GVictoria followed Nelson up the winding staircase, her heart slamming against her ribs with each step. She knew she was walking straight into a trap, but she had no choice. She had to see Cherish. She had to get her out of here.Nelson led her down a dimly lit hallway, stopping in front of a door. He turned the knob and gestured for her to enter.Victoria hesitated. Something felt off."Go on," Nelson murmured. "Your daughter's waiting."Her breath hitched as she stepped inside, but the moment she did, a cold realization gripped her.The room was empty.No Cherish. No bed. Just four walls, a large, lavish bed in the center, and Nelson standing behind her, locking the door with a soft click.Victoria spun around, fury flashing in her eyes. "Where is she?"Nelson’s lips curled into a smirk as he stalked toward her. “Safe. For now.”Her pulse pounded. “You lied to me.”Nelson shrugged, his gaze dark and unreadable. “I told you that you’d see her soon. And you will—once I’m sure you’re s
Upstairs, Bianca sat on the cold wooden chair, her wrists bound tightly behind her back. The dim glow of a single overhead bulb flickered, casting eerie shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of dust and faint traces of cigar smoke—Nelson’s house still carried the stench of power and corruption.Her muscles ached from being tied up for hours, but her mind was sharp, calculating. She had been watching Carlos closely—the way his eyes lingered on her, the way he hesitated before roughening his grip, the way his breath hitched just slightly when she looked at him a certain way.Weakness.And she would use it.Carlos sat by the door, his chair tilted back slightly, a cigarette hanging between his fingers. His job was simple—keep watch, make sure she didn’t escape. But Bianca knew men like him. Men who wanted power but were desperate for something softer.Something tempting.She shifted slightly, her dress riding up just enough to expose more of her thigh. “Carlos…” she m
As Carlos opened the door, Bianca pressed the gun against his lower back, urging him forward. The hallway was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old wood and stale cigar smoke. Every creak beneath their feet sent Bianca’s pulse racing. She wasn’t free yet—one wrong move and this could all go sideways. Carlos kept glancing at her from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t dare make a move. He knew she wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. As they approached the staircase, a sudden noise stopped them both in their tracks. The muffled sound of hurried footsteps. Someone else was trying to escape. Bianca’s grip tightened on the gun as she turned the corner—and nearly collided with a woman carrying a small child. Becca. Her eyes were wild with fear, her blonde hair disheveled, and in her arms, clutching tightly to her neck, was Cherish. The little girl was trembling, her tiny fingers digging into Becca’s shoulder as she buried her face against her. Becca gasped when she
Victoria pulled on her clothes with swift, practiced movements, her heart hammering in her chest. Cherish. The thought of her daughter being anywhere near danger made her stomach twist violently. She had endured a lot, played this sick game with Nelson longer than she wanted, but when it came to Cherish—she would burn this whole place down if she had to.Nelson tucked his gun into his waistband, eyeing her warily. “You should stay out of this.”She shot him a withering glare. “Try and stop me.”His jaw twitched, but he didn’t waste time arguing. Instead, he turned to his man at the door. “Who else knows?”“Just us,” the man answered. “But if Carlos is compromised, it won’t stay quiet for long.”Nelson muttered a curse under his breath. He grabbed a black jacket from a chair and threw it on before motioning for Victoria to follow.They moved quickly through the dimly lit hallways, the heavy scent of old wood and smoke filling Victoria’s nostrils. The tension in the air was suffocating.
The car sped through the dark streets, the tension thick in the air. Victoria clutched the seatbelt, her pulse refusing to settle. Gerald drove like a man possessed, weaving through traffic, his gaze flicking between the rearview mirror and the road ahead.“He won’t stop,” Victoria murmured, more to herself than anyone else.“He won’t get the chance,” Nelson countered, his grip tightening on the wheel. “I made sure of that.”Victoria turned to her, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”Gerald smirked, glancing at Victoria briefly. “Mildred has handed over the documents to the police, Victoria. We gave them everything—names, locations, proof of every dirty deal he’s ever made. The police were just waiting for a reason to move in. And after what he pulled tonight?” He shook her head. “He’s done.”Bianca let out a low whistle. “Damn, Gerald. That's the best news I have heard in along time.”Gerald chuckled but kept his eyes on the road. “Just doing what needed to be done.”Victoria exhaled
The atmosphere in the warehouse was thick with unspoken words and exhaustion. Victoria sat at the edge of the couch, her mind replaying her argument with Gerald over and over. He hadn’t returned since storming out, and though she knew he wouldn’t go far, his absence weighed heavily on her.In the next room, Becca had finally managed to get Cherish to sleep, while Bianca sat on the floor, absently spinning an empty glass bottle between her fingers. The silence was deafening, only interrupted by the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards.Then, the sound of a car pulling up outside shattered the stillness.Bianca was the first to her feet, her posture tense until a familiar knock echoed through the door. Mildred.Victoria exhaled in relief as Bianca rushed to let her in. Mildred stepped inside, shaking off the cold, her sharp eyes scanning the room before landing on Victoria.“It’s done,” she announced, her voice firm but tinged with exhaustion. “Nelson is officially in police c
