By late afternoon, Caroline began preparing for the evening. She stood in front of her wardrobe, pulling out dress after dress, trying to find the perfect one. She finally settled on a knee-length navy blue dress that hugged her figure without being too flashy. It was simple yet elegant, just what she wanted. After doing her hair and makeup, she stood in front of the mirror, giving herself a final once-over. She barely recognized the woman staring back at her. It had been so long since she’d made an effort like this, and it felt good—like she was reclaiming a piece of herself. As the clock ticked closer to her date, Caroline grabbed a small clutch and slipped on her heels. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. ---Meanwhile, back at Jane’s house, Granny had started to notice Caroline’s absence. "Where’s that girl?" Granny asked, looking around the living room. "She’s usually back by now." "She said she went to her house," Jane replied, flipping through her book.
As she drove back to her Grandma's house, her mind was racing. The evening had been more than she’d hoped for, and for the first time in a long while, she felt like she was moving toward something good. But as she parked her car and walked toward the house, she noticed the curtains twitching. Jane and Granny had been waiting. Granny was sitting in her favorite armchair when Caroline tiptoed into the house, hoping to slip past unnoticed. But Granny’s sharp eyes caught her instantly. “Caroline,” Granny said firmly, her voice carrying the weight of authority. “Where are you coming from?” Caroline froze, gripping the strap of her purse tightly. “Uh… I was just… um…” Granny raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently. Jane, sitting on the couch with a smirk, chimed in, “She’s coming from a date with Ancelotti.” Granny’s expression shifted from suspicion to curiosity. “Ohhh, so I was right. And here I thought you were lying about going to your house.” Caroline’s face turned bright r
When Maralyn stormed into her house, the door slammed so hard it rattled the frame. Her heels clicked loudly against the floor as she stomped into the living room, muttering angrily to herself. "Unbelievable! Who does she think she is?!" she yelled, throwing her purse onto the couch. It missed and hit the floor with a loud thud, but she didn’t care. She marched over to the coffee table and swept everything off it with one furious motion—magazines, an old mug, and a small vase all crashed to the floor. Pieces scattered everywhere, but Maralyn didn’t stop. She grabbed a pillow from the couch and flung it across the room, hitting the wall with a dull thump. “Stupid, stupid Caroline!” she shouted, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Her hands flew to her hair, tugging at it in frustration. At one point, she yanked a picture frame off the wall. It was an old photo of her and Caroline, back when they used to be friends. She glared at it for a moment before hurling it to the
Caroline sat in the living room, absentmindedly flipping through a stack of papers she had brought from the office. Jane was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone, occasionally throwing teasing glances at Caroline. “I think I’ll step out in a bit,” Caroline said, breaking the silence. “Maybe head back to the office and check a few things. If I run into Jeffrey, I’ll deal with him.” Jane raised an eyebrow. “You’re really going to face Jeffrey today? You’ve been avoiding him like the plague.” Caroline sighed. “I can’t keep avoiding him, Jane. It’s time I set things straight. He has to understand that I’ve moved on, and there’s nothing left between us.” Jane smirked. “Moved on? Sounds like Ancelotti is doing a great job.” Caroline rolled her eyes. “Please, don’t start. I’m just trying to focus on my life and my kids. Speaking of which, I need to stop by the school and check on the triplets later this week.” As she spoke, her phone vibrated on the coffee table. S
Jeffrey was practically vibrating with anticipation. His phone had buzzed with a message from the bank, saying Caroline Sterling had been asking about her grandfather's accounts, and that she was demanding answers. Jeffrey had almost choked on his coffee when he read it. After all these weeks, Caroline was finally reaching out again.Or so he thought.A wide grin stretched across his face. He'd always known she would come crawling back. Six years ago, he was the one who had ended things. She was nothing, just a nobody who he had gotten tired of. He had thought she would be nothing without him, he thought that he’s a big fish in this little pond that was her life. He had made her feel inferior. He was a fool. Now, the tables were about to turn. Or so he thought. He had always desired her. He was just too arrogant to admit it back then. He thought that she didn't deserve him, that she was too naive and too pure for his liking.He wanted to be with someone who was like him, someone t
“Maybe,” he thought, a touch of uncertainty creeping into his mind, “Maybe she won’t come back to me right away. Maybe she’s still too hurt, too angry.” He sighed inwardly, he shouldn’t have been such an arrogant jerk back then. But he was young, he was dumb. He was hoping that Caroline would find it in her heart to forgive him. He needed her.He told himself that he had changed. He was ready to be better, he was ready to be the man that she deserved, if only she would give him a chance. He was willing to wait, to prove himself to her. It didn't matter if she didn’t want to be his wife anymore, but maybe, just maybe, they could be close friends. He could be her confidant, her shoulder to cry on, the person she could trust with anything. He would do anything to have her close to him again. Even just as a friend.He imagined long conversations, laughter, and shared secrets. He pictured them going on adventures together, exploring new places, creating new memories. He wanted to have
