"What are you talking about, Damian?" Ivy stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and denial. She desperately tried to hide her shaking hands, knowing that Damian had caught on to her vulnerability.
A smile played on Damian's lips as he observed Ivy's visible unease. "You're shaking, Ivy," he pointed out, relishing in the power he now held over her. He couldn't help but notice the tear in his bleeding lips widening, a painful reminder of the ordeal he had endured. "Look at all this," he continued, gesturing to his battered appearance, from his bleeding lip to his bruised ankles. "I know you had something to do with it. Your girl gave you away, what's her name again... Gwen."
The weight of Damian's accusation crashed down on Ivy like a ton of bricks. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she realized that her involvement had been exposed. The name Gwen hung in the air, a te
As Rose stepped out of the company, she felt a mix of relief and apprehension. The absence of Sebastian's presence in the office that morning had left her with an unsettling feeling. Despite everything she had discovered about him, the magnetic pull he had on her was undeniable. She couldn't help but feel a strange attraction towards him, a sensation that both intrigued and frightened her.As she walked through the bustling streets, her thoughts swirled like a tempest inside her mind. She couldn't fathom how she could still be drawn to someone she knew was capable of such darkness. The very thought of it sent shivers down her spine, yet it was as if a part of her yearned to understand him, to decipher the enigma that he presented.Her heart felt like a battleground, torn between reason and emotion. The rational side of her knew that she should distance herself from Sebasti
Max gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove towards the police station. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Rose, her tear-stained face lingering in his memory. He couldn't shake the image of her vulnerability, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for her well-being.Turning down the music in his car, Mark tried to focus on the road ahead. He knew he had to be careful not to appear intrusive or overbearing. He cared deeply for Rose, and the temptation to follow her every move was strong, but he also understood the importance of giving her space and respecting her boundaries.As he continued to drive, his thoughts drifted back to their last encounter. He had seen her at Emily's place, and it seemed like she was going through a difficult time. He wondered if there was something he could do to help, but he knew he had to tread carefully. Their history
Ivy sat silently as Sebastian drove the car, his sleeve was folded up to his elbow and his muscular arms could be seen as he held the steering wheel tightly, there was no smile on his face as he drove, his gaze was fixed on the road.They made a few stops as they met officers by the way who asked Sebastian questions. They didn't stay too long as Sebastian was well known he had told them that he was alone, his tinted windows were rolled up and there was no way to see that there was someone else inside the car with him. "Take care Mr Wayne". One of the officers said enthusiastically, proud to have spoken with the legendary CEO of the Wayne group, sheba's only nodded, maintaining a straight face which was nevertheless attractive.He had forced Ivy into his car at the garageSebastian's heart raced with a mix of fury and con
" One thing we know for sure is that this was murder, and we know that it's bad… really bad". Chief Raphael said. " More like the killer wanted us to know that she was killed".Max and Lark both stared at themselves."Who is the victim sir?". Max asked. The chief was silent for a while, he looked nervous, his protruding stomach behind his desk was still visible, he brought out his handkerchief and wiped his face. "The victim is Ivy''. Chief Raphael said. "Ivy Rain, the daughter of the CEO of the Rain group". Both Max and Lark stared at each other the second time, none of them knew the victim, but Max couldn't shake the feeling that something was definitely not right with this one.The weight of Chief Raphael's words hung heavily in the air, a somber silence enveloping the room. Max and Lark exchanged a knowing glance, their minds racing wi
Rose's heart raced as she stepped into Sebastian's room, uncertain of what she might discover. Her mind was filled with a mix of emotions—curiosity, fear, and a lingering sadness that she couldn't shake off. She knew that going through his personal space might feel invasive, but she couldn't resist the urge to understand the man she once felt she knew so well.As she searched the room, gently opening drawers and looking through shelves, she tried to keep her emotions in check. Memories of happier times flooded her mind, reminding her of the closeness they once shared. But those memories were now clouded by the events that had led to their estrangement.Feeling a mix of fear and determination, Rose moved closer to the bed, where she noticed a button slightly hidden beneath the edge of the mattress. Instinctively, she pressed it, not knowing what to expec
