Kate's Plan Unfolds

Kate’s POV

The sound of heels clicking against the marble floor echoed as Sasha walked into my living room. Her face was determined, a stack of documents in her hands. She placed them on the coffee table before taking a seat across from me.

“This is everything,” she said, sliding the papers toward me.

I picked them up, flipping through them. Bank statements, photos, social media screenshots—all about Miyah. My heart pounded with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

“Are you sure this will be enough to turn Zaire against her?” I asked, my voice low.

“If this doesn’t work, nothing will,” Sasha replied confidently. “It’s all there. The people she’s associated with, the places she’s been—everything to make her look... less than ideal.”

I nodded, the plan solidifying in my mind. “He won’t be able to deny the truth once he sees this.”

But deep down, a part of me hesitated. Zaire had always been stubborn, and Miyah... she had a way of getting under his skin. I would have to be strategic.

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Miyah’s POV

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of soft reggae music playing from the kitchen. I stretched, my body still sore from last night’s tension.

Zaire was already up, standing by the stove in nothing but his sweatpants. The sight of him cooking made me smile.

“Good morning, chef,” I teased, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind.

He turned his head, kissing my forehead. “Morning, baby. You sleep good?”

“Better than I thought I would,” I admitted.

He handed me a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, guiding me to sit at the table. As I ate, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

“Zaire,” I began hesitantly, “do you think your mom will ever accept me?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Honestly? I don’t know. But that’s her problem, not yours.”

“I don’t want to come between you and your family,” I said softly.

He reached across the table, taking my hand in his. “You’re not, Miyah. If she can’t see how good you are for me, that’s on her. I won’t let anyone ruin what we have.”

His words reassured me, but I couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach. Something was coming—I could feel it.

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Zaire’s POV

Later that afternoon, Malik and Giovanni came over. We sat in the living room, talking about everything and nothing. But I could see the tension in their eyes.

“You think your mother done with her antics?” Giovanni asked, leaning back on the couch.

I shook my head. “Not a chance. She’s too stubborn to let this go.”

Malik frowned, his tone serious. “Zaire, you need to be careful. Women like your mom, when they feel like they losing control, dem can get desperate.”

“I know,” I admitted. “But I’m not letting her come between me and Miyah.”

Giovanni smirked. “Good. ’Cause if you mess that up, we’ll take her side. Miyah’s the real MVP.”

We all laughed, but the truth of their words lingered. My mother was plotting something—I could feel it. And when she made her move, I had to be ready.

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Kate’s POV

The dinner invitation was sent out later that day. I made sure to include everyone—Zaire, Miyah, Malik, Giovanni, even Ashley and Zoey. But my real guest of honor was Sasha’s daughter, Chloe.

Chloe was everything Miyah wasn’t—refined, elegant, and from a respectable family. She was the perfect match for Zaire, and tonight, I was going to make sure he saw that.

As I arranged the seating chart, a smile played on my lips. Miyah would be seated across from Chloe, forced to watch as Zaire interacted with a woman who was truly worthy of him.

“This will work,” I muttered to myself. “It has to.”

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Miyah’s POV

When Zaire told me about the dinner, I felt my stomach drop. It was clearly another one of Kate’s schemes, but I couldn’t back out. If I did, it would only give her more power.

Ashley and Zoey were immediately on board to come with me.

“Mi nuh care wah she try fi do,” Ashley said, her eyes blazing with determination. “We got your back.”

Zoey nodded. “And if she try anything, trust me, she’ll regret it.”

I laughed, grateful for my friends. But deep down, I was nervous. This dinner wasn’t just about food—it was about power, and I had a feeling Kate wasn’t playing fair.

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