to say: that I had been through hell here.He walked toward me and bent low. "You need rest," he said, and gently eased my back down onto the bed.The air between us stayed quiet. It was thick with uncertainty.A sharp pain sh
Margarita’s POV“We are in big trouble!”Dr. Jackson’s voice rattled through the air, making the silence inside his office feel even heavier.“What is the way forward now, Maggi? We can’t just allow that case to slip away like that…”His voice fluttered around the room.I watched Dr. Jackson, or Jay, as I used to call him, pacing to and fro right in front of me. He looked completely disoriented, like a fiddlestick being tossed around by the wind.His face was tight with frustration. His fingers kept moving restlessly, sometimes brushing through his hair before dropping to his sides again.At first, he sat on the edge of his table, took his stethoscope from his neck, and slammed it onto the table in front of me.The table rattled as though an earthquake of several degrees had struck the room.I sat upright in my chair.My breath tightened. A nerve crawled down my back. I gripped the edges of the chair, watching him carefully.Something needed to be done.I pulled my hand into a fist an
Joan's POV.“What do you mean?!” I turned sharply. I didn’t know where the confidence came from. “Don’t drag me into the cesspool fight between you and Caldwell.”I snapped, turning toward him in the darkness despite not being able to see his face, as though I had a score to settle.“I am not the cause of your pain…”Before I could finish…Bang!A thick slap landed across my face. My vision blurred even in the darkness. My head struck the railing before my body crashed onto the staircase.My ribs screamed with pain.He grabbed me from the floor and slammed me against the wall like a piece of trash. He forced my mouth open.Instantly, I felt the strange metallic coldness of his gun pressed against my tongue.My breath evaporated.“Do I look like a joke to you?” His voice came out sharp, like a blade piercing through skin. I could see the faint glitter of his eyes in the darkness, like a wild cat ready to pounce on its prey.I felt his grip tighten around the trigger.“Don’t… shoot, ple
Orlena’s POV Joan twisted her lips. Her face curled into something that felt like a mere performance. The air in the room stood still. I watched her walk past me like I was a piece of furniture. Like the six years I had spent with Brent and taking care of Eli meant nothing. She handed one pape
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?”
Orlena's POV I couldn’t stand the situation anymore and I just turned to continue what I was doing, even though my hands didn’t feel steady and my chest still felt tight. There was a bigger issue in my life now, something I could not ignore no matter how much I wanted to, and I needed to find a s
Orlena’s POVI had just six months left until the end of my six year contract marriage with Brent Caldwell, the billionaire I agreed to marry under the condition that there would be no love or pregnancy.“Congratulations Mrs Caldwell,” the doctor’s gentle voice echoed in her warm office.“You’re 7







