Anita and Anna made their way down the hallway in silence, the sound of their heels clicking against the polished floors. As they walked toward the exit, Anita’s mind raced with everything that had just happened. She felt conflicted. James’ unexpected kindness had stirred emotions she thought she had buried a long time ago.“Are you okay?” Anna asked softly, breaking the silence as they reached the outside.She stopped and turned to face her friend. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I feel like my life is spinning out of control. One moment I’m fighting to keep my marriage intact, and the next I’m sitting in the office of a man I thought I’d never see again.”Anna placed a comforting hand on her arm. “You don’t have to face this alone. We’ll figure out what Charles is up to, and whatever happens, you’ll come out stronger.”She nodded, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and sadness. “I just can’t believe I let things get this far. How could I have been so blind? Margaret… Charles… all
Damian paused, his eyes narrowing as he processed Elara’s plea. His instincts screamed for revenge, for swift and brutal justice. Yet, here was the woman he cared for, asking him to show mercy to the man who had caused her so much pain. It made no sense, and the conflict raged within him.“Elara, do you really think Charles will just admit everything and clear your name? He’s a snake. He’ll twist the truth until you’re buried in more lies,” Damian argued, his voice low but intense. He couldn’t fathom letting Charles walk away with anything less than death.Elara’s breath hitched. She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, still under the effects of her medication. “I know,” she said, her voice fragile. “But killing him won’t solve this. It’ll only make things worse for me... for you. If he dies, all of this will remain unresolved. I want the truth to come out. I want justice the right way.”Damian ran a hand through his hair. The air felt heavy with unspoken tension. Jackson, who had been
Asher’s eyes widened in terror as Damian’s chilling words echoed through the cold, dimly lit cell. Fear coursed through him, his body trembling uncontrollably as he struggled to breathe.“Y-you… can’t do this to me,” Asher stammered, his voice weak from the beatings, but there was still a hint of defiance behind the pain.Damian’s gaze was unyielding, his expression betraying no sympathy. “I already have. But don’t worry, we’re just getting started.”Jackson stood behind Damian, arms folded, observing Asher’s pitiful state. “You really thought you could do that to her?” Jackson asked with a scoff. “After everything you did, did you actually believe you’d walk away unscathed?”Asher groaned, attempting to sit up, but his body failed him. The agony was too intense, and he collapsed onto the cold stone floor once more. Damian crouched down, his piercing gaze locking onto Asher’s swollen eyes.“I did nothing,” Asher said. “You should hold Charles responsible.”“I’m only going to ask you t
Damian’s mind raced as he watched Jackson walk away, the echoes of their conversation lingering in the stillness of the room. His mood was dark, his emotions as unreadable as the still waters of a deep lake hiding unseen currents beneath. His thoughts drifted back to Asher, now a shattered shell, abandoned in a cold underground cell, barely holding on to life. His rage remained unabated, simmering just below the surface, ready to boil over once more. Asher’s confession had done little to quell the fury eating away at him. The truth of whether anything had truly happened to Elara didn’t matter – Asher had crossed a line by laying a hand on her and even entertaining the idea of causing her harm. And then there was Charles. The man who had orchestrated the whole thing. He clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the rising tide of violence within him. Handing him over to the police would be too easy, too clean. But the deal was set, and Damian had no intention of reneging on the contract. C
Damian stood outside Elara’s room, listening to her quiet breathing as she rested. The weight of everything that had transpired in the last few days bore down on him, but for the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of relief. Charles was in police custody, Asher would never pose a threat again, and Elara was safe.His phone buzzed, breaking the silence. It was Jackson.“Damian, there’s something you need to know,” Jackson said, his voice urgent.Damian’s brow furrowed as he stepped away from the door, his heart sinking. “What is it?”“They’re not going to hold Charles for long. His lawyers are already working on getting him out on bail, and it looks like they’re going to succeed.”“What are you saying?” Damian asked. “Did you not give the documents to the officer?”Jackson sighed over the phone. “Yes, I did, but…”Damian yelled, his frustration clear. “But what?”“They said it wasn’t enough,” Jackson replied.A surge of anger flared within Damian, his hands balling into fists.
She smirked. “My husband? You won’t be that soon.” Anita knew he could try hard to deny it, given how he was speaking yesterday when she was there. After she left, she went back to his firm to find James, and she had asked for the footage. She shoved her hand into her bag and pulled out her phone. She swiped and clicked on the footage, playing it. She turned it over and showed him how he was enjoying and moaning while she was sucking him. Charles’s eyes widened even more. He tried to process it.“How?” he asked, shock lacing his voice. “How did you get it?”She laughed, her laugh dry. “I was a fool. I was worried and couldn’t sleep, thinking something bad must have happened to you.” She paused, trying to fight the tears that threatened to fall. “But who could have imagined that you were enjoying yourself, and you dared to tell me you loved me, you son of a bitch?”“How did you fucking get that footage of me?”“So, you were the one?” Anita asked. “In it. With her.”“Answer my question!
