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In the cabin…Sherah lay naked and badly beaten on the mattress, her limbs tightly bound to the bedframe.The rope marks on her skin are visible—bleeding, bruised, sticking on her flesh as if they were part of her. She can’t remember when they stopped violating her or when they moved her from the living room to the bed, as she had mentally shut down after they forcefully and painfully took her baby out of her and until now, she couldn’t believe what had happened. She wishes it was all a dream, but as she stares at the table across the room the mocking reality is haunting, vile, and straight up from a psychopath's playbook.A jar sat nearby, her unborn child suspended in the murky water, floating as if it were nothing more than a rotten potato.The vision of the simple life she has in her mind is completely destroyed. Her child is gone and she will die soon. "At least in death we'll be together," she mumbled under her breath.She can't help but curse the situation she's in. She's goin
Later that day...Sophia smirked as she stared at the photo Roy sent. “This is what you get for existing,” she says as she parks her car and enters the Hawke Residence.“Back already,” Rebecca muttered warmly with open arms.Sophia rolled her eyes and breathed deeply. “Ethan doesn’t want to see me," she explained in exasperation.Rebecca can sense her annoyance, but there’s more to it. There were no tantrums and it made Rebecca feel weird. She glanced at her daughter with bewilderment and Sophia gave her mother an eerie smile.Then she showed her the photo Roy had photographed for her. “Money well spent," she said mockingly. “Oh my god,” Rebecca uttered in disgust. “Is she…”“Yes… Alive.” Sophia confirmed proudly, “No anesthesia when they remove the baby.” Rebecca glanced away and then smirked while crossing her arms. “You need to delete that. If someone sees it—”“See what?” Silas asks while walking down the stairwell. There are still bruises on his lip and forehead.“Sherah,” Sop
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
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
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
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
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
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 h
SOMEWHERE in New York…A Delta Tech employee’s hand trembled slightly as he dialed the number, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one was watching. His voice was low and hushed, as if speaking too loudly might make the darkness of the room swallow him whole."We’ve done what you asked. I expect the other half of the payment—"Before he could finish the sentence, a sharp ping sliced through the silence, the sound so sudden it almost felt like a warning. His eyes snapped to his phone, and a chill ran down his spine as he saw the notification:100 million dollars deposited into Delta Tech.A grin spread across his face, slick and dangerous. "Pleasure doing business with you, Madam," he muttered, the words laced with satisfaction.Without any response from the other side, the call ended with a cold finality, the line going dead. The man’s grip tightened on the phone, the weight of what had just transpired settling deep in his bones.He lingered in the silence for a moment, the quiet
“So why the eyes?” Nathan asked, pouring deep red wine into Fallon’s glass, the bottle tilting casually. It was a small, private celebration of their quiet triumph.Fallon’s smile was unsettling as she twirled the glass, inhaling the rich scent of the wine. Her voice was low, almost tender in its malice.“Because I hated how he looked at me that day... in that filthy alleyway.” She stared into the swirling liquid as if she could see the memory reflected there.“I begged. I reached out my hand for help... and all he did was stare at me, disgusted. Those judgmental, arrogant green eyes looked at me like I was filth. Like my existence wasn’t worth the dirt under his shoes. Now...” she raised her glass slightly, as if in a dark toast, “those eyes are nothing more than trophies. And Sebastian? He's nothing but a discarded footnote in this narrative.”She took a slow sip, letting the bitterness sit on her tongue, savoring it.“You know...” she continued, her voice softening, “it’s not easy
NATHAN entered their Manhattan home, a three-bedroom, two-bathroom bungalow with a study and a garage that could hold three cars. The house stood behind tall, secure gates.He whistled triumphantly, savoring the memory of Ethan’s face as he delivered the hard truth and walked away."You sound extremely happy today. Care to share what happened at dinner with the Farwells?" Fallon's voice floated from another room.Nathan stopped whistling and tossed his keys onto the console table by the door. He didn’t bother turning on the lights as he made his way to the living room, his shoes clicking softly against the polished wood floors.Silence stretched between them.Fallon, sensing something was off, stepped out cautiously, gripping a baseball bat in her hands — just in case.But instead of an intruder, she was greeted by Nathan’s low, rumbling laughter.With a flick of the switch, warm light flooded the room, revealing Nathan sprawled lazily on the sofa — his mouth swollen and bruised, a mis
