Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"So, you love playing with fire, huh?" Jake sneered, carrying a gas can and unscrewing the cap, ready to encircle Vivian in a deadly ring. \"Today, you'll get your fill.\"

The pungent smell was unmistakable. Vivian knew it was real gasoline.

\"Jessica, you do realize this is murder, right?\" she screamed in panic.

Jessica crouched down, a wicked grin on her face as she looked at Vivian, bound and helpless. \"Isn't this your favorite game? Playing with fire and burning yourself up? I'm just helping you continue your little game.\" Vivian's eyes darted to Jake, who was pouring the gasoline. Her face turned ashen.

Seizing the moment, Emily stepped out of the car with her son in her arms. She approached Vivian, standing in front of her and demanding, \"Why frame Jessica? How did the fire start? Spill it, and we might just spare your life.\" "You... who are you?\" Vivian asked, recognizing the woman who had effortlessly beaten her to a pulp moments ago.

\"I'm Andre's wife,\" Emily replied, her eyes steady and unforgiving.

Fear ballooned in Vivian's eyes.

Emily cradled her baby gently, her voice softer but steely. \"I'm a mom now, not as ruthless as I used to be. So I'm willing to give you a way out. Just answer honestly, no tricks. There's no surveillance here, no bystanders. Just the three of us, and if your life ends here today, the cops won't have any evidence to pin it on us, just like your little arson stunt-no evidence.\"

Vivian looked at Emily, sweating despite the chill in the air. Jessica was growing impatient. \"Emily, take the kid and step back. I might not kill her today, but I'll make sure she loses some skin.\"

Emily spoke again, \"Last chance to think it over. We three can handle anything.\"

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Vivian hesitated.

Jake pulled out a lighter, bending down to ignite the gasoline when Vivian blurted out, \"I did it to drive Jessica out of the Byrne family.\"

"She wasn't even a real Byrne, but she lived with them, and everybody adored her. What's so special about her? She's got no skills and a nasty temper. Why do Uncle and Aunt Byrne like her, and why does Chad dote on her so much? Compared to me, she's not even worthy.\"

The venom in her voice was palpable.

Jessica stared coldly at Vivian, who, having started talking, spilled everything. \"I'm much more capable than she is. Once I get in, the Byrnes will eventually see the difference and realize I'm far superior, transferring their affection to me.\"

But her plan had backfired. No one took her seriously, and the Byrnes watched her like a hawk, especially Coleen, who was paranoid she'd harm Jessica and had servants monitor her every move.

into the fire pit,\" Vivian

how to play the game of life! She's already got the Cedillos wrapped around her finger, why can't the Byrnes

need a daughter who can cook and clean, my grandparents don't need me to suck up to them, and my Chad doesn't need a scheming groupie. I'm better than you because I'm

who suffered losses, or the people injured by your fire? Is their happiness worthless? You chase after

thing, how did you start that

silent, locked in a battle of

\"I'll stay out of it. My husband wouldn't want

take five minutes before Vivian was screaming at the top of her lungs, \"Jessica, I'll

shouting, \"I bought a

...

scrapped electric scooter. Since it was a junk purchase with no contract, and she lived in a complex area

it out herself. And afterward, nobody would report a stolen battery because it was from a scrapped vehicle. So even if you check the cameras or interview residents, you'll find nothing. She used the

statement, Chad frowned in

batteries. And Chad, you can

knowing look with Chad. Perhaps they had found a

full examination and returned to the

her head down, too ashamed to meet

a conference room. Given the little ones' propensity to pick up bad habits, their concerned fathers had no choice but to sit with

and Easton walked in together. \"Officer Chad, we're all family here. Let's discuss how to handle this

checked out?\"

you with evidence, right?\"

sorry state - despite being beaten black

Mia's martial arts

embarrassment. \"Can you believe it? I've been cracking cases left and right my whole career. When it comes to Vivian's case, I'm pulling my hair out and getting nowhere, and these three lay it all

was greater than their misstep, but they had definitely skated close to the edge of the law. They needed to

too harshly, but

fine of 300 bucks

a beat,

kiddo, ordered his wife, \"Write the