**The world is cruel, and villains rarely pay for their sins—unless you become one.** --- Sherah Hawke lived the dream of many: a perfect marriage to a man who seemed too good to be true. Ethan Farwell, a cold billionaire to the world, was sweet, caring, and devoted to her alone. Their love story was nothing short of a fairytale—a forgotten daughter meeting her prince in an unexpected twist of fate. But fairytales can be lies. Sherah's perfect world crumbled when she overheard Ethan’s chilling confession. She wasn’t the love of his life—she was nothing but a pawn. A tool for revenge against her half-sister, Sophia. Every tender touch, every kind word? A cruel rehearsal for the moment Sophia returned to his life. Heartbroken, Sherah resigned herself to the collapse of her marriage, prepared to walk away. But Sophia wasn’t willing to wait. Impatient and vengeful, her half-sister orchestrated a horrifying plan. The helpless, and betrayed Sherah met a brutal end. But some endings are only the beginning. Sometimes, life gives second chances not to make amends but to unleash the darkness within. Because sometimes… …a good person can become the villain. And Sherah Hawke is done being good.
View MoreThe Farwell Villa living room was hushed, steeped in mourning. It began to rain as if the world was in sync with Ethan’s sorrow. Simple drizzle became something stronger as if the gods were in a rage. The wild wind howled forcefully, pushing the windows and doors to open. The servants hurriedly check every door and window in the villa, ensuring that the rainwater won’t damage anything. The wind kept whistling, almost drowning the mourner's sobs and small talks about how they met the deceased. Amid everything, Ethan remained seated near the urn. His face expressed grief, and the dark circles in his eyes showed that sleep had eluded him. Aside from that, there was something dangerous in his eyes—something that only a man who had lost everything could understand—a taste for blood. The urge to hunt down the people who did it. As Ethan’s thoughts flew somewhere else.Farwell Group employees, stakeholders, and investors arrived to give their condolences. Despite that, none of them wa
Somewhere in Canada…Nathan sat comfortably on the chair near the bedside, book in hand, and seemed bored out of his mind. His mother specifically ordered him to watch over Sherah and never leave her side. “And they live happily ever after…” he expressed in an unimpressed tone as he read the ending of Cinderella out loud and then closed the book forcefully.Aside from his voice and the buzzing and occasional beeping sound of the machine, everything is silent, and it's driving him insane. He bit his lower lip, “Might as well put me inside a mental ward.” He mumbled as he glanced around the sterile white room.He inched close to Sherah, who was in a coma. “Hey!” he whispered in her ear. “You already woke up days ago. Why did you sleep again?” he asks playfully. Beneath the thick bandages, he noticed her eyelashes fluttering. He smiled, “They say coma patients can hear.” He stated as he held her cold hand. “Let me tell you something… You need to wake up as soon as possible because i
Days passed, and as Sophia expected, Sebastian dodged the police.Sophia smiled from ear to ear while staring at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the luxury boutique fitting area. “He didn’t even try to clear his name and accuse me of orchestrating everything,” she mumbled under her breath with a glimmer of satisfaction and pride while she happily tried on different expensive clothes.She was planning to purchase the most daring colorful dress she could find. Without a care in the world that her actions are inappropriate—but why would she care if she was the person who planned it? Now that the biggest obstacle is gone, she is scheming to win Ethan back, and she is going all out. As she got out of the fitting room, she tossed the clothes to the sales clerk stationed in the lounge.“I hate everything. The designs look outdated.” She snarled.The sales clerk nodded and hastily left to get a new set of wardrobes Sophia could try.While waiting, she sat in the lounge area
Dahlia hurriedly returned to the living room. “Sir, Sebastian’s not in his room,” she announced.“He is not in the kitchen,” Johanna chimed in.Jon, who was breathing heavily, blurted out, “He is not in the garden either.” Ethan’s face contorted in rage, and he ran to Sebastian's room.Allan and James trailing behind him. Ethan rummages through the cabinets; most of his things are still inside, but his documents are gone.“He ran off. God knows where! ” Ethan clamored.James took out his phone. “I’m going to notify the police about this and make sure they’ll put out a BOLO for Sebastian,” he muttered in urgency. “Not good enough,” Ethan mumbled, then gestured to Allan, “You have connections with different news outlets. Put it on the news, and put a 1 million reward on whoever could find him.” He demanded.Allan nodded, and he too began dialing different numbers on his phone. Then Ethan decided to call Brooke for additional help. It's a hard reality to swallow, but he needs to get
