"Remain calm! This is the police!" The bellow echoed through the hall, just as the double doors at the rear of the room exploded open with a force that caused several attendees to recoil.
Serena's heart skipped a beat. The room morphed into a whirlpool of navy blue uniforms pouring in, stark against the sea of evening gowns and tuxedos. Serena’s vision narrowed on one figure walking amongst them—Alex, his eyes filled with an emotion she couldn't decipher from this distance. "Serena?" A hushed voice nearby questioned, but it was swallowed by the rising cacophony of confusion enveloping her. "Is this part of some performance art?" A woman's voice quivered with nervous amusement but it quickly smothered as reality set in. "Alex," Serena mouthed soundlessly, her grip on the trophy slackening. Fear wove its icy tendrils around her heart and her breath felt as though it was being trapped within a cage of ribs constricted with dread. What could Alex be doing here? And why was he surrounded by officers? Her thoughts began to spin out of control. She felt desperate for an answer that could make sense of this chaos unfolding before her eyes. "Beg your pardon! Make way!" An officer muscled his way forward, his face set in stern lines. His hand hovered near his holstered weapon in a silent symbol of authority. A sense of foreboding washed over Serena. The noise around her seemed to dip as though underwater; every sound muffled except for the relentless thudding in her chest. "Serena Bolting?" The leading officer halted before her as his gaze bore into hers. "You need to come with us." "To go with you?" Her laugh rang out hollow and incredulous amidst the commotion."But…I've just won my award…I don't understand." "This matter is grave, ma'am. Please step down." He gestured towards the side of the stage and signaled his partner to aid her descent. "On what charges?" Her voice wavered, betraying a torrent of emotions threatening to shatter her composure. "We'll discuss this privately, Miss Bolting." His tone was firm and allowing no room for argument. However, his expression softened slightly—a reluctant acknowledgment of the spectacle they were creating. "Privately?" She echoed numbly. This couldn't be happening. Not now, not after everything she'd strived for. Since leaving the hospital, her mind had been unsettled. A sense of foreboding lingered about this evening, centered on the fear of last night's events being exposed. However, the scene unfolding before her seemed disconnected from that. The presence of the police indicated a different situation altogether. Panic fluttered like a trapped bird within her. "Can someone please explain what's going on here?" The plea slipped from her lips; a desperate call for anyone who could shed some light on this bewildering situation. "Serena, you need to cooperate," Alex's strained voice finally pierced through the din. He was close enough now for her to see an unsettling indifference etched into his features. "Alex?" Her query was a lifeline thrown into the tumultuous sea of confusion. She sought solace in his familiar face amidst the madness that had upended her moment of glory. "It's best if we talk away from these prying eyes," he insisted with an icy detachment and extended a hand but halted before making contact. Serena invuluntiarily let go of the award. It clattered onto the podium and forgotten as she took a shaky step forward, ignoring the faces blurred by shock and whispering mouths. Her gaze locked with Mia’s whose smirk had morphed into an expression of morbid fascination. "Miss Bolting, you need to come with us now," the officer repeated firmly, urging her offstage with a gentle but insistent hand. The murmur of the crowd swelled like a tide against the shores of Serena's consciousness. Each whisper and gasp was like another wave eroding her composure. She felt as though she were standing in an echo chamber where the walls were papered with her name, yet the sound that reached her was distant and hollowed out by disbelief. "Hold it!" a sudden authorative bark sliced through the cacophony. The commanding tone, deep and resonant like the tolling of a cathedral bell, cleaved through the chaotic noise with an undeniable force, causing even the most raucous sounds to quiver and fade in its wake. That voice. It ignited hope within Serena and she quickly veered around to see the person. How come she hadn’t noticed he was here until now? Of course, he would give anything to be here for her on this joyous event. Her father walked gracefully toward them. His posture was straight as a mast in turbulent seas and brow furrowed with the lines of a man who had weathered countless storms. