All Chapters of BENEATH HER ASHES : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Delilah’s Point of ViewSuspicion is the beginning of unraveling secrets…The walls of this mansion feel colder than usual tonight.Dinner had barely ended, but my thoughts are still stuck on that woman—Amara. She walked into my home like she owned the air we breathed. The way Jackson looked at her, the way he smiled, his eyes lighting up like a teenage boy seeing his celebrity crush for the first time ,it made my stomach turn.Her presence was commanding, her words calculated and smooth. She did not speak much, but when she did, it was enough to slice right through me. And then she said it , that little comment disguised as idle curiosity.“You look so much like the woman who owns the penthouse across from mine… you must get that a lot.”I smiled, of course. I had to. But inside? I was burning. My hands nearly crushed the ceramic salad bowl I was holding. Who did she think she was? Was that supposed to be a joke? A threat? A warning?Because if it was… it worked.As soon as dinner en

Nurse Nancy Point of view Mornings in my house are always a race against the clock. I wake up before the sun, drag myself out of bed, and start the day like I do every other day , packing lunchboxes and shouting at the girls to get dressed before we miss the bus. Today was not any different. Jane was coughing a bit more than usual, and that worried me, but I kept a brave face. She was smiling, and that is all that mattered in the moment. Primrose had braided her sister’s hair and was already dressed, hovering around the table like a little mother hen. We sat at our tiny kitchen table, each with a bowl of cereal, not because we love it, but because it is all I can afford. The girls never complain, though. I do not know how I got so lucky with them. Just as I took my first spoonful, my phone buzzed. I picked it up, half expecting it to be a reminder for my shift. Instead, it was a notification from St. Luke’s Memorial Hospital which is Jane’s hospital. The message was brief but co

Emily’s Point of view They think I disappeared. They think I was silenced. But I was just preparing. The pain that these people have caused me can never be undone by anything in the world . I have lost more than just children my children that day . The moment I saw that photo of Jackson and Rosaline, all cozy and familiar in that office, something inside me cracked. Not just betrayal. Not just rage. It was the confirmation that my instincts had been screaming about all along: this web of lies was bigger than I thought. Rosaline Greene was not just a loyal assistant. She was in this with Delilah. And Jackson. And God knows who else.I did not sleep that night. I could not. Instead, I sat in my penthouse with my laptop, staring at that photo, zooming in on their faces. Jackson with that smug smirk. Rosaline, her eyes too soft for an employee. No. That was not professional admiration. That was intimacy. That was history.And I needed answers.I reached out to an old friend from my med

Delilah – Point of ViewAmara’s words should not have mattered.She was a stranger, a potential investor, nothing more.And yet… her voice lingered in my mind, echoing like a taunt I could not silence.I told myself I would not dwell on it. I had better things to do than entertain a thought that will not only destroy Jackson but also me and everything I sacrificed. So, I curled up on the couch, phone in hand, and started scrolling through social media — anything to distract myself from this stress.Big mistake.The first thing I saw was Rosaline’s post which was a close-up of her perfectly manicured hand, the caption flaunting “New love deserves new sparkle #Blessed”. And there it was , a glimmering, expensive watch on her wrist. Not just expensive. Limited edition. The kind you wait months for, unless you have the right connections… or the right man buying it for you.My stomach twisted.When was the last time Jackson had bought me a gift? I thought hard, sifting through years of

Delilah’s Point of view The walls of the mansion felt like they were closing in on me. My heels clicked restlessly against the marble floors as I paced the living room, unable to sit still, unable to breathe. Every few seconds I peeked out through the curtains, only to see the swarm of paparazzi outside, their flashing cameras like vultures circling a dying prey.“Get rid of them!” I snapped at the guards by the door telling them to do their job which they are clearly failing to do . My voice cracked with desperation. “I don’t care how just use force if you must. Break their damn cameras if they do not listen. I want them gone!”They bowed and hurried out, and still my chest burned with agitation. Where was Rosaline? She should have been here by now. She had to explain herself . Why did she betray me like this ? It is supposed to be me and her against the world , not the other way around . An hour crawled by before the sound of the front doors opening made me freeze. My heart leapt