~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
An ominous silence fell over the sleek, black van as it pulled up to the towering courthouse.Serena's chest tightened when her gaze landed on the seething crowd that outnumbered even the ravenous one they'd escaped at the police station.An array of angry faces blended together, bound by their shared animosity and stoking one another's rage like a roaring inferno.Serena swallowed hard. She had faced her share of obsessive fans and paparazzi frenzies, but this...this was different. These were mobs vying for her blood.Her delicate fingers trembled as she clutched the door handle, steeling herself to face the barrage of hateful words that was sure to come."Just keep your head down and let us do our job." a gruff voice beside her muttered.Serena took a deep breath and gave a curt nod, stepping aside to let them lead her out onto the steps.A thunderous bellow burst from the mob, sending a wave of hateful words hurtling towards her as a barrage of venomous allegations and derogatory r
Jenkin watched in awe as the two men effortlessly dispatched his would-be attackers in a flurry of well-aimed bullets.It was over in seconds, and the disturbing silence that followed rang in his ears.The two strangers prowled towards Jenkin's crumpled vehicle with the focused intensity of apex predators.One was a mountain of a man, his sculpted face betraying no trace of emotion. The other cut an intimidating figure, though his frightening demeanor was complemented by a wicked grin.Jenkin scrambled back when the grinning man leveled his gun at the windshield. "Out of the car, Counselor. Nice and slow," he said in a voice smooth as silk.Jenkin's mouth was drier than the Sahara. He fumbled with the door latch and stepped out on trembling legs to face his unlikely saviors.Up close, the intensity in the man’s pale eyes was jarring and predatory."W-Who the hell are you people?" Jenkin managed, fighting to keep his voice steady.Killian's grin widened a fraction, though the mirth nev
The luxurious black town car was utterly silent, the tension so thick and palpable that it felt like a physical force pressing in on them from all sides. Everyone inside the luxurious vehicle was staring at Jenkins with the same intense, unwavering gaze - as if he were a lamb being sized up for slaughter. Even Sevene, who had his eyes closed in an almost meditative repose mere moments ago, was now fully awake and alert, his sharp features etched with wariness. "Do you fear death?” A deep voice belonging to the masked man echoed.His mere presence was suffocating, overbearing in a way that made the hairs on the back of Jenkins's neck prickle with primal unease. Those piercing amber eyes seemed to bore straight through him, stripping away every pretense and lie until only his deepest fears and insecurities remained exposed. Jenkins could feel that hypnotic stare searing into him, seeing straight through to the darkest corners of his soul, and he had to fight the nearly overwh