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
~Meanwhile~Serena's body jerked forward as the sleek town car suddenly came to a halt. Red and blue lights were flashing behind the tinted windows. The Police! Serena gasped inwardly. Why were they here again?Jenkins put a reassuring hand on her trembling fingers. "Stay inside, Miss Bolting. I'll handle this."His authoritative tone did little to calm Serena's frayed nerves. He stepped out onto the desolate road, the door clicking shut behind him.She strained to make out his muffled words as he approached the blockade of patrol cars. Though she couldn't hear the exchange, Jenkins' rigid posture and terse gestures made it clear he was pissed off.Serena's stomach twisted into knots. They were so close to whisking her away from this nightmare. But now the flashing lights seemed to mock her, trapping her like an animal caught in their sights.Her throat burned with unshed tears as she watched Jenkins run an agitated hand through his dirty blond hair. A heated argument was ongoing
The jarring ringtone sliced through the hazy afterglow, shattering the tranquil silence that had enveloped the couple tangled on the large plush bed.Alex stirred, his brow furrowing as he reached blindly for the offending device. The seductive lithe form shifted beside him, the sheets tangling around her lissom curves as she blinked owlishly in the dim light filtering through the heavy drapes."Speak!" Alex answered gruffly, his voice still roughened by exertion and the dregs of slumber. He stiffened almost imperceptibly when the voice on the other end relayed its message."Very well. I'll be right down."Snapping the phone shut, he turned to find the woman watching him with undisguised curiosity. Her tousled chestnut locks framed her face in an enticing disarray, and the smudged remains of her deep crimson lipstick only enhanced the wicked allure dancing in her kohl-rimmed eyes."That was Paul. My father has arrived at the manor." he supplied without any preamble.A muscle ticked in
Alex got busy with making plans to seize the power that was left vacant due to the death of President Bolting which was finally announced more than an hour ago.He immediately left for the office after seeing his father and the mysterious lady off.The ring of his cell phone sliced through the thick silence inside his office.Alex glanced down at the caller ID and a knot twisted in his gut.He motioned for his assistance to leave before answering with a curt, "Hello?""Alex." A familiar female rasped. “I just saw the news. People are going to start feeling sorry for her. You have to do something before she gains their sympathy."Alex clenched his jaw. The irritation radiating off of him at the voice of the caller was palpable but he maintained his composure. "I know. I'm worried if this sympathy takes hold, her story might start seeming believable.""Exactly!" the woman’s urgency crackled through the line. "You can't let her get out of this, Alex. I need you to call an emergency press