Trent walked into the casino, the bright lights and sounds of clinking glasses and chatter enveloping him. He made his way to the bar, where the bartender, Sarah, greeted him with a smile."Hey, Trent! The usual?" she asked, already pouring him a whiskey on the rocks.Trent nodded and took a seat at the bar, surveying the room. The casino was a familiar haunt for him, and he knew many of the regulars. The dealers and pit bosses nodded at him as he made his way to the gaming tables.Trent started at the blackjack table, placing a few bets and chatting with the other players. He lost a couple of hands, but then won one, breaking even. He left the table and moved to the roulette table, where he placed a large bet. Unfortunately, he lost that one too.Trent cursed his luck and lost his temper, slamming his fist on the table. The dealer, a calm-looking man with a kind smile, said, "Sorry, Trent. Maybe next time."Trent glared at him, but then seemed to compose himself, taking a deep breath
Misty woke up and saw Trent lying in bed, looking very sick. He was hungover from drinking too much the night before. Misty sat down next to him, crossing her arms and frowning.Trent slowly opened his eyes and saw Misty staring at him. He knew he was in trouble."Misty," he said, his voice rough."Good morning, Trent," Misty said, sounding angry. "You look like you're feeling pretty bad."Trent groaned and rubbed his head. He had a bad headache and Misty's tone was making it worse."What happened last night?" Misty asked, her voice firm.Trent tried to remember, but his memories were fuzzy. "I...I don't know," he admitted.Misty raised an eyebrow. "You don't know? Really? Because I heard you went to see Cassie last night."Trent's eyes widened as he realized what Misty was talking about. "How did you...?" he started to ask.Misty cut him off. "I have my ways. So, are you still in love with her or something?"Trent shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "No, Misty, it's not like
They made their way to the underground parking spot, Cora joked, "I'm here a lot, I think I need a spot in my name."Arden chuckled and replied, "I'll see that it is done."Cassie raised an eyebrow, looking around the parking garage. "Wait, Cora, your car isn't here. How did you get here?"Cora laughed, twirling her hair with her finger. "Oh, let's just say I have my ways."Warren cleared his throat, interrupting the conversation. "I think we should all head home now, it's getting late."Arden and Cassie walked together. Their hands were brushing against each other as they strolled towards the exit.As they reached the street, Arden turned to Cassie and asked, "Want to grab a ride with me?"Cassie smiled, nodding in agreement. "Sure, I'd love to."Arden opened the door for her. Cassie felt like a princess. Trent never did things like this for her. Warren's phone rang. He answered. Immediately, the look on his face changed. "Ivy, what's wrong?" he asked.Arden turned to Warren. "What'
Cassie was feeling carefree and excited as she got ready for the day. She took a long, relaxing shower, washing her hair and body, and even managed to muster up the energy to deal with the arm workout that was washing her hair.As she got dressed, she went for a clean girl aesthetic, feeling fresh and put together. She spritzed on her favorite perfume, feeling confident and ready to take on the day.Just as she was finishing up, Cora appeared in the doorway with a cup of coffee in her hand, startling Cassie and making her jump. Cassie's heart racing, she took a deep breath and tried to calm down, laughing at her own overreaction.Cora was oblivious to the scare she had just given Cassie, asked nonchalantly, "So, where are you off to today?"Cassie grinned mischievously at Cora. "I'm going to spread joy around," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.Cora's expression turned serious, and she took a step back. "Cassie, I'm scared. You're acting really unhinged right now, and I don
Cassie stared out the window as Trent's car stopped in front of Cora's condo. She got in and he zoomed off immediately."Nice car," Cassie said, observing the interior."Thanks," Trent replied. "It looks different, doesn't it?""Yeah, it does," Cassie agreed. "What happened to the old one?""The Corvette you bought me for my birthday was vandalized a few months ago.""Vandalized?" Cassie repeated, feigning surprise. "That's terrible.""Yeah, it was," Trent said. "The whole office was trashed at the same time.""Did they catch whoever did it?" Cassie asked, trying to sound innocent."Not yet," Trent replied. "But they're still investigating."Cassie smiled to herself, remembering how she and Cora had trashed the place. That was the most fun she had ever had in her life. She cleared her throat, "Why'd you pull me out of my house on Saturday morning? Do you have my recording?"Trent sighed, slowing the car down, "I thought we could have breakfast and talk. There's something I want to d
THE PREVIOUS DAY.Trent was posting another of the unaware photos he had of Cassie when he heard Misty drive her car into the Silverwood estate, speeding recklessly down the driveway. He watched her from the window and sighed. He could tell by the way she was driving that she was extremely angry.Trent thought to himself that Misty was definitely going to yell at him about something, but he had no idea what it could be. He sat down in his chair and waited for her to come inside.Misty came into the room, and Trent could see that she was even angrier than he had thought. She was also hurt, and Trent was shocked when he saw her face. Her skin was red and swollen, and she had blisters on her cheeks and forehead.Trent asked Misty what had happened to her, but he could tell she was too angry to talk.Misty started talking rapidly, her words tumbling out in a furious stream. "Cassie, that video, my career. Can you imagine she told me to fix my... the launch, those women, they were all lau