The moment Detective Danville stepped foot in the Newark Police Department, Detective Scott hurriedly ushered her to the break room. She didn’t even have the time to sit or utter any pleasantries when Detective Scott asked. “What do you mean you don’t trust the Hawke family? ” His voice was too low as if he was telling a secret.She watched how he glanced around as if afraid that someone might overhear them.She finds it weird but brushes it off, “I mean they… The victim's stepmother, Rebecca, and the half-sister, Sophia… Their reactions seemed rehearsed.”Her statement caught his attention. He sat on the chair and then propped his hands on the table while gesturing to her to sit beside him. “Rehearsed, how? ”She breathes deeply as she recollects the weird conversation she had with them. “Too much whining and wailing far too few tears, and if there were, they look forced… And the father of the victim.” She pouted her lips. “He seemed genuinely distraught but… detached. It’s weird… T
James drove the devastated Ethan back to Farwell Villa.“She’s… She’s pregnant… We’re about to have our child.” Ethan muttered. His voice was breaking and filled with grief. James remained silent and focused on driving. This was not because of his lack of sympathy but because of uncertainty. He had no idea what to say, as there was nothing he could say to make his friend feel better.“I should have listened to you and Allan. If…” He swallowed deeply and words seemed to elude him. “... If only… I stayed with her and stopped being stupid. We should be welcoming our first child.” He covered his mouth with his trembling, cold, sweating hands when he realized their last conversation, *Let's talk again tomorrow... There’s something I want to tell you too.*“She’s planning to tell me we're having a child,” he mumbled.“What did you say?” James asked curiously.“We spoke the night before she went missing. I told her I wanted her in my life and that I didn’t want a divorce. She told me there’s
In Newark Police Department.Detective Scott ushered Ethan inside the interrogation room. The detective left him alone as another set of new evidence was sent to him by the crime lab.Meanwhile, Ethan quietly sat in a metal chair in front of a wooden table in a dimly lit room. The two-way mirror on his left side. The situation brought back memories of when he let Sherah spend the night in NYPD–the difference he’s on the other side and Sherah is not watching him through the two-way mirror. But he actually wishes she had been there laughing at him with her over-the-top cackles. The sound of footsteps shattered his thoughts.Shortly, Detective Amadeus Scott pushed open the door, breaking the eerie silence in the room. He needed to interrogate Ethan before his lawyer arrived, and with the evidence with him, he knew he could break the cold, aloof CEO of New York.“Apologies for the wait, Mr. Farwell. The DNA results of the victim just arrived at my desk," he says as he walks towards the
The sound of a phone notification resonates in the quiet sterile of the hospital's private ward. *$150k received from an unknown sender.* Transaction message: “May we never meet again.”The mystery woman sneered at the message, “For $150k those scums of the Earth violated her.” She muttered as she turned off the phone and handed it to her son.“Should we go to the police, Mother?” he asks, placing the phone in his pocket.The woman laughs, “Police? For what? Our retribution does not involve the use of the law.” She stops walking and turns to him, “You must remember, Nathan, violence is short-lived. Pain fades away, bruises heal, and the law will take time. Time in prison is too nice for a payback. Revenge should be permanent, and for that, we need patience.” Nathan lowered his head, “How sure are you she’ll survive? And by some miracle that she does, how certain are you she’ll help us against our common enemies?” he asked.“Because they broke her… There’s nothing else keeping her al
Brooke drove Ethan to the Farwell Villa, even though the latter had specifically asked to be dropped off at Farwell Group.He could see the desperation in Ethan’s eyes—the bottled-up frustration, the stress, the torment etched into every movement.Finally, Brooke spoke. “I know I’m a nobody to tell you this, but as someone who knew your parents... I don’t want to see you like this. You need to rest,” he urged. “Surround yourself with friends.” It was Brooke’s way of bracing Ethan for what was coming.“I’ll handle everything from here. I know how to deal with the police—I understand their protocol and process,” he added confidently.But Ethan couldn’t let it go.“It’s NOT her...” he said, letting the words hang in the air like a lifeline he refused to cut.Brooke ignored the comment. “I heard from my sources that Noel had arrived in Newark with Sherah’s belongings. We’ll know more tomorrow.”Ethan turned toward him again.“It’s NOT her,” he repeated—this time not just a statement, but a
For the last five years, laughter has echoed in the Farwell mansion and tonight is no different.At the center of the room, Sherah and Ethan Farwell, a perfect couple in the eyes of many, moved in perfect harmony. The delicate sound of classical music filled the air, the melody weaving a spell that seemed to halt time itself. Sherah, the lady of the house, was radiant in her white silk pajamas, the fabric shimmering in the chandelier’s glow with each graceful turn. Her husband, Ethan, looks dashing, with his perfect smile, brown eyes, and dark brown hair, clad in a tailored suit that emphasizes his strong frame. He held her close. His movements were fluid, his touch tender yet confident.Their eyes met, and the world beyond the mansion faded into insignificance. Ethan’s hand rested lightly on Sherah's back, guiding her effortlessly across the floor. Her fingers curled around his shoulder, their connection intimate and unspoken.Though their dance seemed choreographed by years of pra...
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