Each step she took felt heavier, her chest tightening with the weight of emotions she had tried so hard to suppress. Betrayal, anger, sadness—it all swirled inside her like a storm ready to break loose. Charles’s pleas echoed in her ears, but they only fueled the fire burning inside her. How could he even dare to ask for forgiveness after what he had done?As she reached her car, she paused. Her hands shook as she fumbled for the keys in her bag. She pressed her palms against the car’s cool surface, trying to regain her composure, but the tears continued to spill. “I loved him,” she whispered to herself, her voice thick with emotion. “I really loved him.” And yet, here she was, standing on the edge of her marriage, staring at the wreckage of what once was.But love wasn’t enough. Not anymore.She wiped her tears and steeled herself, her resolve hardening. There was no turning back. The divorce papers were already in the works, and soon, she would be free. Free from the lies, free from
She staggered back, still clutching her cheek. “You don’t know who you’re messing with,” Nina hissed, her eyes burning with fury. “You think you’re something, don’t you? Just because you’re Damian’s little plaything.”Elara didn’t flinch. Her gaze remained steady as she took a step closer, her voice low but laced with warning. “I am Damian’s wife. And as long as you are under this roof, you will respect me and everyone who works here.”Nina’s lips twisted into a sneer, but she said nothing, her hand still pressed against the cheek that Elara had struck. She was clearly not used to being put in her place, especially not by someone she saw as beneath her. But Elara had no intention of letting her walk over her or anyone in her household. Not after everything she had been through.Before Nina could make another move, Anita, still trembling from the earlier altercation, stepped forward. “Ma’am,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Please... I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”Elara turned
Daniel Regars stood before her, his presence filling the small visiting room with an intensity that made Serena’s breath catch. Gone was the man she once knew. This Daniel was different. Cold. Calculating. His eyes held a depth of contempt that made her skin crawl.“I didn’t expect you,” Serena whispered, her voice a mixture of surprise and apprehension. Her hope of seeing her daughter had been cruelly replaced by this unexpected encounter.Daniel’s lips curved into a slight, cruel smile. “Really?“Serena’s mind raced. Her current state; imprisoned, stripped of power, tormented by her cellmates, was already a punishment. But the look in Daniel’s eyes suggested he had something far more devastating planned.“What do you want?” she asked, her once-powerful voice now reduced to a desperate whisper.Daniel’s eyes bore into Serena, his posture rigid and controlled. He had come with a proposition. A lifeline that could potentially free her from the suffocating prison walls. But Serena’s wor
Serena sat down in her prison, biting her fingers nervously. She had tried her best, given it her all, to contact her daughter, but to no avail. What could have happened to her? She was getting worried day by day. Her once-powerful status had crumbled, leaving her vulnerable and trapped.“Hey, what is wrong with you?” someone yelled at her, but she refused to answer. Her thoughts were far away from where she was. “How dare you ignore me?”“What the heck are you doing?” Serena screamed as two of the prison women held her hands on Laura’s command.Laura stood up, approaching her with a sly smile on her face. “You should listen to what I’m saying, bitch.” She pulled her hair. Serena tried to protest, but before she could utter a word, Laura hit her face.“How dare you!” Serena screamed. “Do you know who you’re treating like this?”“Who the heck are you?” Laura spat. “In here, you are nothing but a lowly person,” she added, hitting her on the belly with her leg.“Ah,” Serena cried out, fa
The tension in the room intensified as Vera broke away from the kiss, her gaze fixed on Jackson’s face. His expression was gentle and vulnerable, just as she had hoped. She reached out to touch his cheek, a deliberate move to draw him further into her grasp.“I’ve been so lost without you,” she whispered. “There’s something I need to tell you, something important.” She led him to sit beside her on the plush sofa, her movements deliberately hesitant. “It’s about Elara.”Jackson stiffened at the name. “What about her?”“I’ve heard... troubling things.” Vera’s voice trembled perfectly. “About her connection to certain criminal elements. People who’ve been released from prison recently.” She watched his expression shift, doubt creeping in like a shadow.“She isn’t the type.”“Are you accusing me of lying, Jack?" she interrupted, cutting him off. “You’ve known me since we were kids.”“Vera.”“You don’t trust me, do you?” She stopped. “Or do you still believe I have feelings for Damian and