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice the kind that had once commanded boardrooms before it had retired to quieter pursuits. Men in black suits instantly swarmed the hall and stood as a shield between Serena, her dad, and the cops. The police officer turned slightly, his stance rigid, his mouth a tight line beneath stern eyes. He seemed to weigh his words before speaking, perhaps considering the gravity they would carry across the hushed hall. "Good evening, Mr. President! Sir, we need to speak with your daughter." His voice was gruff, and yet not unkind—a professional attempting to maintain decorum in a situation quickly slipping from his grasp. The crowd parted like the Red Sea with collective intakes of breath marking the space between action and reaction. Serena's gaze darted from the officer to her father, seeking refuge in the familiar lines of his face yet finding none. His frown deepened, the shadows of it etching confusion and fear into her very soul. Serena's heart raced like hooves pounding on pavement; each beat resonated through her chest like thunder reverberating in a stormy sky. The weight of uncertainty bore down on her shoulders like Atlas carrying the world upon his back. "Dad," she whispered desperately, reaching out for him as if he were a lifeline in an unforgiving sea. Her voice trembled with unshed tears that threatened to spill over at any moment. Her father's eyes softened briefly before steeling themselves once more with resolve. "It's alright, baby," he murmured reassuringly, though his grip on her hand spoke volumes about his own inner turmoil masked by a facade of calm authority. The tension in the air crackled like electricity before a storm; each breath drawn felt heavy with impending revelation. The dance of emotions played out on Serena's face like shadows cast by flickering flames. Fear intermingled with defiance as she squared her shoulders. "Speak with her? About what?" Her father's words landed in Serena's ears like a life raft thrown into the churning waters of uncertainty, momentarily steadying her tumultuous thoughts. "Sir, this is not the place for discussion. There are protocols—" "Protocols be damned!" Her father's voice boomed, his fist clenched at his side, knuckles turning ghostly white with tension. "That's my daughter!"Serena felt her heart pounding against her ribs, each beat echoing a painful reminder that her world—the one where she had been ascending to the peak of her dreams just moments ago was now unraveling before her eyes like a tapestry coming undone thread by thread.The urge to scream and demand answers clawed at her insides, but a suffocating pressure gripped her throat as if invisible fingers were tightening around it.“Please let me do my job, sir. The press is present and we do not want others to assume you are trying to stop an investigation because the suspect is your daughter,” the officer interjected sharply, his tone laced with malice.Serena could already foresee the direction this confrontation was taking. "Please, Dad..." Her voice wavered, barely above a whisper in a plea for calm directed both inwardly and towards him. "Let's... let's just find out what they want."She dreaded dragging him into this mess, knowing how quickly people would judge and seek faults in those they
Serena's wrists, so delicate, felt the harsh bite of the unforgiving metal handcuffs as the police officer gently ushered her into the back of the van.She glanced over her shoulder at her father, President Bolting, who stood with a calm and composed demeanor at the entrance of the prestigious Royal Hotel. Despite his stoic exterior, his eyes revealed a tumultuous mix of pain and disbelief.The van doors slammed shut, sealing Serena off from the chaos erupting outside.She drew a shuddering breath. This had to be some cruel mistake. Her, accused of murder? The absurdity of it all threatened to overwhelm her.Her trembling hands fumbled for her phone before remembering it had been confiscated as evidence.A whimper escaped her lips as the van rumbled to life, its tires crunching on the gravel drive.Outside, President Bolting watched helplessly as the van carrying his daughter disappeared around the bend.As soon as it was out of sight, he pivoted on his heel and stormed toward his lin
The people in the crowd gasped in shock as President Bolting's fist connected with Alex Montgomery's face.A hushed murmur rippled through the gathered spectators as they witnessed the leader of their nation losing his composure in such a violent display.Alex staggered back, clutching his jaw, but the smirk never left his face. In fact, it seemed to widen into a satisfied grin as he straightened and squared his shoulders, seemingly relishing in the president's loss of control.This was exactly the reaction he had been aiming to provoke.President Bolting stood heaving with fists still clenched at his sides as he glared daggers at the younger man.The once immaculate suit was now in disarray, while his perfectly styled hair was now unkempt. It was clear that Alex's taunts had shattered the carefully constructed image of composure he presented to the world.The murmurs grew louder as phone cameras began documenting the scandalous scene.President Bolting could sense the scrutiny from a