Ancelotti sat alone in his dark, cluttered office, the faint glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey, and his glass, half-full, sat on the table in front of him. He leaned back in his leather chair, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he murmured to himself. "Jeffrey," he said, his voice low and amused, "busy waiting for Caroline, thinking he has it all under control." He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slowly. "Meanwhile, the unexpected will be expected. Poor fool doesn’t even know what’s coming." Ancelotti reached for his glass, taking a slow sip of whiskey. The liquid burned as it slid down his throat, but he savored it. Every detail of his plan was falling into place, and he relished the thought of how it would all unfold. "Ric," he muttered, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "He’s sharper than I thought. Got Caroline all riled up, didn’t he? Triggered her emotions just enough to set up that sharp
Caroline ran into the restaurant, panting. She was late. "I'm so sorry!" she said, her voice breathless as she glanced around. Jeffrey was already sitting at their table, smiling at her. "It's okay," Jeffrey said with a small chuckle. "I was just about to order." Caroline smiled back, feeling relieved. She reached for a chair to sit down, but before she could pull it out, a loud sound rang through the air. Bang!For a moment, everything froze. Caroline's heart stopped, and she turned to see Jeffrey falling to the floor. Blood began to spread across his shirt, right over his chest. "Jeffrey!" she screamed, her voice shaking with fear. "Oh my God!" The entire restaurant fell silent. Then chaos erupted. "Somebody help!" Caroline shouted, kneeling beside Jeffrey. Tears streamed down her face as she pressed her hands against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. The waitresses and other customers rushed over. One of the waitresses quickly pulled out her phone and called for
Ancelotti stood rigid, the phone clutched in his hand like a lifeline that had just been severed. The hospital administrator's words echoed in his ears, each syllable a hammer blow to his carefully laid plans.“Jeffrey checked out this morning, sir. Against medical advice. He simply… left.”Ancelotti stared blankly at the expensive cityscape framed by his office window, his mind struggling to process the information. Jeffrey… gone? Vanished? It was impossible! He was supposed to be incapacitated, vulnerable, a pawn in Ancelotti's grand scheme.A surge of fury ripped through him. He slammed his fist against the polished surface of his mahogany desk, the sound reverberating through the room. "Damn it!" he roared, the sound echoing off the walls.He sank into his leather chair, his head in his hands. Years of meticulous planning, countless hours of careful maneuvering… all potentially for nothing. Jeffrey was the key, the linchpin that held everything together. Without him, Ancelotti's d
Maria’s breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t Caroline. It was worse. Much, much worse. It was Maralyn, the woman she’d hired to... well, to handle a delicate situation. The situation involving Caroline’s triplets.“Maralyn?” Maria managed, her voice trembling despite her best efforts. “What… what is it?”Maralyn’s voice was ice, each word carefully chosen, each syllable dripping with a veiled threat. “It’s about the payment, darling. The… remaining balance.”Maria’s mind raced. The kidnapping. The ransom. The chaos that had ensued when… when things went sideways. The triplets had been rescued, thank God, but the whole operation had been a disaster. A colossal failure.“Maralyn, we agreed,” Maria said, trying to regain control of the conversation. “The full payment was contingent on… certain outcomes. Outcomes that did not, shall we say, come to fruition.”Maralyn chuckled, a chilling sound that made the hairs on Maria’s neck stand on end. “Oh, I’m well aware of the… hiccups, darling
Caroline pressed her back against the cold, damp brick of the building, drawing in another shaky breath. Inhale… exhale. Inhale… exhale. The rhythmic sound filled the small space between her and the wall, a counterpoint to the frantic hammering of her heart.Where was Jeffrey? That question echoed in her mind, a relentless drumbeat of worry and confusion. Had he just vanished? Or was something far more sinister at play?She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to conjure a picture of him in her mind. His kind eyes, his easy smile, the way he always seemed to know how to make her laugh. The man she knew couldn’t possibly be involved in something like this.But the nagging doubt wouldn't disappear. Could he be working with Maria? Could he have orchestrated this whole thing, the disappearance, the confusion, the fear? The thought felt like a physical blow, stealing the air from her lungs."No," she whispered, shaking her head. "He wouldn't. He couldn't."But then the images flashed back: the h