Daniel Regars stood outside the towering iron gates, a free man for the first time in years. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the crisp air of freedom, but it did little to soothe the rage simmering beneath his calm facade. Freedom meant nothing to him, not when his family was shattered, his father dead behind prison walls.He didn’t know why he was released so soon, but he could take this opportunity to destroy both of them.Daniel clenched his fists, a dark smile flickering at the corners of his mouth. “They’ll pay,” he murmured to himself. “For my father, for my family. They will both pay.”He didn’t know when or how, but vengeance had been his only thought, the one idea keeping him alive in that cell, counting down the days to his release. Who knew he could be released sooner? Now he was out, and nothing would stand between him and retribution.Daniel didn’t waste time. He knew he would need allies, someone who shared his hatred for Elara and Damian. His mind circled back
Elizabeth’s living room settled into a delicate quiet, broken only by the baby’s soft coos and the gentle tick of an antique clock on the mantel. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed her skirt, decades of stolen life weighing heavily in the air between them.“You must have so many questions,” Elizabeth said, her voice carrying the weight of unbearable loss. “About what really happened. About her.”Damian sat on the couch beside Elara, who was still cradling their son. His eyes hadn’t left the baby’s face, as if memorizing every detail he’d missed. “Start from the beginning,” he said, his voice tight. “Start with how Serena stole everything.”Elizabeth’s composed demeanor cracked, revealing raw pain beneath. “She was Father’s illegitimate daughter. My half-sister. But being Father’s secret child wasn’t enough for her – she wanted everything. My life. My identity.” She paused, struggling with the memories. “The day you were born, son... the happiest day of my life became my worst
Damian’s car wound through the quiet streets of the suburban neighborhood, each turn bringing them closer to the address Ghost had provided.Elara’s fingers drummed restlessly against her thigh, her heart pounding in her chest with each passing moment. The sun cast long shadows across the pavement, a reminder of how their world had shifted since Nina’s revelation just days ago.“It’s just around this corner,” Damian said, his voice tight with an emotion Elara couldn’t quite place. He had been unusually quiet since they’d left the house, lost in thoughts he seemed reluctant to share. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, betraying the tension coursing through him.The car slowed to a stop before a modest two-story home, its white exterior pristine against the backdrop of a well-maintained garden. Rose bushes lined the walkway, their blooms adding splashes of color to the serene setting. Elara reached for the door handle, but Damian’s hand caught her wrist, stopping her.“
Elara felt Damian tense beside her, his hand tightening around hers.“The baby,” Nina said, her voice barely above a whisper. “The one my mother had killed... he’s alive.”The words hung in the air, seeming to suck the breath from Elara’s lungs. Alive? How could that be possible? She had mourned that child, had borne the devastating grief of his loss for months.“What are you saying?” Damian asked, his voice tinged with a desperate hope that Elara dared not give in to.“I overheard her,” Nina explained, her gaze fixed on the ground. “Giving instructions to the assassin, Ghost... she wanted the baby dead, to sever the last tie between you and Elara. But I... I couldn’t let him do it. I begged him, pleaded with him, until he agreed to spare the child’s life.”Elara felt the world tilt on its axis, her heart racing as the implications of Nina’s words sank in. Their child, the one they had been robbed of, was alive. Alive and out there, somewhere, all this time.“Where is he?” she demande
“Nina, my daughter,” Serena called as she spoke softly to her. “Thank you for coming.”Nina smirked, studying the frail woman before her with cold eyes. She hadn’t come out of concern or love. The only reason she was here was her mother’s manipulative threat of self-harm. The text message still burned in her mind: Come see me, or I’ll end it all. Another one of her mother’s desperate plays for attention.A bitter smirk twisted Nina’s lips. She may have been forced here, but that didn’t mean she had to pretend this was a happy reunion.“What do you want?” she asked, her tone sharp and irritable.“I know you must be angry with me, my dear daughter,” Serena said.She cut her off. “What do you want?”Serena drew a theatrical sigh, her shoulders slumping. “Please forgive me,” she whispered, her voice honeyed with practiced remorse. Her fingers clutched at the fabric of her sleeve. “You need to get me out of this place. I don’t belong here.” Her eyes darted around the stark walls before fix
After the trial, the city of Blackwood experienced a sense of relief, as if it had finally escaped the shadow of the Blackwood dynasty. The streets, once under the family’s influence, were now vibrant with a renewed energy and hope for a brighter future.Damian, driven by his own painful past, assumed leadership at Blackwood Industries, spearheading a transformation with Elara and their loyal allies. Together, they tackled the challenging mission of rooting out the long-standing corruption within the company.“It’s going to take time, but we’re committed to making this right,” Damian told a gathering of employees, his voice steady and resolute. “Serena’s crimes may have shattered the Blackwood name, but we’re going to rebuild it - piece by piece, if necessary - into something this city can be proud of once more.”The road ahead was not an easy one. Restoring the company’s reputation, repairing the damage done to its financial standing, and regaining the trust of both customers and sha