Cora was driving and handed Cassie some tissues from the front seat. Cassie took one and wiped her nose. Warren sat beside her, trying to comfort her.Cassie was still visibly shaken, and Warren was trying to comfort her from the backseat. Cora watched the road and said, "What is Arden doing? He's driving so slow."Warren replied, "Cora, he's doing fine."Cora said, "I don't know...he's not accelerating fast enough." She scoffed, "What is he doing? Can't he see the light is green?" she said, shaking her head.Warren chuckled from the backseat. "Hey, Cora, ease up. Arden's a good driver.""Oh, great, now he's slowing down. What's wrong, doesn't he know how to merge?"Cassie sniffled and smiled weakly. "Cora, stop. Arden's driving fine."Cora grinned mischievously. "Okay, okay. But seriously, he's going 40 in a 55 zone. Come on, Arden, step it up!"Warren laughed. "Cora, you actually have road rage. Please speak to a professional."Cora shrugged. "Hey, someone's got to keep Arden on his
Every summer, on specific days, the Silverwood and Murphy families would traditionally gather at the Make Way Speedclub for a day of racing and socializing with the other heirs and heiress in and out of LA. They were usually joined by other influential families with whom they had business and social ties. The network was large, ranging from Arabic billionaire's to Mexican underbosses. No matter what, they always happened to clear their social calendars. It was a chance to relax and enjoy each other's company in a high-octane setting.It was a day that everyone looked forward to, a chance to unwind and strengthen the bonds between the families.Not to forget a chance to show us their wealth through cars and fancy outfits. Even if it seemed like everyone was laid-back, it wasn't so. Everyone wanted to win, by all means possible. That's what made it so exciting. Today was one of those special days, and Cassie had made it a priority to invite herself. That was if Cassie could make it
"We need to come up with a plan," Arden said. "We can't just let the Silverwoods dictate what happens to Savannah. What kind of person demands something like that? He has you in a hostage situation Cassie.""I agree," Warren said. "But the Silverwoods are proving themselves to be powerful and ruthless. Just think about what Trent's going to do when he gets out. Plus Savannah did commit those crimes, and as you said, she isn't your friend."Cora nodded. "I think we should try to gather more information. Who exactly is behind this? Is it Ross, or is there someone else pulling the strings?""It was definitely Ross' voice. He's definitely stuck. I'm sure working me was the last option. He must have gone through all the motions and realized that.""You made sure there were no loopholes," Arden brushed a frustrated hand through his hair, "What now? He knew you would falter if he tugged at your heart strings!""What are you trying to say Arden?" Cassie inhaled deeply."Nothing Cassie. I'm s
A WEEK LATERCassie was busy unpacking boxes and putting away dishes in her new kitchen. Cora sat on the couch, tears streaming down her face."I'm going to miss you so much," Cora sobbed. Her voice was shaking.Cassie walked over to Cora and sat down beside her, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. "I'll miss you too, Cora. But I'll just be a few blocks away. We can hang out all the time."Arden and Warren were moving furniture into the living room, trying to stay out of the way of the emotional moment. Arden caught Warren's eye and raised an eyebrow, both of them trying not to smile at Cora's dramatics.Warren mouthed "drama queen" to Arden, who chuckled and shook his head. Cora sniffled and wiped her nose with a tissue. "It's not just that you'll be far away, Cassie. It's that this is the end of an era. We've been roommates for so long, and now you're moving on to a new chapter in your life."Cassie hugged Cora tightly. "First of all, it was five months Cora. Secondly,
It had been a week since Trent was in custody but he was in a fancy prison cell. They had applied for bail multiple times but their bail request kept getting canceled. So they opted for the next best thing, a boujee house arrest. Trent was sitting on the soft couch in the beach house, staring out the window at the ocean, which was a much more pleasant view than the one he would have had if he were still in jail.He couldn't go back home for obvious reasons. His lawyers had been able to arrange for him to be placed under house arrest at the beach house, which was a much more comfortable and luxurious environment than a jail cell.The beach house was fully staffed, with a personal chef, maid, and security team, and Trent had access to a private gym, pool, and outdoor lounge area.Despite the luxurious surroundings, Trent was getting restless and anxious to clear his name and get back to his normal life.His lawyers were working hard to prepare his defense, but the wait was agonizing f
