Mandy groaned in agony, her body convulsing as sharp pains wracked through her. Dwight sat beside her hospital bed, his face pale with worry, gripping her hand tightly. He tried to stay strong, but the helplessness clawing at his chest made him feel powerless. Every breath Mandy took seemed to echo the ticking clock of her life, and he feared each breath might be her last. "It's going to be okay, Mandy. I’m right here with you," Dwight whispered, his voice trembling slightly. He wiped the sweat from her forehead, hoping his touch could provide some comfort. "You’re strong, you’ll get through this." Mandy squeezed his hand weakly, her face pale and drenched in sweat. The pain was unbearable, stabbing at her from the inside like a thousand knives. Tears welled up in her eyes, not just from the physical torment, but from the fear that she might lose everything—her life, her baby, her future with Dwight. "It hurts so much, Dwight," Mandy gasped, her voice barely audible. "I don’t w
The sky hung low with gray clouds, casting a somber shadow over the cemetery as mourners dressed in black gathered around the gravesite. A light drizzle had started, as if the heavens themselves were weeping alongside the people. The air was thick with sorrow, and the quiet murmur of grief rippled through the crowd, punctuated by the occasional sob that broke the silence like a crack in a glass. Bella’s casket rested in the center of the open grave, draped in a blanket of white lilies and roses—flowers that spoke of innocence and purity. The atmosphere was heavy with loss, the weight of finality pressing down on everyone present. As the priest led the funeral prayers, the rhythmic sound of his voice contrasted sharply with the raw emotion etched on the faces of those gathered. Family, friends, and well-wishers stood in tight circles, their hands clasped, heads bowed, trying to find solace in the ancient words of prayer. Ramsey Wendel stood at the front, his tall frame shaking with r
"But what, doctor?" Dwight managed to ask although his heart where already drawing a map. “But, Mandy will never be able to become a mother again,” the doctor said sharply, her words cutting through his heart like a cold blade. “The rupture distorted her womb beyond repair.” Dwight felt his breath catch in his throat. His gaze dropped to the floor, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. He had prepared himself for the worst, fearing that Mandy might not survive at all. But hearing this... it wasn’t the news he had hoped for, yet compared to losing her completely, it was still a relief. He exhaled slowly, gathering his thoughts. "How is she, doctor?" Dwight asked, his voice barely steady, his eyes pleading for more than just clinical details. "She’s still unconscious," the doctor replied, her tone matter-of-fact. "But we hope she’ll recover soon." That hope was all Dwight needed for now. He watched as Mandy was wheeled out of the Theater to a new ward, her body frail and motion
"The thing is, we did blood samples, and the child was diagnosed with sickle cell anemia," the doctor said softly, her voice fading away as if she couldn’t bear to repeat it. "What?!" Dwight’s voice broke as tears stung his eyes. His mind raced. This wasn’t what he had expected. After everything they’d been through, how could life throw yet another curveball at them? His heart twisted painfully, and for a brief moment, he felt like he might collapse. "What can we do now, doctor?" he asked, forcing himself to stand tall, to stay strong for Mandy and their daughter. The doctor sighed and shook her head slightly. "There’s nothing we can do for now. All we can do is monitor her as she grows. It’s a tough condition, but with the right care, she can still have a good life." Her words, meant to be comforting, only added weight to the anxiety sitting in Dwight’s chest. The doctor gave him a sympathetic look before turning and walking away, leaving Dwight to process the news on his own
“How much more disgusting can you be, you bastard?!” Dwight yelled, springing towards them as he glared at Ramsey. His fists clenched, body trembling with fury. Ramsey, unfazed, shot Dwight a cold, amused look. “Can you stop barking now? My daughter is trying to sleep,” he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Mandy sat there, frozen, her heart racing as confusion and anger swirled inside her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she fought to hold them back. How did Ramsey know their baby was going to be a girl? How did he know they had named her Bella? And how could a newborn baby recognize her “real father” like that? How would a child even prefer her father's hands to her mothers'? None of this made sense. It felt like some kind of twisted game, a nightmare she had to wake up from. As her mind spun with questions, Ramsey carefully placed the already sleeping Bella back into her cot, giving her a gentle peck on the forehead. The sight of him acting so tenderly made Mandy’s st
Serena leaned forward from the couch, a slow smile creeping across her face. “Gerald is securing a job with Dwight Mendez, which will make our plot much easier.” Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “I just wish you still had Elsa under control, though.” She frowned, casting a disappointed look at Alex Hermidez. Alex shrugged, a sour expression crossing his face. “Oh well! Not my fault. Bitch broke up with me because she thought I was cheating on her with you. She’s too insecure,” he hissed, the bitterness in his voice evident. “The Nortons are all like that! Seems like it runs in the family.” Davis chuckled following his words, the sound infectious as the others joined in the laughter. Serena’s face quickly shifted from amusement to seriousness as she changed the subject. “So, while Alex’s real identity is still hidden, we can do a lot of—” “Cain knows about my identity. My REAL identity,” Alex interrupted, his face darkening. “I don’t know how, but I traced it back to him. So
