LOGINZYRAN’S POVAs we stepped out of the police station and I opened the car door for my wife, my phone rang inside my pocket.I pulled it out and looked at the screen, but it was a strange private number. Obviously I was not expecting any fucking calls, Atleast not at this critical moment, so why now? I ignored the call and started the engine as I drove us straight back home without saying a word about the call.When we finally got home, I pressed the wall button near the entrance to call the guard at the main gate.I was boiling inside of me because my mind was racing with fear. After a few minutes, the gates opened as five of my old security officers walked into the compound in a single line, led by my head of security.They did not live inside the main house with us because they stay in the gatehouse quarters near the entrance so my family can have privacy.Roosevelt was standing beside me on the front porch. She stepped back behind my arm with suspicion as she stared at every single
Roosevelt's POVThe strange caller on my phone was an international bank investigator, and he gave me the secret code to open Clara’s hidden money accounts.I did not wait for morning to come, and I sat at my computer desk inside the home office."We must cut off every single dollar that Clara owns, so she cannot buy her way out of jail," I said, typing the numbers fast on my screen."She used family money to plan my death, so she does not deserve to keep a single property,” I said, resting my hand on my shoulder to support my decision.I contacted my financial partners, and we began to track down all the secret offshore bank accounts Clara had been hiding for years.Within two short hours, our investigator traced the bank routing numbers she used to buy the poison."I found the main transaction, Zyran," my investigator said over the phone line, sending the bank statement to my email box."She transferred fifty thousand dollars to someone last month, and she set aside five million dol
ZYRAN’S POVMy sister looked at me behind the glass, and she did not know that I was watching her every single movement with my wife.The police officers locked Martha and Clara inside two separate rooms at the police station, keeping them far apart so they could not talk to each other.Roosevelt and I stood together inside a small viewing room, looking through the glass to watch the lead detective question Martha first.Martha was sitting on a chair with handcuffs around her wrists, and her whole body was shaking while tears poured out of her eyes."Martha, tell me where you kept the rest of the powder right now," the lead detective commanded, tapping his hand on the table."I will give you everything, sir, please do not kill me!" Martha wept loudly, leaning her head down on the table.She reached her shaking fingers deep into the pocket of her dress, and she pulled out two tiny glass vials that still contained the leftover poison.She placed the two small bottles on the table, push
ZYRAN’S POVCommander Fred held Martha by her collar immediately he handcuffed her in the bedroom, and he did not show her any pity at all."Tell me who gave you this poison right now before I drag you to the police station!" I shouted, as the one I'd the police men that held her squeezed her arm so tight that her whole body shook.Martha cried out in pain on her knees on the floor while two police officers stood over her."I will tell you everything, sir! Please don't torture me" Martha wept, raising her two hands up to beg for mercy."Speak now, Martha, because I have no time to waste with you. I am running out of patience!" I demanded, stepping close to her with anger burning in my face."It…it was Madam Clara!" Martha confessed quickly, wiping her face with her apron while she shivered with fear."She gave me the powder, and she promised to pay me five million dollars if Madam Roosevelt dies!" Martha revealed, exposing my own sister.Commander Fred looked up at me, and he nodded h
ZYRAN’S POVRoosevelt looked at me with tears in her eyes, as she gave me the empty bowl we used to pour out the poisonous food to give to Martha who was standing outside our door.I pulled the door open slowly, and handed the empty tray to Martha while keeping my face very normal."Take these dishes back to the kitchen, Martha, because your madam is very tired and she needs to rest now," I said, stepping back into the room."Yes, sir, I will clean everything right away," Martha replied quickly, taking the tray with her and walking away down the hallway.I closed the door tightly, so nobody could come in without my permission.I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and I dialed the private number of Commander Fred, who was a high-ranking police officer and a very close friend to my family."Zyran, why are you calling me at this time of the night?" Commander Fred asked over the phone line."I need your help immediately, Fred, because someone in my house is trying to kill my wife with pois
Zyran’s Pov"Madam Roosevelt, I have brought your evening tea," Martha called out from the hallway.I pulled the door open slowly, and I saw her standing on the floor with her head down, holding the tray in her trembling hands."Give me the tray, Martha, I will serve my wife myself tonight," I said, reaching out to take it from her hands."Yes, sir," Martha replied quickly, releasing her grip and stepping back with a big sigh of relief on her face."Wait for me outside this door, because I want you to take the empty dishes back to the kitchen when she finishes," I ordered her, keeping my voice very calm and normal so she would not feel or suspect anything."Okay, sir, I will wait right here," Martha said, standing in the hallway while I stepped back into the room and closed the door behind me.I walked immediately to the bedside table, and I placed the tray beside Roosevelt’s pillow.Roosevelt sat up on the bed immediately, and her eyes were full of fear as she looked at the steaming
The sun was shining through the heavy curtains of the guest bedroom, but I felt like I was under a dark cloud. I stared at my phone screen, the message from the unknown number was still there. The picture of Zyran and Mina looking so happy together mocked me. “I’ll enjoy him later.” "Stop looking
"He thinks I'm you?," I asked, my voice shaking. The room suddenly felt cold. I looked at the door, half-expecting someone to burst in. Zyran's expression turned serious. He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed a number. "Security," he said sharply. "Code Red, I need four men at my wife’s door r
My body hit the wooden floor at the bottom of the stairs with a hard, dull sound. A sharp pain shot through my ankle, and my head spun. For a moment, I couldn't breathe, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what had just happened. "Roosevelt!" I heard heavy footsteps r
My body ached. The excitement of being back at work had faded, replaced by a dull throb in my ankle and the exhaustion of hiding a pregnancy. I unlocked the heavy front door of the Safe House, expecting silence and a cold, empty hallway. Instead, laughter filled the air. "Oh, look at you! You ar