"Wait, so you're talking me you got nothing?" "Handsome guy is smart. Why would you think he'd keep anything inside the Hauler." *A "Hauler Lounge" is a term typically used in the context of NASCAR racing. It refers to a luxury lounge or hospitality area located within the hauler. The Hauler Lounge is usually equipped with amenities such as comfortable seating, food and beverage service, and entertainment systems* Cassie sighed exasperatedly, "You know. I was really counting on him being stupid. You know what I risked setting that stupid Corvette on fire." "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it!" Cora chided. "Can you not talk about someone else's looks in front of me?" Warren chimed into the conversation. "Good morning to you too War." Cassie smiled, "Wait, is that my moisterizer you're using." Cassie asked as she stared deeply into the phone. Warren cleared his throat, "Wait, is that my house you're sleeping in? And is that my best friend you're sleeping with?" He as
Cassie pushed Trent away, her voice firm. "Get off me, Trent. You're too close."Trent's eyes narrowed, but he took a step back, giving Cassie some space.Cassie turned and walked back into the main area, where she was met with a shocking scene. Ross was pulling Ivy who was frantically screaming, away from Arden. Harris had managed to throw the knife onto the floor. "This isn't what you promised, Rossie!" Ivy cried, her words were dissolving into incoherent sobs.Cassie's eyes widened as she took in the scene. She was confused and curious at the same time. What was going on?Did Ross also know Ivy? As she watched, Cassie's mind began to wander back to the day Arden saved her from permanent humiliation. She remembered how surprised Trent had been to see Arden at the restaurant. And then there was the way Arden had talked to Harris, with such familiarity.Now, Ivy was acting like she knew Ross. What connected them all? Cassie felt like she was missing a piece of the puzzle, and she
"Cassie, are you insane?" Trent asked but there was no response. The fire just kept increasing. Then one of the workers came with a hose and tried to put it out. "Can someone get that girl in the back of a police van?" Bridget yelled, "She's obviously off her hinges!"More and more people starting gethering at the scene. Finally, Police sirenes starting blasting in the air, alongside a fire truck. "Where are you when you're needed. Please arrest this girl!"The police completely ignored Taylor and walked toward Cassie. "You're Cassie right? Are you okay ma'am? Are you hurt anywhere?"Cassie shook her head. She had tears in her eyes. "Okay ma'am, let me take that from you!" he said, gently taking the items out of her hand. "Why the fuck are you being so nice, arrest her!" Taylor shouted. "Let's get you out of her." They guided Cassie away. The other officer handcuffed a shady looking man and put him in the police van. Then he faced Taylor, "Please let us do our job. This lady re
Every summer, on specific days, the Silverwood and Murphy families would traditionally gather at the Make Way Speedclub for a day of racing and socializing with the other heirs and heiress in and out of LA. They were usually joined by other influential families with whom they had business and social ties. The network was large, ranging from Arabic billionaire's to Mexican underbosses. No matter what, they always happened to clear their social calendars. It was a chance to relax and enjoy each other's company in a high-octane setting.It was a day that everyone looked forward to, a chance to unwind and strengthen the bonds between the families.Not to forget a chance to show us their wealth through cars and fancy outfits. Even if it seemed like everyone was laid-back, it wasn't so. Everyone wanted to win, by all means possible. That's what made it so exciting. Today was one of those special days, and Cassie had made it a priority to invite herself. That was if Cassie could make it
Cora was driving and handed Cassie some tissues from the front seat. Cassie took one and wiped her nose. Warren sat beside her, trying to comfort her.Cassie was still visibly shaken, and Warren was trying to comfort her from the backseat. Cora watched the road and said, "What is Arden doing? He's driving so slow."Warren replied, "Cora, he's doing fine."Cora said, "I don't know...he's not accelerating fast enough." She scoffed, "What is he doing? Can't he see the light is green?" she said, shaking her head.Warren chuckled from the backseat. "Hey, Cora, ease up. Arden's a good driver.""Oh, great, now he's slowing down. What's wrong, doesn't he know how to merge?"Cassie sniffled and smiled weakly. "Cora, stop. Arden's driving fine."Cora grinned mischievously. "Okay, okay. But seriously, he's going 40 in a 55 zone. Come on, Arden, step it up!"Warren laughed. "Cora, you actually have road rage. Please speak to a professional."Cora shrugged. "Hey, someone's got to keep Arden on his
THE PREVIOUS DAY.Trent was posting another of the unaware photos he had of Cassie when he heard Misty drive her car into the Silverwood estate, speeding recklessly down the driveway. He watched her from the window and sighed. He could tell by the way she was driving that she was extremely angry.Trent thought to himself that Misty was definitely going to yell at him about something, but he had no idea what it could be. He sat down in his chair and waited for her to come inside.Misty came into the room, and Trent could see that she was even angrier than he had thought. She was also hurt, and Trent was shocked when he saw her face. Her skin was red and swollen, and she had blisters on her cheeks and forehead.Trent asked Misty what had happened to her, but he could tell she was too angry to talk.Misty started talking rapidly, her words tumbling out in a furious stream. "Cassie, that video, my career. Can you imagine she told me to fix my... the launch, those women, they were all lau