Third Person POVDesperate, Estelle clung to the slimmest thread of denial she had left. "No, no, this is all a mistake! The necklace is a gift from my mother. I'm innocent, you can't arrest me for something I didn't do!" she protested, her words carrying a sense of desperation as she struggled to escape the tightening noose of her stumble lies.As if by some cruel twist of fate, the sound of camera shutters and hushed whispers filtered into the room, heralding the arrival of a sea of paparazzi.The paparazzi, eager to capture every nuance of the unfolding scandal, swarmed around Estelle like a pack of ravenous hyenas, their camera flashes illuminating the scene before them.Estelle, her knees touching the cold, hard floor, begged her captor for mercy as she clutched her hands together in a silent plea. The guilt of her actions washed over her, mingling with the humiliation of being exposed in such a public manner. Her once carefully curated persona crumbled as she became nothing mo
ISABEL As Lucas skillfully guided the Rolls Royce through the streets, I couldn't help but feel a hint of satisfaction. Though my mother’s ire was something I hoped to avoid, I was pleased to know that Mavis feared to disappoint his father too. The thought brought a smile to my face as I replayed the scene from the mall in my mind. While the situation had certainly caused its fair share of chaos, I must admit that seeing Estelle's pride and joy brought so low was satisfying. Searching for updates on my phone, I found that Estelle's social media followers were rapidly diminishing. While some of her fans were lashing out at her for her misbehavior, others were simply waiting to see what would happen to her next. In the world of online fame, Estelle’s fall from grace was swift and brutal. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of her losing the popularity she so desperately craved The backlash from Estelle's incident was spreading far beyond just her own reputation. Mavis, too
ISABEL My expression turned incredulous as I revealed the extent of Estelle's misbehavior. "Can you believe that Estelle tried to bribe her way into becoming my account manager? She was even ready to offer me money to secure the position!" Bennett's jaw dropped at this revelation. "You've got to be kidding me!" she exclaimed. "The audacity of that girl is unbelievable! How did you respond to such a ridiculous proposal?" She was clearly as shocked and appalled as I was by Estelle's actions. I continued, "Mr. Cruz was the one who had the meeting with Estelle and Mavis. He informed me about their attempt to bribe me into hiring her. All this happened before Estelle decided to lift a necklace from my Mall." Bennett's brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait, she graduated with an accounting degree? Why would she resort to such desperate measures? That doesn’t make any sense!" "Believe it or not, Estelle misplaced her certificate." I couldn't help but chuckle. "Estelle managed to drag Mavis
Third Person POVBennett set out, following Isabel's hand-drawn map to the place where her mother had fled. Isabel's detailed directions helped her navigate the path toward her former home despite the significant changes the area had undergone since her last visit. "Just in case, call me if you get lost," Isabel reminded Bennett before she set off.Bennett chuckled. "No need. I never get lost."Matilda had always known Bennett as her daughter's trusted confidante. A cloud of doubt began to loom over Bennett's mind as she considered the possible scenarios. What if Isabel's mother was overcome with shame upon their encounter, turning Bennett away without so much as a second glance? Or, shat if all her efforts to mend the relationship were met with rejection and scorn? The thought of it made Bennett's heart sink with dread, but she knew that, for Isabel's sake, she had to try.Bennett knew that no mother would proudly accept a daughter who had fallen prey to her own emotions, engaging
Third Person POVBennett's arms wrapped around Matilda in a gesture of comfort and understanding. “I understand your pain, Matilda, but this happens,” she began. “We don’t have control over everything in life. I’ve been friends with your daughter, Isabel, for a long time. Only I know how deeply she loved Mavis. I wish she never returned to Los Angeles. Sometimes, the path we take leads to unexpected twists and turns, but all we can do is try to make the best of it.”Matilda continued. "I wanted her to come home, Bennett," she said, her eyes distant, as if lost in a memory. “I thought it would be good for her to connect with her new family, to get acquainted with everyone at home. But I had no idea that she was hiding such a big secret. She kept it hidden from me, from everyone, until it was too late until the truth could no longer be denied.” Her shoulders slumped slightly. Bennett’s expression shifted. “You can’t change what’s already happened, Matilda,” she said. “But there’s somet
ISABEL I arrived at work a bit late the following day, only to find myself immediately surrounded by reporters from various media outlets, who had all been waiting patiently for my arrival. As Lucas pulled down my car glasses, I could see them waiting with anticipation. I grabbed my bag and stepped down with Lucas following behind me. "You are free to go, I'll call before my closing hour." "Alright, Ms Isabel." He was almost whispering into my ears. Facing the reporters, I could tell from their frenzied glances and the incessant flashing of their cameras that my manager had already informed them that they should be patient and that I was already on my way to work. The sudden surge of attention, coupled with the fact that I was now the center of a media circus, left me feeling anxious and exposed but it was quite worthwhile. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that were running rampant throughout my body, and prepared to entertain their queries. The moment I drove in
ISABEL I couldn’t help but laugh at Estelle’s feeble attempts to justify her actions, my amusement only growing when I noticed Mavis, hidden behind one of the delivery trucks. It was almost comical how the once-bold heir to a fortune had been reduced to skulking in the shadows, his expression one of sheer terror. Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now, I thought and smiled inwardly. As the criminal investigator made her way over to Estelle, the officer keeping her firmly in place, she tilted her head in frustration and weariness. "It seems like Estelle might have something to say to us," he said. Estelle, having been backed into a corner with no way out, looked like a deer caught in headlights. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying desperately to find a way to extricate herself from her situation. But it was too late and it was only a matter of time before she would have to face the music.The investigator wasted no time diving into the heart of the matter, "Good
ISABEL The door opened and Bennett preceded mom. "Where are you taking my daughter?" Mom asked in a commanding voice just asked the uniformed men were about to escort me out of my office. The men halted, turning to face her. "We're taking her in for questioning, ma'am," one of the cops replied. "It's regarding a serious matter." Mom's eyes narrowed. "What kind of matter?" Officer Desmond stepped forward. "It's about the accusations she made against an old friend of hers. We've received evidence that suggests she wrongly accused her of stealing an expensive necklace from her Mall, thereby, trying to tarnish her image." Mom's expression changed from concern to confusion. "What are you talking about? Who is this friend?" Officer Desmond hesitated before responding, "A certain Estelle. It seems your daughter has an animosity against her, and we need to clear up the matter." Mom's voice was firm. "My daughter will never lie, are you very sure of that fact? That she wrongly accused he