"Are you going to act today?" Stella asked her husband, who was now standing at the dressing table, adjusting his tie."Yes, I’m doing it today. I think we’ve given him enough time. He’s been enjoying his freedom for too long. He should have been crushed a long time ago; we’ve been too lenient, making him even more insane!" Marvin replied.Stella nodded in agreement. "I hope everything goes smoothly, darling."This time, Marvin nodded. After a brief conversation with Stella, Marvin left for the company.40 minutes later.Click.As Marvin had just sat down at his desk, he turned towards the door when he heard it open. He saw Dariel entering."Where have you been? I’ve had a hard time reaching you," Marvin said."My phone had no signal yesterday. I only saw your messages this morning," Dariel replied, taking a seat in front of Marvin. "Are you serious about what you sent me? You want to bring down the Fillmore family?" Dariel asked, looking at Marvin with a serious expression. "Didn’t y
EMRICK FILLMORE ACCUSED OF SEXUAL ASSAULT ON MINOR. HERE IS THE EVIDENCE.TODAY, EMRICK FILLMORE RESPONDS TO ALLEGATIONS OF BRIBERY.EMRICK FILLMORE PREVIOUSLY COMMITTED VIOLENCE AGAINST HIS LATE WIFE. DID DAISY DIE FROM DOMESTIC VIOLENCE?EMRICK FILLMORE'S DAUGHTER REPORTED FOR PREMEDITATED MURDER.FANNY FILLMORE BEHIND THE KIDNAPPING OF MARVIN DAMEER'S WIFE 4 MONTHS AGO.Marvin, sitting at his desk, nearly threw his phone after reading several news headlines on his social media account. For a week, his eyes had been glued to his phone, watching the development of the sensational news he had managed to spread. Four months ago, while in New York meeting Mr. Lucas, he sought information about Emrick. The information he obtained was then verified, proving to be true. Mr. Lucas had a grudge against Mr. Emrick because his business had been cheated and suffered losses. He knew about the Fillmore family's corruption but was unwilling to delve deeper or seek revenge because he lacked sign
Stella stared at Emily with a look of curiosity, while the sound of the television in the corner of the room served as the background to their conversation. Baby Selena squirmed lazily in Emily's arms, murmuring softly as her eyes began to droop with sleep. Sitting across from Emily on the sofa, Stella observed her face intently.“You still haven't told Delvin everything about yourself?” Stella asked. Her presence in Emily's apartment tonight was at Delvin's invitation for dinner. He had said there was something he wanted to talk about.Emily looked down at Selena's small, sleeping face in her embrace. She slowly shook her head. "No," she replied softly, her voice almost drowned out by the silence.Stella sighed quietly, then moved a little closer to Emily. "Why not? Delvin said you two are getting married, right? I’m sure he invited Marvin and me over tonight to announce that he’s going to marry you, Emily. How long are you going to keep everything about yourself hidden?" she asked,
"Because I want to ask you something," Marvin said.Delvin looked at him with a questioning gaze. "You want to ask me something? What is it?"Meanwhile, Emily felt a pang of disappointment. Her lips, which had almost parted to speak, now closed tightly, holding back the question she didn't have a chance to voice. She wanted to make sure of something, but the words got stuck on the tip of her tongue, overtaken by Marvin's boldness."If someone important in your life admitted to making a serious mistake, would you forgive them?" Marvin asked, his voice careful yet firm.Emily, hearing Marvin's question, suddenly felt her heart race. The question seemed to strike her thoughts, leaving her stunned. "How is that possible?" Emily wondered. Marvin seemed to be able to read her mind because that was exactly the question she wanted to ask Delvin.Marvin continued, this time his voice sharper, "And if that important person in your life was keeping secrets—secrets that might hurt you if revealed
Marvin glanced at Dariel, who was seated across from him, with a serious and tense expression.“It’s been over a month, and still no trace of her?” Marvin asked, his voice low but demanding.Dariel, slightly hunched over, slowly shook his head. “I suspect she’s fled the city, maybe even the country, with a fake identity. Just like what she did to the man at the scene of Lily’s accident. Damian too… he was a wanted man back then, wasn’t he? But he managed to leave the country with a fake identity,” Dariel explained, his tone filled with suspicion.Hearing this, Marvin felt the heavy burden on his shoulders growing even heavier. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh, trying to calm the turmoil inside him. “So what now? Just let her get away? No way!” Marvin declared firmly, his voice booming with restrained anger. “I want her behind bars, suffering even more than her father!”Dariel looked at Marvin calmly, understanding his friend’s anger and frustration. “I’ve already s
"Do you want to know something about Mrs. Daisy?" Marvin asked his father.Mr. Myron immediately set aside the cake he was holding. "Why?" he asked, his tone reflecting deep curiosity."A month ago, I happened to meet Mr. Emrick in detention. He was furious when he saw me and cursed at me—he cursed at me harshly and continuously, Dad."Mr. Myron's brow furrowed, his expression turning to confusion and concern. "Cursed at me too? Why?" he asked, clearly puzzled and not fully understanding the situation. "I don't feel like I ever caused him any trouble. I never communicated with him, so why would he curse at me? I haven't wronged him.""He hates you because of Mrs. Daisy," Marvin said.Mr. Myron raised an eyebrow, waiting for further explanation, but what Marvin said next was quite shocking."Apparently, during their marriage, Mrs. Daisy never loved him. Mr. Emrick said that Mrs. Daisy was indeed his wife, but her heart was never his. Even until she died, her heart still belonged to the
Delvin gently squeezed Emily's hand as they stood in front of the apartment building. The night was beginning to fall, wrapping the city in a blanket of twinkling lights in the distance.He gazed into his lover’s eyes, trying to ensure that Emily really didn’t mind his job that took up so much of his time. “Darling, I might be back a little late tonight,” he said softly, with a hint of worry in his tone. “Weekends are usually very busy at the restaurant. Are you okay with me leaving you alone for so long?”Emily, who had been attentively gazing at Delvin’s face, smiled faintly. The warmth in her eyes made Delvin feel slightly more at ease. "It’s fine," she replied in a soothing voice. “You always come home very late on weekends. I’m getting used to it.” Her sweet smile widened as she added, "Besides, before you, I was always alone. So, it’s okay, darling."Delvin sighed in relief, but there was still an uneasy feeling gnawing at his heart. He knew how hectic work was on weekends, but
Delvin gripped the steering wheel with one hand while the other slapped his forehead in frustration. "Damn it, my phone! I left my phone in the room," he muttered, exasperated. He had just realized that his phone was still at Emily's apartment.Earlier, before heading out to pick Emily up from work, he had decided not to bring his phone because its battery was dead. So, he had plugged it in to charge. "How am I supposed to contact Emily without my phone?" Delvin grumbled, annoyed with himself.Quickly, he turned the steering wheel and headed back toward Emily's apartment.Delvin drove fast but cautiously.Delvin's car finally stopped in front of Emily's apartment building. He immediately got out of the car and looked around. His eyes fell on Emily, who was following someone wearing a black hoodie. Delvin's heart pounded with worry."Who is she with?" Delvin murmured, his lips pressing into a tight line. "She’s not sneaking around behind my back, is she?" Confused, Delvin decided to fo