Samantha leaned forward, resting her chin against her knuckles. She had an effortless grace about her—elegant, poised, but dangerously observant.Her painted nails tapped against the table.“Ariel, you said your father is a merchant in this city,” Samantha began, tilting her head slightly. “That’s quite interesting. You must have lived a very comfortable life then, no?”Johny’s grip on her hand tightened. This wasn’t part of the questions they had prepared for. She could feel every pair of eyes on her, waiting for her response. The question was deceptively innocent, but she knew better.Samantha wasn’t asking for simple details. She was probing. Fishing for inconsistencies.“We lived well enough, yes.” She said calmly. Samantha hummed. “Well enough?” she repeated, as if testing the words on her tongue. “That’s rather vague, don’t you think?”Ariel maintained her calm. “We had what we needed, and for that, I was always grateful.”Samantha’s eyes gleamed with something of search with
Johny jaws spiked, his fingers twitched beside her. But he reminded composed. He suppressed the urge to intergect, because if he did, then his action will be flagged suspicious. Alexander's gaze sharpened, his attention now fully drawn to Ariel, he had been captivated by her ability to navigate the conversation so far, covering her husband’s foul play with a rather… unique intellect. But would she manage to twist this soul gripping questions in her favor? He leaned back slightly, waiting for her. Ariel quickly set her glass down, her fingers gripping the stem tightly as she tried to compose herself. A faint flush clawed up her neck, though whether from embarrassment or the weight of the question, she wasn’t sure. The room still remained silent. A slow smirk tugged at Alexander’s lips. Samantha’s eyes gleamed with silent amusement, while Aunty Vivian’s lips twitched in satisfaction. Damian, who had been chewing gum the whole time, paused, his face lit up in excitement to the sud
The garden was peaceful, bathed with the soft reflection on the sun. Breeze carried the blooming roses, weaving through the neatly trimmed hedges. Amid this serenity, Ariel sat beside Mr Lucas, on a wooden bench, they were both enjoying the soothing scenery of nature. Then Mr. Lucas's head turned towards Ariel, he wasn’t speaking, just staring.Not in a sharp gaze he has always been, no a scrutinizing gaze that could make one confess his crime. But something soft, and warm.A rare sight of Mr Lucas. His aged eyes held an unexplainable emotion as they settled on her face— too long as if searching.Ariel’s heart lurched uncomfortably at his unblinking stare. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers trembling slightly. Her pulse pounded against her ribcage, rapid and erratic, as if her body sensed something her mind couldn’t grasp.A breathy chuckle slipped from Mr. Lucas’s lips. He had noticed her “Oh, child…” he murmured, shaking his head with quiet amusement.
Johny's smirk deepened as he took a seat across from Alexander, one leg casually crossed over the other. He slid his hand inside his pocket and dropped the bullet onto the table, the small metallic changed, its sharp sound cutting through the heavy silence. His fingers tapping idly against the wooden surface. "I hope now you’ll back off from my woman." His tone was light, almost casual, but the underlying warning was sharp. "Anyway, thanks for the rescue. I appreciate it, but…" He paused, his smirk widening as if something amusing had just crossed his mind."Tell me," he mused, tilting his head, "were you just being generous, or…" His voice dripped with mockery as he let the question linger. Then, as if dismissing the absurdity of his own thoughts, he waved a hand. "No, no. It can’t be. I mean, why would the most eligible bachelor in the whole city of Las Vegas be infatuated with his stepbrother’s wife?" A thick chuckle rumbled from his mouth, thick with arrogance.Alexander didn’
Alex walked up to her, and stood right in her front, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. Ariel’s head dipped down, her gaze fixed on the floor as her breath grew shallow.Alex stood still, watching the nervous Ariel. A light chuckle left his lips in amusement. Amazed by her sudden nervousness. Where is the brave woman from earlier? He moved more closer to her, leaving a short distance between them. Ariel breathe caught in her throat, and without thinking, she took a shaky step back.Alexander chuckled again, unable to suppress the amusement in her reaction. His hand reached out, his fingers tilting her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze.Her heart felt as though it was leaping out as his thumb lightly brushed her jaw, sending an electrocut through her spine.Then he leaned forward, his lips dangerously close to her ear. His voice dropped to a whisper, rich and smooth, laced with something that made her Insides churn. “You still smell this same… you must like this c
