VIVIAN POV.
I watched my mother’s every move from the balcony. She stood there, watching the night sky as if they held the solution to her problems. I joined her, clutching the glass of Champagne I held, and sipping little by little. “Don’t overthink yourself, mother. She’ll be fine.” Her head turned to me, her eyes red and soaked with tears. “Of course, I know she will. But, Vivian, what exactly were you thinking? Do you want people to start talking?” My breath seized for a while. How did she know? “I don’t know what you’re talking about, mother.” I took a sip of my champagne, feigning ignorance. Her voice became cold. “Don’t play dumb with me. I told you to stay away from him, but you just don’t listen!” A pang of relief clouded me. For a moment, I thought she caught me. “I said I don’t know what you’re talking about! Do you have proof that I was with him?” I shot back, now losing my cool. “Oh! Really? Then how come you were with Michael during the fire? He was so busy with you that he forgot about Victoria.” Her voice rose with each word. “And?” I snapped. “You already knew I had always liked Michael, but you decided to take him away from me because of your selfish desires!” “Do you even realize what you’ve done? Michael’s obsession with you almost cost your sister her life!” “That’s on him, not me.” I spat. “Victoria could have also saved herself if she wasn’t lurking around.” I ignored her disdainful look and continued to voice out my pain. “You never cared about me. All you care about is money, fame, and the family’s stupid reputation!” The slap came so fast, echoing through the balcony. My cheek burned, but it didn’t stop me from expressing my pain and anger. “And you wonder why I’ve always hated you?” I spat, my hand on my cheek. “You’ve made it clear, you love Victoria more than me. Yet, you’re also only using her.” My eyes stared right into hers as I said. “You don’t deserve to have children.” My voice, cold and firm. She lashed me another slap. This time it was harder than the former. I tried to hold back my tears but I couldn’t. My piercing eyes were fixed on her. “Victoria never questions my decisions. Unlike you, you’re an ungrateful child!” She spat, her voice full of venom. “Well, let’s see if you’ll still love her the same way now. Your favorite little puppet doesn’t even remember her name now.” I forced out my laughter, painful yet satisfying. The third slap came like a blow, and I could swear, I almost showed her my dark side. My face turned to the other side, and it burned more now. “Get out!” My mother screamed at the top of her voice. I enjoyed the pain that came with her tone. “Leave my sight at once!” I stormed away to my room. Her words still hurt, they echoed in my ears. My heart shattered with every word. **** As I lay down on my bed, I allowed the tears to flow freely. Every bitter memory felt like a needle was being pierced through my heart. Suddenly, my phone buzzed and I picked it without even checking who it was. “What is it?!” I snapped. “I’m sorry… we failed you again.” The man talking on the other end’s voice was shaky. Realizing who it was, my pain suddenly grew to anger and frustration. “You always fail to get a simple job done! I’m not paying you any more cents for your incompetence!” “Ma’am, we’re sorry. We made sure to pour the accelerant everywhere. We don’t know how she managed to survive…” he paused for a while. “There’s a man… my men were at the scene and confirmed that a man saved her…” “And that’s your excuse?” I interrupted. “No, ma’am. We’ll keep trying…” “Nah… it’s okay. I think I’ll have to handle it myself now. And as for the man that saved her, I took care of him already.” My face twisted in an evil smile. “He won’t be seeing her the same way again.” Suddenly, I heard a faint creak coming from my door. I ended the call and moved silently to the door. As soon as I flung the door, it hit the maid who had been eavesdropping. She attempted to run, but I was faster I grabbed her hair and pulled her into my room. Tears poured down her eyes as she desperately pleaded. “Please, ma’am… spare my life. I promise you, I barely heard anything.” Her hands clasped together as she pleaded seriously on her knees. I bent down in front of her, staring directly into her eyes. “Really? You’re sure you didn’t hear anything?” “Yes ma’am, I didn’t… I swear!” Her voice was shaky. My expression softened, and I let a tear fall. “I’m scared that if my mother finds out, I’ll be in trouble. Promise me you’ll keep quiet. “I promise, ma’am. I’ll die with this secret.” She looked relieved now and reassured. I gave her an evil smile. “Of course… of course you will, Emily.” And just with a swift motion, I grabbed my small knife hidden in my desk. Before the maid could react, I slit her throat, leaving her in a pool of blood. I let out an evil laugh, yet my heart still ached from everything. Every pain, every betrayal, and for every time I was being neglected, the scar in my heart grew even more. They trained me. They made me stronger, leaving my heart completely eaten up. To them, I’m that weak, little, innocent Vivian they took advantage of. But to me, that Vivian died a long time ago. This Vivian won’t stand back and watch things being taken away from her anymore. Just slow and steady. Soon, I’ll take back everything they ever stole from me. Victoria Langston, maybe in another world, we can be perfect sisters, but in this world… If your life is what it takes for me to finally be able to live—then so be it.VICTORIA POV. A MONTH LATER—I stood in front of the mirror, breath hitching at my own reflection. The white ball gown made me look like a princess—like a dream—off-shoulder, sweeping the floor, glittering with tiny stones that caught the light like scattered stars. My hair was swept into a Cinderella bun, my veil resting delicately behind me. The makeup was flawless. For the first time in forever, I didn’t see the broken, wounded girl. I saw a bride.Audrina clutched her chest dramatically. “Oh my God… you look too beautiful, Victoria.”Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Thank you,” I whispered, trying to calm my racing heart.The door burst open. Hazel stormed in, breathless “It’s time…” Then she froze. “Oh. My. God!” Her eyes widened as she approached slowly. “Victoria, you look… stunning.”I bowed playfully. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Sterling.”Hazel actually blushed, and Audrina and I laughed.“Don’t do that,” Hazel scolded softly, resting her hands on my shoulders. “Today is about you.
