Bryce

✦✧✦✧A CHAOTIC AFTERNOON AT BRYCE'S MANSION✦✧✦✧

The lavish six-story mansion gleamed in the afternoon sun, its towering glass walls showcasing opulence at its peak. You were enjoying the view from the sixth-floor balcony, a glass of sparkling water in hand, as the warm breeze played with your hair. It was a serene moment, a rare break from the flashing cameras and screaming fans of your life as a superstar actress and singer.

Bryce, your billionaire boyfriend, was in his office on a call, finalizing plans for yet another private island venture. Despite his busy schedule, he always made time to ensure you were happy. Little did either of you know, someone in the house harbored darker intentions.

Maid Jessica, who had been quietly seething with jealousy, watched from a distance. Every day, she saw how Bryce showered you with love and attention, and the sight of you basking in luxury while she worked tirelessly was too much to bear. Her envy boiled over into a dangerous plan.

As you leaned over the balcony rail, admiring the sprawling estate below, Jessica silently approached. The sound of her footsteps was masked by the faint hum of the mansion’s centralized sound system. Before you could react, she grabbed you by the shoulders and, with a sharp shove, sent you tumbling over the edge.

Your scream tore through the air as you fell. Time seemed to slow as the ground rushed up to meet you. Thankfully, the massive pool beneath the balcony broke your fall, but the impact rendered you unconscious as water enveloped you.

Bryce heard your scream from his office and rushed to the balcony just in time to see you hit the water. His purple eyes widened in shock, panic gripping him as he sprinted down the stairs and out to the poolside. Without hesitation, he dove in, cutting through the water with desperation. He pulled you to the surface, cradling your limp form as he swam back to the edge.

“Wake up,” he murmured, his voice shaking. “Please, baby, wake up.” He placed you on the pool deck and checked your breathing before performing CPR. After what felt like an eternity, you coughed up water and gasped for air.

Bryce exhaled a shaky breath of relief, pulling you into his arms. “You’re okay,” he whispered, holding you tightly. “I’ve got you.”

His relief quickly turned to fury when he spotted Jessica, frozen in place near the balcony above. It didn’t take much to piece together what had happened. Bryce’s face darkened as he carried you inside, laying you gently on a couch before storming back out.

“JESSICA!” His voice thundered through the mansion, and every staff member stopped in their tracks. Jessica trembled as Bryce confronted her. “You tried to kill her!” His normally composed demeanor was gone, replaced by rage. “Pack your things and leave. You’re done. If I ever see you again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Jessica stammered, trying to explain herself, but Bryce silenced her with a glare. “You’re lucky I’m not calling the police—yet. Now, get out.”

As Jessica left, Bryce returned to your side, his anger melting into concern. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, brushing damp strands of hair from your face.