As the day drew to a close at the police station, Max couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his gut. The connection between Mr. Wayne, Ivy, and Rose played on his mind like a haunting melody. He knew that something wasn't right, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.Chief Raphael had asked them to continue the investigation the next day, and Max was grateful for the chance to delve deeper into the case. He couldn't rest until he had uncovered the truth behind Ivy's murder and the secrets that seemed to tie her, Rose, and Mr. Wayne together.As the other officers went their separate ways, Max noticed that Lark left before him, seemingly deep in thought. He wondered if Lark was also wrestling with the complexities of the case.Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Max walked towards his car. He opened the do
What are you looking for?" Sebastian asked again, his voice cool and distant, as if he hadn't heard a word of Rose's explanation.Rose felt a pang of frustration but kept her composure. "I thought I might have dropped a piece of jewelry the last time I was in your room," she replied, trying to sound casual. "And when I saw that the door was open, I decided to check if it was still there."Sebastian's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't respond. Rose couldn't help but notice that his hand was still bandaged, but the hem of his white sleeve was stained with blood. It was a perplexing sight, and she wondered why there was blood on his sleeve if his hand was clean.Ignoring her observation, Sebastian turned away and entered the room, shutting the door behind him. Rose stood outside, her mind racing with questions and suspicion. She couldn't
As Damian was discharged from the hospital, he felt a mix of relief and anxiety. The pain in his hand was now manageable with the bandaged wound, but his mind was preoccupied with the news he had just heard on the radio.He got into his car and turned on the radio, intending to distract himself with some music, but his thoughts were suddenly jolted by the news reporter's announcement."We have breaking news. The body of Ivy Rain, daughter of the renowned CEO of the Rain Group, has been found dead. Authorities are investigating this as a murder case. The circumstances surrounding her death are still unclear."Shock and surprise washed over Damian as he heard the name Ivy Rain. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He remembered her face, a privileged and familiar aura he had noticed at the hospital. Dread gnawed at him, and he couldn't shake off the feeling t
Four months later.The car moved steadily along the road, the gentle hum of the engine creating a comforting backdrop to the silence that enveloped the interior. Rose's hand rested on her slightly protruding belly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing invisible patterns on the fabric of her dress. Michael, who sat in the back seat, was gazing out of the window, lost in his own thoughts.Max's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, his gaze alternating between the road ahead and Rose's profile. He could sense the mixture of emotions in the air—grief for Rose's mother, the weight of their recent experiences, and the glimmer of hope for the future.As they approached the cemetery, Rose's grip on her belly tightened slightly. She took a deep breath and turned to Max, her voice soft but determined. "Thank you for being here with me, Max. I know it's not easy."Max offered her a reassuring smile
The tension in the warehouse reached its breaking point, Sebastian moved with deliberate slowness towards the elevated platform where Michael was tied. His demeanor remained cold and calculating, a dangerous calm emanating from him. He retrieved a gun from his pocket, the metallic click as he removed the safety echoing in the hushed air."Rose, drop the gun," Sebastian's voice was ice-cold, the threat underlying every word.Rose's hand trembled as she clung to the gun, her wide eyes locked onto Sebastian's every movement. The gun was her last desperate card, her only means to keep Michael safe, and she clung to it with a fervent desperation.Max, his eyes flickering between Rose and Sebastian, sensed the imminent danger. He moved swiftly, lunging towards Rose in a desperate attempt to disarm her. His hands closed around the gun, and in the struggle, a gunshot rang out, the deafening sound ricocheting through the warehouse.
