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.

back into

Jessica? Just because she knows how to play the game of life! She's already got the Cedillos wrapped

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 not as twisted and dirty-minded as you are.\" \"Everyone has the right to pursue happiness, is that

or the people injured by your fire? Is their happiness worthless? You chase after happiness like it's

how did you start

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

of it. My husband wouldn't want me teaching his son bad habits. Jake, Jessica, remember what I said,

screaming at the

she was shouting,

...

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

from a scrapped vehicle. So even if you check the cameras

statement, Chad frowned

can

over, exchanging a knowing look with Chad. Perhaps they had found a new lead in the

a full examination and returned to

too ashamed to meet

habits, their concerned fathers had no choice but to sit with their sons

Chad, we're all family here. Let's discuss how to handle

out?\"

you with evidence, right?\"

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

Mia's martial arts choreography had

some leniency. They even provided some crucial leads that had Easton red-faced with embarrassment. \"Can you believe it? I've been cracking cases left and

misstep, but they had definitely skated close to the edge

but not

Chad suggested, \"A fine of 300 bucks or a written apology - let them

skipping a beat, they opted, \"The

sleeping kiddo, ordered his wife,