Ethan arrived at his grandmother’s house and parked beside a familiar white Porsche. He glanced inside, spotting a pair of women’s shoes and a man’s coat tossed carelessly in the backseat.Carrying an expensive bottle of wine, he stepped into the manor. Laughter echoed from the living room—his grandmother and Nathan. The sound stirred something in him. Since Sherah’s death, the house had been silent, cloaked in mourning. But now, hearing her laugh again—because of Nathan—softened Ethan, if only slightly.“Maybe I’ll let him live,” he thought dryly.“Grandma,” he greeted with a faint smile that didn’t reach his hollow eyes.“Ah! There you are. You’re late,” she scolded.Nathan chuckled at the remark. He finds it ironic. The three of them sat down for dinner.“When will Fallon visit again?” Madam Farwell asked Nathan. The question was casual—affectionate.Ethan’s thoughts froze. “Grandma knows the Porsche girl?”Nathan looked at the elderly woman, now in her eighties, and replied, “She
On their way home, Nathan gave Fallon a rundown of what had transpired during his dinner with Ethan and the others."You! Fourteen shots? Seriously?!" Fallon yelled at Nathan, eyes on the road, her left hand gripping the steering wheel, and her right hand lightly punching his arm.“What were you thinking?” she added, exasperated.Nathan mimicked her tone playfully, then chuckled.“Stop laughing at me!” she snapped. “And don’t give me that lost puppy look—it’s not going to work.”He reached over, gently caressing her leg before pressing a kiss to her cheek. The stench of alcohol in his breath made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. She pushed him away slightly, still focused on the road.“Put your seatbelt on and sleep it off.” She demanded."You're supposed to befriend him, not annoy him," she mumbled under her breath, though a smile tugged at her lips. A part of her was secretly dying to see Ethan’s annoyed expression again—she always found it oddly adorable."I think he likes me," Nath
Thirty minutes had gone by, and Nathan Kingsley was still nowhere to be seen.Nathan’s carefree, happy-go-lucky attitude infuriated Ethan. The man had confirmed his attendance a month ago and reconfirmed the time and place just 24 hours earlier.These seats weren’t ceremonial—they were crucial. The bidding event was one of the most significant deals in Farwell Group's recent history.Had Nathan declined in advance, the next largest investor would've taken his seat. At events like this, there was a strict protocol to follow: the President or Vice President must be present, along with the top six investors. Together, they represented over 40–55% of the company's total shares, ensuring that decisions weren’t made unilaterally.Ethan himself held an 18% share, followed by others holding 10%, 9%, 8%, 5%, and so on.At precisely 3:05 PM, Ethan had already welcomed everyone. The first presenter had just risen to speak when the door opened, stealing everyone's attention.In walked Nathan.He w
Madam Farwell had been unsettled by Fallon Kingsley’s sudden presence in her life. There was a powerful, inexplicable urge to keep the young woman close. Her maternal instincts screamed to protect Fallon—yet she couldn’t understand why.The thought gnawed at her mind, making it nearly impossible to focus on her day-to-day routines. At one point, she found herself standing motionless in her room, unsure of what she was even supposed to be doing.Her gaze drifted to the framed photo on her dresser—A photo of her, Ethan, and Sherah on the young couple's wedding day.Sherah was wearing an elegant white dress. She was all smiles, while Ethan looked unsure why he was there.“Stupid boy,” the Madam scoffed.And then, suddenly, the mystery unraveled."It was the eyes." She mumbled to herself as she stared at Sherah's eyes intensely.Fallon’s eyes were almost identical to Sherah’s—but colder. Hardened. As if they had seen something unspeakably horrific. A woman who had not just endured grief…
“Don’t tell her about the extent of her injuries.” Rebecca strictly demanded to all the doctors and nurses, and instead of urging the police to solve the crime committed against her daughter, she paid a hefty amount for them to hush it out.To let it vanish among the mountain of unsolved assault cases.Weeks passed, and Sophia returned home, oblivious to the truth. She knew she’d bled, but assumed it was menstrual blood mingled with the mystery woman’s brutality.No one had told her otherwise, and she never asked. All she remembered was being bound and gagged, struck again and again, her face and the inside of her mouth cut to ribbons.But tonight is different. Tonight, memories pour in like an unforgiving flood.She went to bed early, trying to sleep off the exhaustion and disappointment, knowing that the cut on her forehead would never heal. The doctor specifically told her that the perpetrator used a chemical to worsen her scar and turn it into an ugly keloid. The only consolation
“Do you know, Nathan… one of them called my child a naked mole rat after yanking my baby out of me,” Fallon muttered, seated before the vanity mirror.Nathan walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck.“What they said doesn’t matter now, does it?”She smiled eerily, staring blankly at her reflection.“No. Their voices are starting to fade. Like their lives hang in the balance… wishing I’ll have mercy and finally let them die. But still, the memories— they follow me like shadows.”He noticed how vacant her gaze had become, how lost she looked.“By the way, Mother called. She has already sent the package you forgot to bring,” he said, smoothly shifting the topic, grounding her back to their mission.Her lips curled with renewed determination.“I need to call her and thank her,” she murmured, cupping Nathan’s cheek as he rested his head on her shoulder.“No need,” he whispered gently, kissing her neck.“Just focus on winning Madam Farwell's favor for us... Okay?”She stared at him through