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.

they're pushing me back into the fire pit,\"

knows how to play the game of life! She's already got the Cedillos wrapped

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 not as twisted and dirty-minded

suffered losses, or the people injured by your fire? Is their happiness worthless?

more thing, how did you start that

clammed up, stubbornly silent, locked in a battle of wills

head and, holding her son, moved back. \"I'll stay out of it. My husband wouldn't want me teaching his son bad habits. Jake, Jessica, remember what I said, no fatal

it didn't take five minutes before Vivian was screaming at the top

shouting,

...

took the lithium battery from a scrapped electric scooter. Since it was a junk purchase with no contract, and she lived in a

from a scrapped vehicle. So even if you check the cameras or interview residents, you'll find nothing. She used the battery from her own purchase, that's why you never

Emily's statement, Chad frowned in

can access Vivian's bank records,

Easton walked over, exchanging a knowing look with Chad. Perhaps

taken to the hospital for a full examination and returned to the station, her image

head down, too ashamed to meet

concerned fathers had no choice but to sit with their sons nearby, except for feeding times when the babies were in their mothers' arms. At five, several people

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

out?\" Emily

with evidence, right?\"

at Andre, who was cradling his little one. He had just checked on Vivian's sorry state -

martial arts choreography had paid

the trio had turned themselves in at the station, which meant they could expect some leniency. They even provided some crucial leads that had Easton red-faced with embarrassment. \"Can you believe it? I've

but they had definitely skated close

harshly, but not too lightly

Chad suggested, \"A fine of 300 bucks or

a beat, they

ordered his