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.

me back into

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

forward, unable to contain her rage, and kicked Vivian. \"Let me tell you, my parents don't 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 not as twisted and dirty-minded as you are.\" \"Everyone has

injured by your fire? Is their happiness worthless? You

more thing, how did you start that

in

her son, moved back. \"I'll stay out of it. My husband wouldn't want me teaching his son

was screaming at the top of her lungs, \"Jessica,

minutes, she was shouting,

...

a scrapped electric scooter. Since it was a junk purchase with no contract, and she lived in a complex area with no surveillance, nobody

battery because it was from a scrapped vehicle. So even

Emily's statement, Chad frowned in

missing their batteries. And Chad, you can access Vivian's bank records, right? See who she's been transferring money to, and you'll find out where she

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

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

kept her head down, too ashamed to

to pick up bad habits, their concerned fathers had no choice but to sit with their sons nearby, except for feeding times when the babies were in

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

out?\"

you with evidence, right?\"

on Vivian's sorry state - despite being beaten black and blue with bruises all

arts

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 right my whole career. When it comes to Vivian's case, I'm pulling my hair out and getting nowhere, and

had definitely skated close to the edge of the law. They needed to be

but not too

of 300 bucks or a written apology - let

beat, they opted, \"The

sleeping kiddo, ordered his wife, \"Write the