Victoria lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, her body still tingling from Gerald’s touch. The warmth of their passion still clung to her skin, yet an unsettling feeling gnawed at her insides.She turned her head slowly, her gaze landing on Gerald beside her. His breathing was deep and steady, his face peaceful in sleep. He looked so content—so sure of what they had, of what they had just shared.But Victoria wasn’t.A sharp pang of guilt twisted in her stomach.Because as she closed her eyes during their lovemaking… it wasn’t Gerald she had imagined.It was Nelson.Her heart clenched as the truth settled in, suffocating and undeniable.She had wanted Nelson.She had pictured his hands on her, his lips on her skin, his voice whispering things only meant for her ears. And as much as she tried to push the thoughts away, they haunted her, creeping into her mind like a relentless ghost.Why?Why couldn’t she get him out of her head?Victoria curled her fingers into the sheets, frustrati
Victoria's breath came in short, shallow bursts as she stood frozen in place, her pulse hammering against her ribs. Nelson’s dark eyes locked onto hers, daring her, taunting her, luring her in like a moth to a flame.She shouldn’t have come.She knew that now.But the problem wasn’t coming here.The problem was that, deep down, a part of her wanted to be here.Her fingers trembled as she clenched them into fists, her mind screaming at her to walk away, to turn her back on this toxic pull that had already done enough damage to her life.And yet… she didn’t move.Nelson smirked as if he knew. He shifted slightly in his chair, the chains around his wrists rattling softly. “See? You don’t hate me as much as you claim,” he murmured, his voice like silk wrapping around her senses. “You came here to see me, and now, you don’t want to leave.”Victoria sucked in a sharp breath, her body betraying her with the way heat rushed through her veins. “I came for closure,” she whispered, more to convi
The air inside the courtroom was thick with tension. Every seat was filled, and the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Reporters sat at the back, cameras ready to capture the moment.Victoria’s heart pounded as she scanned the room in search of Gerald. She hadn't seen or spoken with him ever since that day he left.Mildred. Bianca. Becca.They were all seated around her, to give moral support.And then—her eyes landed on Gerald, sitting way behind in the courtroom, he looked so unkempt with overgrown beard.My heart, went out to him. But for now we were all here to witness the downfall of Nelson Brown.This was it.The end of Nelson Brown.At the defendant’s table, Nelson sat motionless, his jaw clenched. His once-powerful presence had diminished—no longer the untouchable crime lord he once was. He had lost weight, his face was gaunt, and his expensive suit did nothing to hide the desperation in his eyes.But it wasn’t over yet.The prosecution was just getting started.The attorne
Nelson Brown sat in the small, dimly lit common area of the prison, staring at the old television bolted to the wall.His hands tightened into fists as the news anchor repeated the words."Sources say this footage directly contradicts previous statements given by officials tied to the case, raising questions about a possible cover-up. Nelson Brown, currently serving time for—"The cup in Nelson’s hand shattered against the floor.The entire room fell silent.The other inmates knew better than to speak when Nelson was angry.A guard approached cautiously. “Brown. You good?”Nelson slowly turned his head, his expression terrifyingly calm. “Phone call. Now.”The guard hesitated—then nodded, leading him to the secured phone.Nelson punched in the number with controlled precision.It rang once. Twice.Julian picked up."You have something to tell me?" Nelson’s voice was low, lethal.Julian kept his tone neutral. “You saw the news.”“I did. And I want to know who the hell betrayed me.”Juli
Victoria opened the door just enough for Julian to slip inside.The room was dark except for the faint glow of the bedside lamp. She glanced toward the bed—Gerald and Cherish still fast asleep.She turned to Julian. “You said we need to talk.”Julian studied her, his expression unreadable. “Yeah,” He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on the door handle. “Nelson wants you dead. All of you. Including your daughter.” Her breath hitched. “Why are you telling me this?”"Because I can't bring myself to follow through with his orders." Julian answered."Then help me stop him." Victoria pleaded.A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. “You think it’s that simple?” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “You don’t understand the kind of man Nelson is. The kind of power he still has.”“I understand just fine,” Victoria shot back. “But I also know you hesitated.”Julian’s eyes flickered.“If you were really as far gone as Nelson thinks you are,” she continued, “we wouldn’t be having this conv
