Novel & Cerita Deception Point Book

DECLAIMER! Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Anne’s POV

That was when I saw him reach behind the opposite chair and draw a gun. My breath caught. My body locked up. Alex held the weapon casually, like it was just another conversation piece. But the cold gleam in his eyes told a different story. My pride crumbled. I dropped to my knees in an instant, hands trembling, palms pressed together in a desperate plea. “Please… Alex, please,” I whispered, shame burning down my spine as I begged. He pointed the gun at me, his expression unreadable but his voice laced with mockery. “You said you’re not leaving?” he asked, slowly cocking the gun.

I just had to pose as his wife, and I would be a millionaire. I was still wide-eyed when I looked through the remaining conditions. They seemed fair. So, I took the pen that lay on the coffee table and signed the contract, sealing the deal. It was only then that I saw a twinkle flash through Grayson's eyes. But his lips held no trace of the smile he had constantly thrown my way the night we met. He gestured to the glass of wine. “You deserve a drink.”

Phoebe scolded me, "You're such a fool. I saw him at the mall buying jewelry with another woman, all smiles. You should interrogate him." I brushed my new haircut. "Why would I do that? I don't love him anymore." Phoebe's eyes lit up. "Should have done so a long time ago. You used to be so lovesick. Now you're more carefree and attractive. Remember that dance leader who kept checking you out? Interested in a new romance?" I shrugged. "Maybe." It was around 11 p.m., but Derrick still wasn't home. I called him, and he answered quickly.

He raised a brow at me as he picked up a book and removed the dust off it. "Yes, In his own way he did." I rolled my eyes and moved to meet him. My hands trailed through the bookshelf as I took noticed of how decently packed the shelf was. Every section was neatly arranged and the books were mainly about science stuffs. "Do you like science stuffs?" I asked him, drawing one of the book from the shelf that read 'Life in space' . "Not me, Sinister." Oh so the devil wasn't that stupid after all. Great!

He approached Julia and asked her accusingly, "Did you throw the script on the ground?" Yasmin and her assistant looked at each other and smiled triumphantly. The director was known to have a short temper, and now he looked furious. They would soon witness the humiliating spectacle of Julia being dismissed from the team, and that was exactly what we wanted. That was what Yasmin and her assistant believed, but... Julia's voice was even and unruffled as she spoke. Douglas Murray's best-selling book, "A Journey to Splendid Beauty," inspires this script about a civet cat. This tale depicts how... "

I wasn’t going to let anyone take her from me. Adrian Kincaid had made his mistake when he had underestimated me. He thought he could play me, manipulate me, and walk away unscathed. But now, he would pay. He would learn the true meaning of retribution. And I would make sure he understood every second of it. I stood, feeling the power surge through me as I walked over to the desk and activated the encrypted phone. There was no turning back now. The men were already in position, and the countdown had begun. The trap had been set. All that was left was to pull the trigger.

She hadn’t even fought it in the end. She had cracked in the interrogation room. Cried. Shaken. Told them everything. That part hadn’t surprised Dakota. Not really. Diana had always been dramatic, always emotional, always driven by fear more than logic. Under the weight of real consequences and cold interrogation rooms, she hadn’t stood a chance. She’d confessed to everything. The planning. The fake remorse. The warehouse. The needle. Ryan’s involvement. She’d admitted her mother knew. Aided it. Supported it. Encouraged it.

she asked painfully. "Because I’ve learned not to trust you. My love didn’t stop you the last time. So now, I need something stronger to keep you from leaving again." "You’re unbelievable..." she said, voice trembling with unshed tears. "You loved me because you thought I was Julia. Don’t include that here. What we had was bound to end the way it did. I knew from the start you'd hate me once you found out the truth—" "Because you deceived me!" "You never let me explain!" she shouted. "You know nothing, Sake! And yet you hated me like I was the worst person alive! You judged me without even hearing me out!"

Of course I can’t just tell him that I was up till one last night because I was so worried about coming with him today, can I? “Well, on the contrary, I didn’t have a bad night. The book I was reading was worth it. I was too obsessed with it, I couldn’t help myself.” I hope that one works. “What were you reading?” “Uh,” I bit my tongue so it could say something. “I found this book in your library and I borrowed it. I hope you didn’t mind. It’s Colleen Hoover’s Verity.” “Verity? Are you sure?” he sounded doubtful, and I knew I had to be confident so he would believe me.