Max's suggestion was a slim hope, an attempt to gather any useful information from Sebastian, but as Rose dialed the number again and waited for him to answer, there was a sinking feeling that he was always a step ahead."Sebastian," Rose's voice held a hint of desperation, "tell me where my brother is. I need to know he's safe."Sebastian's chuckle on the other end was infuriating. "Oh, Rose, always trying to assert control. How quaint.""Just tell me!" Rose's voice trembled with a mix of anger and anxiety.Sebastian's tone shifted, his voice dropping to a chilling calm. "I know you're with the cop, Rose. And I'm well aware of the audacious plan you're concocting. But remember this, you have limited time."Rose's grip on the phone tightened as she exchanged a tense glance with Max. "Where is my brother?"Sebastian's voice was like ice. "Meet me at the old warehouse by the docks. You remember it, don
They finally arrived at the boarding school, Rose's heart raced as they rushed into the reception area. She could feel the weight of every decision she had made up until this point pressing down on her. The thought of not being there for Michael when he needed her was like a heavy anchor dragging her down.As they reached the reception desk, a middle-aged woman looked up at them with a smile. "Hello, how can I help you?"Max spoke quickly, his voice firm yet respectful. "We're here to see Michael lugard, Is he currently at the school?"The receptionist checked her computer. "Yes, Michael lugardis a student here. However, visiting hours are usually—"Rose's voice trembled as she interrupted. "Please, it's really important. Can we see him? It's urgent."The receptionist's gaze softened as she recognized the urgency in Rose's voice. "Alright, let me make a quick call to the dormitory to see if he's avail
Rose's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove through the dimly lit streets, her mind racing and her heart pounding. Bloodstained and shaken, she knew she had to find a safe place to gather her thoughts and figure out her next move. Just as panic threatened to engulf her, her phone rang, the sound cutting through the tense silence of the car.Rose sped through the streets, her hands trembling on the steering wheel, her mind was a whirlwind of fear and desperation. The events of the past hours had pushed her to the edge, and the knowledge that she was holding a shard of glass that had wounded another human being weighed heavily on her.Just as panic threatened to overwhelm her, her phone rang, the sudden sound causing her to startle. She glanced at the caller ID and saw Max's name flashing on the screen. With a shaky hand, she answered the call."Rose, where are you?" Max's voice, steady and concerned, echo
As Rose watched from her hiding spot, her heart raced as Samuel's footsteps echoed through the mansion. She crouched behind a corner, her breath held, as he slowly made his way into the living room. She could see that he was dressed differently, not in his usual attire. Her mind raced to connect the dots, and then the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning – he wasn't here as a servant."Mrs. Wayne? Are you here?" Samuel's voice echoed through the grand room, his tone tinged with a mix of urgency and concern. He seemed to be searching for someone, and Rose's heart pounded in her chest.The sight of him moving slowly and scanning the room sent shivers down Rose's spine. He was different, something had changed about him. He was no longer the calm and collected Samuel she was used to. His demeanor was tense, almost anxious.As Samuel called out for her, Rose felt a surge of fear. She bit her lip to stifle any so
The two women were locked in a physical battle, their faces inches apart, eyes locked in a fierce contest of wills. Rose could see the fear and desperation in Prisca's eyes, the conflicting emotions that seemed to war within her. It was clear that Prisca was deeply entangled in Sebastian's world, but at the same time, there was something else – a flicker of humanity, a trace of regret."Let go, Rose! You don't know what you're getting into!" Prisca's voice cracked with a mix of emotions, and her grip on the journal tightened, her knuckles turning white. Rose's heart wavered for a moment, torn between her determination to uncover the truth and the urgency in Prisca's pleas.But the weight of everything she had learned, the memory of all the lives that had been shattered, fueled her resolve. With a sudden surge of strength, Rose twisted away from Prisca's grasp, breaking their physical contact. The journal rem
Rose stood up from the bathroom, her face still stained with tears, and took a deep breath to steady herself. She whispered to herself, "Stop crying, Rose," as if trying to muster some strength to face what lay ahead. With determination in her eyes, she left her room and quietly made her way to Sebastian's room, her heart pounding in her chest.As she stood in front of the door to his room, her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the doorknob. She took another deep breath, as if preparing herself for whatever she might find inside. With a hesitant push, the door creaked open, and she slipped inside, her senses immediately enveloped by the familiar scent of Sebastian's space.The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a lamp casting shadows along the walls. Rose's gaze scanned the room, her eyes falling upon Sebastian's large wardrobe. A flicker of determination crossed her features as she walked over to it. She fumbled with the handles of th
Rose stepped into the mansion, her heart still racing from the recent phone call with Sebastian. The weight of the situation was almost suffocating, and all she wanted was a moment to gather her thoughts. She entered her room, her steps silent on the plush carpet. As she closed the door behind her, a sense of isolation settled in.The room felt both familiar and foreign at the same time. It was a place where she should have found comfort, but now it seemed tainted by the secrets that had been unveiled. She looked around, her eyes taking in the elegant furniture, the soft lighting, and the delicate decorations that once held some pleasant memories. Now, everything seemed different.With a deep breath, Rose pulled out her phone and dialed Emily's number. The call rang for a few moments before Emily's voice greeted her on the other end."Hey, Rose! What's up?" Emily's cheerful tone was a stark contrast to the turmoil that R