“Hello ma'am, how can I help you? Ariel approached a confused-looking woman who was contemplating which shoe she should buy. “Which of these shoes would you recommend for me to buy? I love both.” The woman responded. “This black Yves Saint Laurent heel is a limited-edition, made from quality leather, and comfy insole. Favorite among celebrities and fashionistas alike.” Ariel explained applying a delightful and friendly smile. “This nude Gianvito Rossi heel is best known for its modern take on a classic style, perfect for making statements, attention-puller but is quite selective when it comes to dress pairing. Now you can choose based on their features.” She added. “Can I wear them to test?” The woman asked. “Of course Ma'am, but only the Gianvito Rossi, customers can test goods but not the limited version ones.” “?” The woman's eyes narrowed, her eyebrows squinted. A sense of fear and warning gripped Ariel as the woman stared at her grumpily. “How dare you speak to m
At her front was her belongings thrown out recklessly on the ground scattered, beside it was a letter to vacate the building. She already knew it would happen as she has been behind on rent for the past 2 years. Just that she didn't expect it to be today, not when her day was long. Ariel's trembling hands dug in her bag to reach for her phone with the intention to plead with her landlord. She dialed the number countless of times but no one picks. She reached for one of her pillows for a comfy sit. ‘Sigh' She exhaled sharply and shut her eyes closed. The faint sound of cars blaring from afar mingled with the rhythm of her heart, as she lost herself in the wilderness of her thoughts. Amidst her chaos with her thoughts, Her phone buzzed, interrupting her. She opened her tired eyes and stole a glance at the screen which revealed her bestie's name, a beacon of hope in her darkness. She swiped to answer the call. “Girl what's up, are you good, just wanna check up before I go
In another part of the busy city was a black Audi A8 followed by a white 2025 Mercedes Maybach S-class, which was driven down to the entrance of a five-star presidential suite. Four huge muscled men in black suits stepped out heavily from the Audi A8, lined up in a two by two formation waiting for their master. A middle-aged man came down from the front seat of the limousine and quickly ran forward to the back seat door. He opened the car door and a manlike figure who stood at approximately 6’2 tall came out. His navy blue suit could be recognized as one of luxurious materials. His lustrous black hair complimented his piercing ocean eyes, sharp broad shoulder, and perfectly traced thin lips with a jawline. Anyone could feel intimidated by his mesmerizing appearance. Each of his steps into the suite was followed by his bodyguards alongside his secretary. His powerful aura called for the attention of the people in the reception. Everyone could feel goosebumps as he p
Alex walked up to her, and stood right in her front, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. Ariel’s head dipped down, her gaze fixed on the floor as her breath grew shallow.Alex stood still, watching the nervous Ariel. A light chuckle left his lips in amusement. Amazed by her sudden nervousness. Where is the brave woman from earlier? He moved more closer to her, leaving a short distance between them. Ariel breathe caught in her throat, and without thinking, she took a shaky step back.Alexander chuckled again, unable to suppress the amusement in her reaction. His hand reached out, his fingers tilting her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze.Her heart felt as though it was leaping out as his thumb lightly brushed her jaw, sending an electrocut through her spine.Then he leaned forward, his lips dangerously close to her ear. His voice dropped to a whisper, rich and smooth, laced with something that made her Insides churn. “You still smell this same… you must like this c
Johny's smirk deepened as he took a seat across from Alexander, one leg casually crossed over the other. He slid his hand inside his pocket and dropped the bullet onto the table, the small metallic changed, its sharp sound cutting through the heavy silence. His fingers tapping idly against the wooden surface. "I hope now you’ll back off from my woman." His tone was light, almost casual, but the underlying warning was sharp. "Anyway, thanks for the rescue. I appreciate it, but…" He paused, his smirk widening as if something amusing had just crossed his mind."Tell me," he mused, tilting his head, "were you just being generous, or…" His voice dripped with mockery as he let the question linger. Then, as if dismissing the absurdity of his own thoughts, he waved a hand. "No, no. It can’t be. I mean, why would the most eligible bachelor in the whole city of Las Vegas be infatuated with his stepbrother’s wife?" A thick chuckle rumbled from his mouth, thick with arrogance.Alexander didn’
The garden was peaceful, bathed with the soft reflection on the sun. Breeze carried the blooming roses, weaving through the neatly trimmed hedges. Amid this serenity, Ariel sat beside Mr Lucas, on a wooden bench, they were both enjoying the soothing scenery of nature. Then Mr. Lucas's head turned towards Ariel, he wasn’t speaking, just staring.Not in a sharp gaze he has always been, no a scrutinizing gaze that could make one confess his crime. But something soft, and warm.A rare sight of Mr Lucas. His aged eyes held an unexplainable emotion as they settled on her face— too long as if searching.Ariel’s heart lurched uncomfortably at his unblinking stare. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers trembling slightly. Her pulse pounded against her ribcage, rapid and erratic, as if her body sensed something her mind couldn’t grasp.A breathy chuckle slipped from Mr. Lucas’s lips. He had noticed her “Oh, child…” he murmured, shaking his head with quiet amusement.
