Ramsey still frozen, fixed his gaze at the blank check Davis had slid across the table. The offer was tempting, the promise of everything he had lost within reach. But in his heart, he knew there was no price worth betraying Bella. He raised his eyes to meet Davis's. "I repeat," Ramsey said coldly, his voice steady, "I'll never cheat on Bella. Never." Davis’s expression hardened. Fury flashed across his face as he grabbed his gun, pointing it directly at Ramsey’s head. "You don’t deserve my sympathy, coward!" he shouted, his voice shaking with rage. "You never did. You’re just a coward!" Ramsey remained still, his gaze unwavering. He wasn’t afraid. He had made his choice. Without warning, Davis pulled the trigger. **** Meanwhile, at Mandy's hotel across town, Bella sat sobbing on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face. Her hands trembled as she clutched her phone, staring at the messages Ramsey had sent her, each one filled with excuses, broken promises, and more lie
Bella and Mandy sat at the breakfast table, plates of untouched food in front of them. Both sisters were deep in thought, their minds running with ideas of how to take down Ramsey and Davis. The tension between them was palpable, their silence speaking volumes. Suddenly, Bella’s phone rang, jolting them from their thoughts. She glanced at the screen and froze. It was Davis. Mandy leaned in. “Put it on speaker,” she whispered. Bella hesitated for a moment before pressing the button. “Hello?” she answered cautiously. Davis’s voice came through, calm yet commanding. “Bella, I want you to meet Mandy and come to my apartment immediately. Both of you. I have something very important to show you.” Bella’s eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding in her small chest. Mandy’s face mirrored her surprise. They exchanged a look, knowing they couldn’t miss whatever this was. “We’ll be there,” Bella replied, trying to keep her voice steady, before ending the call. The room fell into silen
Rachel stood frozen for a moment, trying to process Gerald's accusations. Her face flushed with anger as she finally found her voice. "That’s not true!" she barked at Gerald, her eyes blazing. "How dare you say something like that? I’m not having an affair with Dwight!" Uncle Mark squatted down, burying his face in his hands, groaning with frustration. “What kind of children are these?” he muttered. “If only Kamala were here to see this mess. What a disaster. So disgusting.” Gerald, never one to back down, boldly cut in. “Disgusting? We learned it from you, father. If mom were still around, none of this would be happening. But you divorced her for your silly ass Tokyo girlfriend.” Uncle Mark’s face turned bright red, his anger flaring. Without thinking, he raised his hand, ready to slap Gerald. But just before he could strike, Grandpa Benson stepped forward and grabbed his wrist. “Enough!” Grandpa Benson’s voice boomed through the room, his eyes narrowing at the two men. “Wh
The tension in the room was suffocating. Davis stood with a dark smirk, watching the two sisters and Ramsey, like a puppeteer enjoying the show. The silence stretched long, but it was Ramsey who finally broke it. He sneered, his eyes locking onto Mandy with a cold, bitter look. “You really thought you could kill me, Mandy?” he spat, his voice dripping with mockery. “What, you actually believed you had the brains or the guts to pull it off? Please. You’re nothing but a spoiled little girl playing games that are way out of your league.” Mandy’s eyes flashed with anger, but Ramsey wasn’t done. He took a step closer, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “Look at you. Pathetic. You couldn’t even handle your marriage, let alone try to take me down. You were always just a pawn, Mandy. Always too weak to see it.” His words hit like a punch to the gut. Mandy, who had always held herself together with an iron will, felt her confidence shatter. The steady composure she wore like armor began
Bella’s face twisted in anger as she stepped away from Ramsey, her gaze locked onto Mandy. “Mandy! I can’t believe all this time, you’ve been lying to me, feeding me lies just to make me stop loving Ramsey. How low can you go?” Mandy opened her mouth to respond, but Bella didn’t let her. “You’re a disgrace. You’ve always been jealous, haven’t you? You couldn’t stand the fact that I had something real, something good with Ramsey, so you did everything you could to ruin it!” Mandy’s eyes widened, shocked by the venom in Bella’s voice. “Bella, that’s not—” “Save it!” Bella snapped. “I trusted you, Mandy. You’re my sister! But all this time, you were just trying to destroy my life. What kind of person does that?” The room suddenly felt smaller, the walls closing in on Mandy as the accusations started piling up. Davis, joined in with a mocking chuckle. “Bella’s right, Mandy. You’re ruthless. Always scheming, always trying to manipulate everyone around you. It’s pathetic.” Mandy l
All eyes turned toward the figure that had stepped in, and shock spread across the faces of Ramsey, Bella, and Davis. It was Dwight Mendez. Mandy stood frightened, her eyes wide with disbelief. Dwight’s sudden appearance was the last thing she expected. Her body was trembling from the emotional battering she’d just endured, the neckline of her blouse soaked with tears. “What the hell are you doing here, Dwight?” she shouted, her voice cracking with raw emotion. “Are you here to insult me too? I hate you! I hate all of you!” Mandy’s voice echoed through the room as she made a move to storm out, but before she could take another step, Dwight grabbed her hand. She tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. Then, to her surprise, Dwight pulled her into a tight embrace. Mandy stood there, stunned, as he wrapped his arms around her. The warmth of his hug, the unexpected tenderness, left her momentarily speechless. The embrace lasted for several seconds, long enough for Mandy to begi
Dwight held Mandy’s trembling hand as they sat in the car, her tears barely dried from the trauma she's just been through. The tension between them was thick, but Dwight’s calm voice was trying its best to soothe her frayed nerves. “Mandy, everything’s going to be okay. We’re going to get through this,” he said softly. Just as Mandy was about to respond, Dwight’s phone buzzed. The screen lit up with a call from Davis. With a heavy sigh, Dwight looked at her apologetically. “I’ll just take this,” he said, stepping out of the car. Mandy nodded, wiping away the last of her tears. She leaned back in her seat, trying to find a sense of peace, but the chaos of her life made that nearly impossible. Dwight walked up to Davis's apartment, his face a mask of calm determination. But when he opened the door, it wasn’t Davis standing in front of him. It was Ramsey. Ramsey’s smirk was almost as sharp as the knife he had plunged into Mandy’s heart few minutes ago. “I told Davis to call on
The night wrapped the world in a soft blanket of darkness as Mandy and Dwight settled into their cozy home. The tension from earlier was still thick in the air, but now there was something different—a sense of anticipation. As they sat together on the couch, Mandy gazed at Dwight, searching his face for a hint of what he was thinking. “So, what are you gonna do now that I'm not backing down?” she asked, her voice steady but her eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability. Dwight leaned back, crossing his arms thoughtfully. “Mandy, I get it. I do. You want justice for what they did to you. But maybe there’s a better way to go about it.” Mandy raised an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical. “Better? Could there be any better way?” “Yes, Mandy! I’m not saying we should just let them get away with it. But revenge can cloud your judgment. It’s messy, and it could lead to more pain. What if we turned it into something positive instead?” “Positive?” Mandy hissed, her interest sloped. “How
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