Mr. Ethan's lips curled into a smirk, the expression a fusion of amusement and mockery. "Threats come naturally to you, but execution is not your personality," he taunted, slowly dragging his tongue over his teeth. Emma stepped forward, her gaze locked onto his with unwavering intensity. "If I were you, I wouldn't say that," she warned, her voice low and ominous. Mr. Ethan leaned in, his breath hot on her face. "I had big plans for you, Emma. You were exceptional, talented. I wanted you in my bed and I could have given you everything you wanted. But you messed up by coming after me. Now, you'll pay with your life, and your loved ones will suffer too." With a final sneer, he turned and sauntered away. Emma's hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. "We'll just have to see about that," she called after him, but couldn't ignore what he had just said about coming after the people she loved. Ethan had always be open about his attack on her, but clearly letting her kn
The kitchen resembled a destructive whirlwind's aftermath, its disorganized state causing Tina to recoil in fear and shock. Pots and pans littered the ground, cupboards flung open, their contents strewn about in a chaotic display of shattered dinnerware and scattered sustenance. Upon hearing the sound of breaking glass and Tina's gasps, Emma hurried over to investigate. Her breath caught in her throat as she entered the kitchen. The dining table lay on its side, chairs haphazardly overturned. The room was littered with shards of broken glass from shattered plates. Emma's voice came out barely above a whisper, "Why did they not ravage the living room?" Tina merely shrugged, her shoulders tense and her movements jolty as she backed away from the kitchen. Emma watched as Tina's eyes rapidly scanned the damage, before striding towards the bedroom. Emma followed, her heart hammering in her chest. Tina flung open the bedroom door, revealing a scene of complete chaos. Clothes were f
"The founder and former CEO of the Maddox empire, Mr. Ethan, has become a topic of speculation in the town's gossip circles. Shocking revelations have surfaced from an undisclosed source, implicating his role in his wife's death six years ago; what was previously deemed a murder has now been declared a suicide by the authorities," the reporter declared, her delivery calm yet laced with intrigue. Emma leaned in, transfixed by the news unfolding on the television screen. The reporter's words echoed in her mind, leaving her in a state of disbelief. "Furthermore, new details have emerged about a recent fire that engulfed a building. According to another anonymous source, Mr. Ethan's personal assistant and son were spotted near the premises just hours before the incident," the reporter continued. The camera panned to the charred remains of the building, the sight causing Emma's heart to race. She recognized the structure as the place where Tina had been staying, now reduced to a smold
Turning away from the window, she took a moment to survey her office. She hadn't really taken the time to appreciate it before. The polished mahogany desk, the sleek black leather chair, meticulously organized shelves. However, there were subtle signs of rearranged items—a misplaced book, a slightly open drawer, and a wastebasket filled with shredded paper. It was clear that Mr. Ethan had visited late at night. He had evidently been busy, removing anything that could implicate him. Emma made a mental note to have the locks changed. She approached the shelf where she had retrieved a folder during her initial few days on the job. Most of the documents were now missing, leaving empty gaps and a thin layer of dust. She ran her fingers over the remaining files, her mind racing with inquiries. Returning to her seat, she glanced at her itinerary for the day. The board meeting was scheduled for later on, and she dreaded it. Letting out a sigh, she turned to her computer and began typing
Emma dusted her nose with a frantic movement, swiftly scanning the room for as though there could be more somewhere in her office. The contents of the nylon weighed heavily on her as she stared at it, the sleek office now feeling increasingly suffocating. The once neatly arranged papers on the desk, the chairs, the walls, the entire office now seemed to be mocking her, almost as if they knew her new found secret. Her footsteps echoed loudly as she hurried towards the door, hastily shutting it and securing the bolt. As her heart raced, she knelt down to conceal the container, her trembling fingers struggling to wrap it up as it was before. In a frenzy, she made her way to the bathroom. She vigorously scrubbed her nose, the icy water meeting her face as she splashed it in the sink. As she stood in front of the mirror, wide-eyed and overwhelmed, her thoughts raced. What was the purpose of hiding a package of cocaine in a microwavable container in the fridge? Who could have done this?
