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 tie. "Mmm, you were brilliant as always, darling. Watching you take down that sanctimonious Serena was...intoxicating." Her fingers trailed down his chest and she captured his mouth in a scorching kiss. Alex groaned against her lips, his hands roaming her body possessively. She had been his partner in crime for years now, assisting him in carrying out his most underhanded schemes. Her ruthless ambition matched his own. They were indeed a perfect match made in hell! Breaking the kiss, he murmured darkly, "And you'll be properly rewarded for your help, you delicious little minx..." Alex's hungry mouth trailed down the slender column of her neck as she arched against him with a breathy sigh. His hands roamed freely over the silky lingerie on her body and deftly loosened the flimsy garment until it pooled around her waist. "God, you're exquisite," he rasped, drinking in the sight of her with smoldering eyes. She rolled them over in one fluid motion, straddling his hips. And then, she slowly peeled away his dress shirt. "Less talking," she husked, leaning down to nip at his chiseled jaw. "More action, Mr. Montgomery." A low chuckle rumbled from Alex's chest as he pulled her flush against him. "As you wish..." Their lovemaking was fervent, fueled by the thrill of their recently executed takedown. She clawed at Alex's back as he drove into her. Their moans of ecstasy were muffled only by heated kisses. For this intoxicating moment, there was nothing but the dizzying friction of their bodies joined as one. Their passionate lovemaking lasted long into the night, two perfectly-matched co-conspirators reveling in their shared victory... However, the sudden jarring trill of Alex's phone broke through the haze of their passion. He growled in annoyance, making no move to answer it as the woman under him raked her nails down his straining abdomen. "Ignore it," she breathed against the perspiration beading his forehead. Alex flashed her a wicked grin. He obliged by capturing her lips in another searing kiss and losing himself in the divine oblivion she offered. The incessant ringing finally pierced through the euphoric bubble surrounding them. With a muttered curse, Alex disengaged from her slick heat and snatched up the phone. "What?" he snapped with displeasure at the intrusion. But his expression quickly morphed to one of surprise when the voice on the other end relied an urgent message. "Alright," Alex murmured, shooting the woman an apologetic look as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "This had better be important." He mouthed irritably. The female watched with hooded eyes as Alex's toned back muscles flexed with each clipped response. When his posture stiffened, she knew whatever news his man was imparting could disrupt their perfectly orchestrated plans. "I will be out in a moment," Alex stated flatly before ending the call with an exasperated jab of his finger. He turned towards the seductress on his bed, regret and hunger mingling in his gaze as they raked over her disheveled form. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against her damp hairline. "I must go. Something important has come up." She nodded slowly, though disappointment simmered beneath her composed veneer. Then again, she knew their dalliance was about more than just physical gratification. It was a celebration of their victory over Serena Bolting - a takedown executed with ruthless precision. Pushing herself upright, she allowed the rumpled bed sheet to slip teasingly from her body as she prowled towards Alex. "I expect a full briefing when you return," she purred, running a scarlet-tipped nail down his torso. "Don't keep me waiting too long, Mr. Montgomery." The muscle in Alex's jaw ticked with restraint. "You can count on that, baby." Alex gave her one last searing glance, desire simmering beneath his calculated exterior. With that, he turned on his heel and hastily redressed to head out. As he strode from the room, schemes and scenarios were already whirling through his mind. This summon could simply be their latest success - or perhaps something more insidious was afoot. His mind flashed back to the person waiting for his return so they could pick up from where they left off. Her cunning wit and insatiable ambition were invaluable assets while they dismantled their adversaries piece by delectable piece. The plush burgundy carpet muffled Alex's footsteps as he descended the grand staircase. His fingers trailed along the ornate banister, the cool metal grounding him. At the bottom, Inspector Davies awaited, hat in hand and back ramrod straight. "Montgomery," Davies greeted with a curt nod. "Inspector." Alex extended his hand, giving the other man's a firm shake. His gaze roamed the foyer, ensuring they were alone before continuing in a low tone. "I trust you've made the necessary arrangements on your end?" Davies' mustache twitched. "Everything is in place, per our discussion. All that remains is your role." Alex's jaw flexed. Though distasteful, he knew what needed to be done to preserve his interests and keep that infernal woman from disrupting his life further. "Everything is set. I'm prepared to see this through to the end." He reached into his pocket and retrieved an envelope, which he then handed to the inspector. "Some more damning evidence against my beloved wife." He let out a dry chuckle. The inspector's eyes glinted with understanding of the price one paid for ambition. "Excellent. I'll await your signal then." Alex's mirth disappeared and his face transformed into one of annoyance. “You didn't have to come here at this hour just for this. This meeting could have been rescheduled for tomorrow.” “What? Did I ruin your fun?” The inspector sneered. With a final nod, he turned on his heel and let himself out. Alex stared at the ornate door long after it clicked shut. He finally turned away from the door a few seconds later and his expression hardened into something more sinister. With measured strides, he made his way down the hallway towards the study. He needed to ensure every detail was accounted for, no loose thread left for Serena or her blasted supporter, if any to unravel. He entered the richly appointed room with grace and moved behind the large mahogany desk to open the bottom drawer. From it, he withdrew a thick manila envelope stuffed with damning evidence they'd painstakingly compiled against Serena. Fingerprints, financial records, witness statements - all neatly organized and ready to be wielded as weapons to keep that wretched woman behind bars. His fingers drummed against the envelope as he considered their plans. They would move swiftly, planting just enough to ensure Serena's bail was denied. Just enough so she couldn't slither free. He planned to unleash the full deluge on the appointed trial. By the time the gavel fell, Serena would be irreparably ruined with her reputation torn to shreds. A decisive victory to remove her stain from his life once and for all. A grim smile played on Alex’s lips at the thought. Soon, everything would be made right again. He could reclaim what was rightfully his without that infernal woman's interference. Turning on his heel, Alex strode from the study with renewed purpose. It was time to execute their final moves and cement Serena's downfall!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
~Meanwhile~Rest had been a total stranger to Serena throughout that pitch-black night from hell, completely oblivious of the latest scheme her dear husband had plotted against her.Her eyes were haunted and sunken, weighed down by sheer exhaustion like a pair of concrete blocks.Her voice had cracked like a fragile leaf about to be torn apart by the wind. Desperation seeped into every ragged syllable she had uttered until this moment.The salty tears brimmed on the precipice of her thick lashes, threatening to spill over at any second. "You have to believe me," Serena pleaded, her lower lip quivering. "I'm innocent, I swear on my life I didn't do anything wrong."These words had become a haunting mantra, echoing relentlessly in the hollow corners of her mind ever since she'd been forcibly hauled into this cold, dank holding cell hours ago.A sickening wave of nausea surged over Serena as the crushing weight of those damning accusations bore down on her like a torrential storm. Each w
Serena gradually clawed back from unconsciousness until the world around her swirled into focus.The stark reality of her predicament hit her like a sledgehammer as she found herself sprawled on a hard mattress and surrounded by a ring of concerned faces.At the forefront stood Kate, her loyal companion alongside several officers whose expressions bore a tumultuous blend of emotions etched across their features."Serena, are you alright?" The question was laced with genuine worry. It was Kate's voice, tender and trembling like a frightened bird caught in a storm.Their bond was more than just between a manager and her artist, and the severity of the moment only served to solidify that connection.Serena battled against the pulsating pain that echoed inside her skull, each throb a cruel reminder of her reality. She summoned whatever strength she had left to sit upright. The movement shot electrifying jolts of agony through her body as if her very nerves were rebelling against her."You