VICTORIA POV. The morning sun streamed through the window, golden and warm, stirring me awake. I blinked, my body heavy yet light all at once, lying against Jake’s chest under the soft duvet. Naked. Our skin pressed together, the lingering warmth from last night clinging to me. For the first time in what felt like forever, the pain from yesterday didn’t exist. My chest rose and fell with his, my hands tracing his firm muscles, remembering how he’d touched me, fucked me, loved me.“You want some more?” His deep voice rumbled against me, and I froze, heat rushing to places I didn’t know could feel this alive.I closed my eyes, biting my lip from embarrassment. Damn, I’d been running my hands over his chest while lying here, completely lost in the memory. I pulled back slightly, but Jake didn’t give me a chance. His cock nudged against me from behind, teasing, hard, insistent.“Morning, baby.” He kissed the curve of my neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.“Mmm…” I moaned softly. “
VICTORIA POV. The cemetery was quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed on your chest and reminded you of everything you lost. I knelt in front of my mother’s grave, flowers shaking in my trembling hands. My tears spilled before the petals even touched the dirt.“Mom…” My voice cracked, broken. “It’s over now.”Hazel, Jake, and Michael stood behind me, giving me space. They didn’t move. They knew this moment wasn’t theirs.“I know it doesn’t erase the pain you went through,” I whispered, staring at her name carved in stone. “But justice has finally been served.”I laid the flowers gently. My chest caved in. “You can rest now, Mom.”The sob that broke from me was raw, ugly. It ripped through me. My hands curled into fists against the earth. Why did it still hurt so much?Yesterday, the judge had delivered his verdict. Vivian—fifty years without parole. My stepmother—twenty years for second-degree murder. My father—ten years for obstruction of justice. Mike and Vivian’s accomplices—thirty
MICHAEL POV. “Vivian… I want a divorce.”The words tasted like blood in my mouth. I didn’t want to say them, but I had to. They sat in my chest like a boulder, crushing me until I let them out.Her tear-stained eyes froze on me. “Michael… what did you just say?”I couldn’t look at her. I dropped my head, my hand clenched the prison phone so tightly it hurt. “I’m sorry, Vivian. I’m so damn sorry.”She shook her head violently, strands of messy hair sticking to her wet cheeks. “No… no, Michael, please.” Her voice broke into a sob. “Please don’t do this to me. I’ll be out in no time, I promise.” Her desperation was like knives stabbing at my ribs. I wanted to shut my eyes and block her out, but I couldn’t. I had to face the wreckage between us.“Vivian…” My voice came out harsher than I meant. “What is wrong with you? Don’t you see? It’s over. You caused this!”She slammed her palm against the glass. “Everything I did—I did it for you, Michael! Just to be with you. Just to make us happ
VIVIAN POV. Life in jail was hell. The walls smelled like sweat, fear, and regret. The air was damp and heavy, clinging to my skin like it wanted to choke me. The food tasted like cardboard, and the nights dragged on forever with screams echoing from other cells, each one a reminder that I wasn’t alone in my misery—but still, I was.There’s a rhythm to jail, a cycle that grinds you down. Wake up. Count. Eat. Work. Count again. Sleep—if you can sleep through the crying, the shouting, the endless clanging of metal doors. Repeat until your sanity starts peeling away like rust.But none of that compared to the ache inside me—the wound Victoria left when she came. I hated her for it. Hated that she dared to look at me with pity. Hated that she said sorry. Hated even more that she forgave me.Why doesn’t she hate me? Why does she always have to stand on some shining, self-righteous pedestal while I rot in the dirt? For one stupid second, I almost felt regret. Almost. And that made me feel
VICTORIA POV. It’s been over a week since everything came crashing down. I’ve been discharged from the hospital. Physically, I healed faster than anyone expected. But inside? I don’t feel the same. Something inside me broke.This isn’t heartbreak—it’s worse. It’s the feeling of watching everything you believed in shatter. The feeling of losing the only family you had left. And worse… the sting of betrayal from the people you trusted the most.I read my father’s letter. Again. Again. I cried until my chest hurt. Forgive him? I don’t know if I can. My mother didn’t deserve this. I didn’t deserve this.The only reason I’m still holding it together is Jake. Without him, I would’ve fallen apart completely.But there’s one more thing I had to do. I asked Jake to drive me to jail. I needed to see Vivian. I needed to hear her… one last time.****Jake stayed back in the car while I went inside alone. She was waiting for me in the visitation room, seated across from me, a glass wall dividing