Dwight took Mandy for a tour around the Mansion, they strolled hand in hand through the backyard, marveling at the beauty surrounding them. The neatly trimmed hedges, sparkling pool, and lush greenery made it clear that this was no ordinary home—it was a palace. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Dwight asked, watching Mandy’s eyes light up as she took in the splendor. Mandy nodded in awe, her fingers brushing against the smooth marble of a fountain as they passed by. “This place is like a dream. I can’t believe we live here now.” Dwight smiled, but then he immediately remembered something. Breaking their amusement, he said, “Oh! Mandy, I don't think I've told you about how the interview with Elsa, went.” She looked up at him, sensing the seriousness in his tone. “No you've not. How did it go?” “Oh well! I sponsored Elsa to the law school of her dreams.” Mandy blinked in surprise, then gave a small nod. “That’s great, Dwight. But honestly, I just wish you wouldn’t waste your kindness on peo
Dwight and Mandy stared at each other, the air thick with the weight of the revelation that had just hit them. The silence between them stretched, heavy with thoughts racing through both of their minds. Finally, Dwight broke it. "But my mum never told me of any older sibling before, and I never saw her pregnant or with a child till she died." Dwight explained."Both of you were babies here, I think twins or something!" Mandy analysed."Alex, my twin? Why would he be called a Cullen if he is my twin? Doesn't make any sense to me." Dwight snapped. Mandy, her mind always sharp and inquisitive, turned back to the photo album. She flipped through the pages again, as if hoping to uncover some hidden clue, something that might make sense of the situation. But there was nothing. Just random pictures of people they didn’t recognize and blank pages that only deepened the mystery. Her eyes scanned the shelves, and something caught her attention—a small, worn-out diary tucked between a stack
The dining room was filled with an unspoken heaviness as Rachel, Elsa, and Uncle Mark gathered for lunch at the Norton's Mansion. Uncle Mark, leaning back thoughtfully, looked at each of his daughters with pride and empathy. Breaking the silence, he gently asked, “What’s the way forward, girls? Where do you see yourselves, now, after everything?” Elsa spoke up first, her tone determined yet reflective. “I’ve always dreamed of becoming a lawyer,” she began. “But I’ve seen what it takes to make a real name as one… the compromises, the shortcuts. I can’t become someone like Stefano McReynolds. Modeling, on the other hand,” she continued, a flicker of newfound confidence brightening her face, “it feels natural. I’ve realized it’s something I’m genuinely good at, and I want to give it everything I’ve got.” Uncle Mark smiled, his eyes warm with approval. “Elsa, whatever path you choose, know I’m standing behind you. Follow your heart, and the rest will fall into place.” Elsa’s cheeks
Dwight was just about to leave Mandy’s rehab ward when he found the doctor waiting at the entrance. He quickly stepped aside to speak with him, concern clouding his face. “Mandy’s recovery is going well, doctor,” he began quietly. “But she’s having episodes of memory loss. She can’t remember certain events… especially losing our child. What do we do now?” The doctor raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “Does she remember having a baby at all?” “Yes,” Dwight admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But she believes the baby is still in the incubator. I… I told her that, hoping it would ease her mind.” The doctor nodded, a plan forming in his mind. “In that case, there might be a way to help her continue healing,” he said carefully. “If she can’t recall losing the baby, then… adopt a newborn. Present it to her as her own child.” Dwight stared at the doctor in shock, the idea hitting him like a wave. “You mean… find a child and pretend it’s hers?” “Yes,” the doc
The atmosphere in the courtroom was thick with tension as Serena stood before the jury, her once-proud demeanor shattered. Today was her hearing, and she faced charges for the murder of little Bella, a robbery, and the ruthless crime she had framed Peter Allison for. Serena shifted uncomfortably, her hands vibrating as the judge prepared to read the verdict. The foreperson of the jury rose, casting a sharp glance in Serena’s direction before delivering the final judgment. “The jury has found you guilty of first degree murder. I hereby sentence you to twenty five hundred consecutive life sentences plus a thousand years.”She turned to face Serena, her face beet red with contempt like there was more of a personal grudge between them than a federal case. "Once you pass away, you will receive an attempted escape charge with an additional two hundred years added to your sentence which you will begin serving in the afterlife once you get hell." Her eyes were fierce and full of resentment