Victoria’s breath hitched.The weight of Gerald’s words settled over her like a suffocating blanket. The cameras. The interrogation room. The truth recorded in grainy, inescapable footage.She gripped the sheets beneath her, her heart pounding so hard it threatened to crack her ribs.“Victoria?” Gerald’s voice was steady, but his eyes were sharp, searching her face. “You okay?”No. She wasn’t.Because if they got access to those tapes, Nelson’s threat would be undeniable. It would be proof—hard evidence that he was still pulling strings from behind bars.But it wouldn’t be all it revealed.Her body stiffened at the memory, shame crawling up her spine like a cold, unwelcome touch.The way Nelson had backed her into a corner. The way she had let herself get lost, let herself fall.She couldn’t let Gerald see that.“I—I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” she stammered, forcing herself to look away. “Even if we get the footage, who’s to say it won’t get buried? Nelson has people in his
The car ride to the daycare was filled with tense silence. Gerald gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, his jaw clenched in unspoken frustration. Becca sat in the backseat with Victoria, her hand resting over Victoria’s in quiet reassurance.Victoria barely noticed.Her thoughts were consumed by one name.Nelson.She knew him too well. This wasn’t a coincidence. It wasn’t bad luck. It was him.Her heart pounded as she thought of Cherish, of what could have happened if they had been home.Gerald suddenly slammed his palm against the wheel, breaking the silence."This doesn't make sense!" he burst out. "Why would someone do this? Who the hell would want to burn our home down?"Victoria pressed her lips together, looking out the window. She wanted to tell him. She needed to tell him. But how?Would he even believe her?Nelson was behind bars. To Gerald, he was already dealt with, out of their lives. But Victoria knew he still had power. She had felt his influen
Victoria’s phone buzzed against the table, cutting through the low hum of the café. She glanced at the screen—Becca.Frowning, she picked up. "Hey, Becca, what’s—""Victoria! Where are you?" Becca’s voice was frantic, breathless."Why?" she questioned."Your apartment—it's on fire!" Becca screamed with terror in her voice.Victoria’s heart slammed against her ribs. "What?""I-I don’t know how it happened, but it’s bad! The whole building is up in flames—firefighters just arrived, but it’s spreading fast!"The world tilted.Victoria's fingers clenched around the phone, her breath hitching in disbelief."Is Cherish with you?" Becca asked with panic."She’s at daycare," Victoria quickly reassured her. "She’s safe. And Gerald's here with me."But nothing felt safe anymore.Victoria shot up from her seat, nearly knocking over her coffee. Gerald looked at her in alarm. "What’s wrong?"She could barely get the words out. "Our apartment… it's on fire."Gerald’s face went pale. "What?""We hav
Victoria sat in the quiet café, her fingers tapping anxiously against the wooden table as she stared at her phone. The moment Mildred left, she knew what she had to do. No more hiding. No more lying. Gerald deserved the truth, even if it shattered everything they were trying to rebuild.She took a deep breath and dialed his number.It rang twice before he answered. “Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was warm, familiar, and it sent a pang of guilt through her.“Gerald,” she said, her voice steady but tense. “Can you meet me at the café? I need to talk to you.”A pause. Then, “Is everything okay?”Victoria hesitated. “Just come. Please.”Another pause. Then, “I’ll be there in twenty.”She hung up and exhaled, trying to prepare herself for what she was about to do.No more games, Victoria. Just the truth.Twenty minutes later, Gerald walked through the door. He spotted her immediately, his expression unreadable as he approached. Dressed in his usual crisp button-down and dark slacks, he looked
Victoria sat in the corner of a quiet café, her fingers absently stirring the cappuccino in front of her. She had barely taken a sip, her mind too restless, her stomach too unsettled.The weight of last night’s dream lingered, thick and suffocating, and she knew she couldn’t keep it bottled up any longer. That's why she had called Mildred, and set up a meeting here.She needed advice, and maybe Mildred could give her. She was the only one out of her friends fully involved int the mess Nelson created.A few minutes later, the door swung open, and Mildred stepped inside, her sharp eyes scanning the café before landing on Victoria. She approached with that same effortless confidence, sliding into the chair across from her.“You sounded urgent on the phone,” Mildred said, raising a brow. “What’s going on?”Victoria hesitated. Now that she was here, she wasn’t sure where to start.Mildred leaned back, crossing her arms. “Does this have to do with Nelson?”Victoria let out a slow breath. “I
Nelson sat on the edge of his narrow cot, elbows resting on his knees, fingers interlocked. The dim fluorescent light buzzed above, casting sharp shadows across the cold, gray walls of his cell.His recent meeting with Victoria still haunted him. How could she say those words to her? Has she forgotten who he was?"You’re done. You’re nothing."His jaw clenched. His hands balled into fists.She thought she had won.She thought she could walk away, rebuild her perfect little life, and leave him to rot in this cage."You lose."The hell he did.A slow, dark smile curved his lips as an idea formed in his mind.Nelson stood, cracking his neck before stepping toward the cell bars. He spotted one of the new inmates—scrawny, nervous, desperate. The type who’d do anything for protection.Perfect."Hey, kid," Nelson murmured, leaning against the bars. The young man looked up, wary."You want to make yourself useful?" Nelson continued, his voice smooth, deceptively calm. "Do me a little favor, a