CarolineThe back roads were super bumpy, and the car kept bouncing around. It felt like we were driving through some kind of jungle, even though it was just a bunch of overgrown fields and trees.Jake kept looking out the window, like he expected a car with tinted windows to jump out and block our path. He was definitely more nervous than usual, and I couldn't blame him. I was nervous too, but I was also really angry, and the anger was making me want to go faster.Jane was unusually quiet, too, just staring out the window, chewing on a gummy bear. I could tell she was thinking about what I had said, about everything being a set-up.I didn't want her to be scared, but I also needed her to understand that we had to be extra careful. This wasn't a game anymore. It felt like we were in a real-life spy movie, and the stakes were really high.Finally, we reached the road near the warehouse. It was even creepier than in the photos. The buildings were all old and rusty, with broken windows a
We packed up everything – the USB drive, the metal box, the photos, and the weird envelope with the symbol.It was like we were getting ready for some kind of covert operation. I even found an old backpack of my brother's that was totally black and looked like something a spy would use.I grabbed my flashlight again, and Jane insisted on bringing a bag of gummy bears, "for emergency energy," she said. I secretly thought she just really liked gummy bears.We met Jake at the park, near the old gazebo. He looked super freaked out, like he hadn't slept all night. His hair was all messy, and he kept looking around, like he expected Dr. Albright to pop out from behind a tree.He was a good friend of Jeffrey’s, he kept telling us he knew they had to do something, and that he wished he had noticed that something was going on. I could see that he was upset."Okay, show me everything," he said, his voice all shaky. I handed him the USB drive and the photos, and he started looking through them,
The files on the USB drive were a mess. Like, seriously disorganized. There were Word documents with weird titles like "Project Nightingale" and "Operation Sunset," a bunch of photos of random places I didn’t recognize, and a couple of video files with names like "Meeting 1" and "Meeting 2." It was like Jeffrey was trying to make his own spy movie.“Okay, let’s start with the documents,” I said, clicking on "Project Nightingale." A Word file opened up, filled with super technical stuff about some kind of… well, I wasn’t totally sure what it was, but it involved weird chemical formulas and codes. It looked like something out of a science fiction movie.“Ugh, this is boring,” Jane groaned, tapping her pen on her notebook. “Is this all about science? Where’s the action?”I scrolled through it quickly. It mentioned something about "a new compound," "enhanced performance," and "high-risk investment." That’s when I saw a name, hidden in a paragraph: "Dr. Albright." The name sounded vaguely
My heart practically jumped out of my chest and started tap-dancing. Someone was definitely outside the door, and it was not Jeffrey. We had to think fast. Jane dove behind the overflowing laundry hamper, almost knocking over a stack of dirty socks.I quickly shoved the metal box under the bed, hoping no one would look there. I grabbed the USB drive and shoved it into my back pocket, making sure it wouldn’t fall out if I moved around.The keys jingled again, and this time, the door started to open. I scrambled behind the bookcase, trying to make myself as small as possible. I could see the front of the door from the small gap behind the books. It creaked open slowly, and a man walked in. But it wasn't just any man. It was Detective Rourke!My stomach did a triple flip. What was he doing here? Had he followed us? Did he know we broke in? I held my breath, trying not to make a sound. He stepped inside, his face all serious and… I don’t know, kind of tired looking. He didn’t seem to noti
The police dudes were gone, finally! But the noise outside was even worse now. Those reporters were like a pack of wild dogs, barking questions about me. "Is Miss Caroline a suspect?" they yelled. "Did she hire a hitman?" Ugh, it was like a really bad soap opera. I pressed my head against the door, trying to block out the sound of them saying my name with that nasty, suspicious tone."I didn't do this," I whispered, tears dripping onto the wood. I felt like I was starring in some horrible crime movie, and everyone thought I was the bad guy! Even those detectives, Rourke and Lane, looked at me like they didn't believe a word I said. Like, hello, I used to babysit kids, not plan murders!I needed to prove I was innocent, pronto. I couldn't just sit here and wait for everyone to decide I was a criminal. I had to find the real shooter. Like in a Nancy Drew book, but way scarier.Then, my phone buzzed. It was Jake, Jeffrey’s friend. He picked up right away. "Any news?" he said, his voice a
Caroline tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her heart hammering against her ribs. The city lights flickered past, blurring as she sped through the near-empty streets. Jane sat beside her, arms folded, her face set in a skeptical frown."Jane, this isn’t normal," Caroline said, her voice quieter now. "Detective Rourke wouldn’t be here unless something was seriously wrong."Jane shifted in her seat, sighing. "Okay, but what does that mean? That Jeffrey just… vanished? That someone took him?"Caroline swallowed hard. "I don’t know. But I do know that if the police are looking at me, I need to figure out what really happened—before they decide I did something I didn’t."Jane exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. "This whole thing is insane. First, Rourke ambushes you at your own house, now Jeffrey’s missing? And let’s not even talk about Maria stirring up trouble. You know she’s behind all this, right?"Caroline clenched her jaw. "I wouldn’t be surprised."Maria had been a thorn in