It felt as though the bustling city had turned a deaf ear to President Bolting’s pleas despite him being the most powerful man in the country. The scandal seemed to have eroded people’s faith in him, chipping away at the respect they once held for their leader.But he wouldn't let them tarnish Serena's reputation this way. He couldn't.President Bolting made a silent vow then and there - he'd bring forth the truth and vindicate his precious daughter no matter what it took.Deep within him, the middle-aged man knew it was against protocol for authorities to divulge information about ongoing investigations, especially when relatives of suspects were involved.His presidential authority didn’t exempt him from this rule. Yet, propelled by desperation and paternal love, he decided to take matters into his own hands and reach out directly to the detective leading Serena's case.President Bolting searched through his contact lists with trembling fingers and dialled a particular number.He ha
Alex strode through the ornate double doors of his mansion with a self-satisfied smirk playing across his chiseled features.He had just left the award gala where his carefully orchestrated scandal had played out perfectly. He had successfully destroyed his wife, Serena's reputation.Slipping off his designer jacket, he made his way upstairs with the intent on celebrating his triumph during his sweet dreams tonight.As he pushed open the bedroom door, his eyes locked onto the vision lounging on his silk sheets. It was a lady, clad in barely-there red lingerie with her lips curled into a sultry smile.A wicked grin graced Alex’s face. Exactly who he had been expecting!"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little minx," Alex purred, crossing the room in a few long strides.He cupped her enchanting face in one hand while his thumb traced the curve of her full lips. "I take it you enjoyed the show this evening?"The lady’s eyes danced with wicked amusement as she reached up to loosen his
The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an unforgiving glare on the dingy interrogation room.Serena's delicate features were etched with apprehension as she surveyed the bare walls and scuffed linoleum floor.A battered metal table stood as the room's centerpiece, flanked by two unstable chairs that looked as if they could barely support her slight frame.She lowered herself gingerly onto one of the chairs, back ramrod straight, every fiber of her being exuding the poise and elegance that had made her a beloved celebrity. Yet her eyes betrayed a tempest of emotions - fear, anger, and a deep sadness that pierced her usually impassive demeanor.The door creaked open, and Serena tensed involuntarily. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into the sleek wooden armrests as she steeled herself for the onslaught of accusations to come.A young officer strode in with file in hand, His gaze immediately locked onto her lithe frame."Miss Bolting," he acknowledged with a curt nod b
A harsh bang on the table made Serena flinch back to reality.She looked up to find Davis glaring at her again with his lips curled into a sneer."Quit playing games, Miss Bolting. We have witnesses who saw you fleeing the scene covered in Miss Delaney's blood. You might as well fess up now and save us all some time."Panic gripped Serena's chest at those accusations. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. This couldn't be true. It wasn’t true.She opened her mouth to speak, but only a strangled sound came out.Jenkins stepped in smoothly. "That's enough inflammatory assertions for now, Officer Davis. My client is not obligated to submit to your prosecutorial badgering without more substantive evidence."His calm, even tones helped Serena regain her equilibrium.Davis looked furious but couldn't seem to regain his footing against the accomplished lawyer. For the first time, a flicker of hope sparked within Serena's embattled heart.Jenkins maintained his professional demeanor as Davi
Jenkins turned to Davis. "Now, about securing my client's release on bail..."Officer Davis let out a harsh bark of laughter. "You can't be serious. After what we've heard today? Your client is a person of interest in a brutal murder case. She's not going anywhere until we get to the bottom of this."Keeping his voice level, Jenkins replied, "Miss Bolting has been fully cooperative. She's an upstanding citizen with no criminal record. There are no grounds to continue holding her.""Says you," Davis retorted, his eyes narrowing. "The evidence so far paints a different picture. As I said, your client had motive - a jealous rage over her man's cheating. And her fragile state today speaks volumes."Serena opened her mouth to protest, but Jenkins raised his hand, signaling her to stay quiet and let him do the talking."We'll let the courts decide if there are sufficient grounds for charges," the lawyer stated firmly. "For now, I'm invoking my client's rights and requesting her immediate re