Dwight picked a lighter from the kitchen and headed back to the living room.The flames from the lighter flickered in the dimly lit room as he approached Ramsey, who lay slumped and bound in the chair. Without a hint of hesitation, Dwight flicked the lighter, setting Ramsey’s hair alight in an instant. The fire crackled to life, devouring the strands and singeing his scalp, sending smoke spiraling into the air. Ramsey screamed, his voice hoarse, begging, pleading for Dwight to end it all. As the fire died, leaving Ramsey’s head charred and his spirit all but shattered, he let out a ragged sob. His skin, bruised and torn, showed a ghostly paleness beneath the streaks of blood. He could feel his strength slipping away, the life draining from him with each passing second. Desperate, he attempted to bite his tongue in a last effort to escape the torment, but his body betrayed him; his jaw trembled, teeth chattering too weakly to do any real harm. For a long moment, Dwight just stood th
Ramsey’s body shook, his tone barely concealing the fear behind his words as he looked up at Dwight, shackled and bound. He swallowed hard, watching Dwight rummage through the backpack filled with a disturbing array of tools, each promising a unique kind of agony. “What do you want?” Ramsey asked, forcing a calmness into his tone that belied the terror swirling inside him. Dwight chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “What do I want? really? Ramsey, you seem to have cheated the face death so often that you now think you're unkillable. Am I right?” He tilted his head, a sinister glint in his eyes. Ramsey attempted to use psychology to save himself. “I know you, Dwight Mendez,” he said, his voice feigning familiarity. “You’re not like me. You’re a good man, a better man. You’re not capable of killing anyone.” Dwight laughed, but it wasn’t the laugh of a man who found amusement. It was cold, devoid of warmth, and filled with pain. His gaze flickered to Hannah’s lifeless body sprawle
Dwight pulled into the driveway of his mansion, his mind set, heart hardened. This night, there was only one objective: justice for Mandy, for Bella, for everything Serena, Hannah, and Ramsey had taken from him. He strode inside, up the grand staircase, and into his private study. With quick precision, he unlocked his safe, pulling out a small, polished handgun. As he tucked it into his coat, his thoughts were interrupted by a quiet voice. “Sir,” one of the maids approached, her face filled with worry. “We’ve been searching for Clara for days. She’s disappeared without a word. We think…we think maybe she ran away with Hannah.” Dwight’s expression didn’t change; he simply gave a curt nod. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll find her.” The maid looked on, unsure, but Dwight had already turned, a cold resolve in his eyes. Tonight, he would tie up all loose ends. As he drove, Dwight made a stop at a small, dimly lit store, where he gathered an arsenal of tools designed to inflict slow, prec
The hospital room was dimly lit, quiet except for the steady hum of machines. Bella had been taken to the morgue, her tiny body lying cold and alone, while Mandy lay unconscious, her face pale and sunken, a single bandage wrapped around her head where doctors had inserted the tubes needed for her life-saving surgery. Dwight paced the hallway outside, his hands clenched, jaw tight. The doctor’s words echoed in his mind, each one like a hammer blow. Traumatic brain swelling. Ventriculostomy. Critical condition. He’d paid for the surgery without hesitation, willing to give anything, everything he had, to keep Mandy alive. But his heart ached with the weight of sorrow, an emptiness that seemed to stretch into every corner of his being. Finally, after endless hours, a nurse stepped out, her eyes soft with sympathy. “Mr. Mendez, Mandy’s surgery went well. She’s resting, but…” She paused, hesitant, before continuing gently, “Her condition is very fragile. You need to be prepared for when
With all the strength left in her bones, Mandy shouted “Bellaaaaaaaaaaaa!” She got up, trying to reach out to carry her baby, but the scene was too gory, the image of her scrambled daughter on the floor was too horrific. She fell backward, her body slumping to the ground before Dwight could reach her. Her head struck the pavement with a sickening thud, and she lay motionless, her face pale, eyes closed, as if the life had drained out of her in that single, heart-wrenching moment. “Mandy! No, please, Mandy…” Dwight’s voice was choked, his hands trembling as he knelt beside her, gently shaking her shoulders, begging her to open her eyes. His vision blurred with tears as he pleaded. But she didn’t respond, her stillness heavy with finality. Nearby, Ramsey was frozen, his eyes locked on the lifeless form of his daughter. It was as if his mind couldn’t process the horror before him, his body rooted in shock, consciousness slipping. His face was empty, expression hollow, every inch of h
After studying their faces, Serena let out a cold blooded laughter that showed mockery. Mandy, Dwight, Ramsey, Hannah—all stood frozen, watching her every move. Davis, desperate to put an end to this, bolted down the stairs from his balcony, reaching out to grab her. But before he could touch her, Serena twisted away, her scream cutting through the tense air. “Back off, Davis!” she snarled, brandishing the knife to Bella’s tiny neck. The crowd held their breath, their horror clear as Serena’s grip tightened on the little girl. “Davis, Let her do what she wants,” Ramsey urged, his voice shaking, "Please don’t make her angry, my Bella...” Serena’s lips curled into a satisfied sneer, feeling the control she held over them. Without loosening her hold on Bella, she began to back up the stairs, her eyes locked on everyone below. “I’m going back to Davis’s place,” she declared, her voice sharp with threat. “I'm going to pick up the Mendez company papers . I’ll take them with me—or th