Johny jaws spiked, his fingers twitched beside her. But he reminded composed. He suppressed the urge to intergect, because if he did, then his action will be flagged suspicious. Alexander's gaze sharpened, his attention now fully drawn to Ariel, he had been captivated by her ability to navigate the conversation so far, covering her husband’s foul play with a rather… unique intellect. But would she manage to twist this soul gripping questions in her favor? He leaned back slightly, waiting for her. Ariel quickly set her glass down, her fingers gripping the stem tightly as she tried to compose herself. A faint flush clawed up her neck, though whether from embarrassment or the weight of the question, she wasn’t sure. The room still remained silent. A slow smirk tugged at Alexander’s lips. Samantha’s eyes gleamed with silent amusement, while Aunty Vivian’s lips twitched in satisfaction. Damian, who had been chewing gum the whole time, paused, his face lit up in excitement to the sud
Samantha leaned forward, resting her chin against her knuckles. She had an effortless grace about her—elegant, poised, but dangerously observant.Her painted nails tapped against the table.“Ariel, you said your father is a merchant in this city,” Samantha began, tilting her head slightly. “That’s quite interesting. You must have lived a very comfortable life then, no?”Johny’s grip on her hand tightened. This wasn’t part of the questions they had prepared for. She could feel every pair of eyes on her, waiting for her response. The question was deceptively innocent, but she knew better.Samantha wasn’t asking for simple details. She was probing. Fishing for inconsistencies.“We lived well enough, yes.” She said calmly. Samantha hummed. “Well enough?” she repeated, as if testing the words on her tongue. “That’s rather vague, don’t you think?”Ariel maintained her calm. “We had what we needed, and for that, I was always grateful.”Samantha’s eyes gleamed with something of search with
The name sent a shiver down Ariel’s spine before she could stop it. His stepbrother? She questioned inwardly. She didn’t dare look at him. But she nodded in acknowledgement. She felt his gaze on her, the silent dominance of his presence. Just as she buried whatever emotions stirred in her chest, a soft, amused hum echoed from the other side of the table.“And I suppose that means I’m last,” a woman’s voice chimed in.Ariel turned to the source of the voice. She exuded elegance, but the glint in her gaze was one of amusement rather than warmth.“Samantha Lucas,” Johny said, his tone neutral. “Damian’s elder sister.”Samantha gave a slow, knowing smile. “Welcome to the family, Ariel,” she said, her voice smooth but laced with something Ariel couldn’t quite decipher.Ariel nodded. “Thank you.”Then for a long moment, silent fell in the room, thickened with awkwardness. Mr. Lucas cleared his throat, breaking the moment. “Now that introductions are out of the way, let’s get to the mat
By the left side of Mr Lucas, Alexander Lucas leaned back in his seat, his sharp features unreadable, but his stormy gaze lingered on Ariel for a second longer than necessary. Unlike the rest, his presence carried an edge—one that spoke of silent power rather than spoken authority.The moment their eyes locked, an unsettling feeling crawled up her spine—a feeling she couldn’t explain.Ariel's heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else. Her breath hitched, her fingers trembling slightly as she fought the overwhelming sensation gripping her chest.Why is he here? His he part of the Lucas family? She questioned inwardly. Ariel's lips parted slightly, but no words came out.The weight of countless eyes bore down on her, but she barely registered them. The tension thickened, with unspoken question. Then—"Ariel," Johny’s voice cut through the moment like a blade, shattering whatever trance had momentarily seized her.She blinked, her breath shaky as she moved her gaze a
The ride to the Lucas estate was awkwardly silent, the hum of the car filling the space between them. Ariel kept her gaze fixed outside the tinted window, watching as the towering gates of the mansion loomed closer. Its pristine white walls standing tall against the bright sky, a testament to the power and wealth that came with the name.As the car slowed, uniformed guards stepped forward and scanned the vehicle before granting them entry. The iron gates swung open, and the driveway stretched endlessly, beautify by perfectly trimmed gardens that exuded an air of endless elegance. At the centre of the grand courtyard, was a large fountain flowed with crystal-clear water, its steady rhythm adding a sense of calm to the imposing surroundings.Ariel inhaled deeply. She had seen wealth before, but this… this was a different level. It was a dynasty. A kingdom built on power, battle and legacy.Her gaze shifted to the two lion statues positioned at the entrance, their sculpted forms froze
Ariel sat at the vanity, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her reflection staring back at her seemed composed—her skin looked refreshed, her dark circles had disappeared, and her lips carried a natural pink hue, thanks to Maria’s care.But despite her great appearance, the turmoil inside her remained unshakeable.She picked up a brush, applying soft strokes of makeup to her face. She wasn't a fan of make-up, but she knew where she was going, every little details could count. A saga. That’s what today was. A grand, orchestrated display where she had a role to play. A wife. A perfect and presentable woman beside Johny Lucas.But wasn’t that what she signed up for? Of course it was. Her fingers curled around the compact powder as she stared at herself again. For years, she had been a survivor, adapting and molding herself into whatever was needed to protect her son. And now, this was just another way of surviving—one that came with wealth, and a name she barely felt belonged to