Time passed swiftly, each moment stretching into infinity as aching hunger tormented Emma's stomach and uncertainty tormented her thoughts. At long last, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the deafening stillness, and Emma stood up with a rush of anticipation coursing through her veins. But as she gazed upon the solemn expressions of Lucas and the bald-headed man in the black suit—the attorney—she instinctively knew that the news would not be in her favor. "What am I being accused of?" Emma's voice was hoarse, her throat parched with fear. "Just tell me already! Stop stalling!" The attorney paused, his gaze shifting to Lucas before finally responding. "Possession of hard substances, involvement in the murders of Sheryl Jones and Damien, and orchestrating your own kidnapping." Emma stumbled backwards, shocked by the impact of these accusations that reverberated in her mind like a cold blast of icy water. "And there is no option for bail," the attorney added, his word
Lucas entered after Mr. Mario, his eyes narrowing as he observed the retreating figure. "He came to see you?" he inquired, suspicion lacing his voice. Emma nodded, her gaze falling as she settled back onto the cell bed, her mind whirling with so many thoughts. "Did the attorney say anything?" she inquired, her voice barely above a whisper. She needed to steer the conversation, to focus on something that might offer a glimmer of hope. Lucas saw the subtle plea in her eyes but decided not to push further. "Not really," he answered, sighing as he raked a hand through his hair. "He has gathered the evidence they have against you. He will review it and come to interrogate you tomorrow. Just tell him the truth. I believe he will secure your release." He offered a small, encouraging smile, though it did not quite reach his eyes. Emma nodded, a flicker of gratitude in her weary countenance. They sat in silence, the air heavy with unspoken words and the faint sound of footsteps in the co
Lucas's hand dipped into his pocket, and Emma squinted in suspicion. "Please don't tell me you intend to propose to me in a damn cell," she quipped, a flicker of humor creeping into her otherwise serious tone. "Hell no," Lucas chuckled, shaking his head as he produced a handkerchief and handed it to her. "I am not that foolish to that in this vulnerable state." Emma accepted the handkerchief, her smile widening as she blotted her tears. The soft material was a soothing balm. The tenseness in the atmosphere seemed to dissipate, replaced by a moment of mutual warmth. "I will speak with Tina, see what she has to say," Lucas vowed, gripping Emma's hand. His touch was reassuring. "I pledge to return later this evening. If i can't make it this evening, I will return tomorrow morning, no matter the circumstances." Agreeing with a mix of relief, Emma nodded. "Lucas," she gently began, "you can confess that you had foretold this outcome. I know it lingers behind your mind." Lucas grin
Emma clenched her hands in her lap, her knuckles white. She glanced at Lucas, who gave her a reassuring nod. "You can do this," he mouthed.After what felt like an eternity, it was time for the verdict. The judge's voice was firm, unyielding. "Mario Rodriguez, you are sentenced to a total of fifty years in prison for the rape of Kathy Callum, for human trafficking, drug trafficking, money laundering, and aiding murders. You will be eligible for parole after twenty five years."The courtroom buzzed with murmurs, but Emma barely heard them. She was focused on the look of shock and fury on Mr. Mario's face as he was led away in handcuffs. It was over. Truly over.Tears welled in her eyes, but this time they were tears of relief. Lucas squeezed her hand, and she turned to him, a tentative smile breaking through. "It's finally over," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.He nodded, pulling her into a hug. "You were amazing," he said softly. "So strong."Emma leaned into him, feeling
Emma felt the warm trickle of blood running down the side of her face where the gun had struck her. The metallic scent filled her nostrils as she looked up at Mr. Mario. His grip on her face was ironclad, his face mere inches from hers. His breath was hot and reeked of cigarettes as he hissed, “Don’t make me kill you, Emma. Don’t tempt me.”His voice was low and menacing, and Emma could feel the vibration of his words against her skin. She knew she was probably making the worst decision of her life, but it was the only thing she could think of. With a sudden, desperate resolve, she lunged forward and sank her teeth into his nose. She bit down hard, the taste of blood flooding her mouth, and pulled with all her might until she felt the flesh tear awayMr. Mario’s scream pierced the air, raw and filled with agony. Emma could see the shock and pain in his eyes as he clutched his nose, blood streaming through his fingers. Seizing the moment, Emma summoned every ounce of strength and let o
Emma slowly sat back down in a chair. She took a deep breath and opened the file. Inside, she found a set of documents. As she scanned the pages, her eyes landed on the title: "Dissolution of Betrothal Contract." Her heart pounded as she saw Morgan’s signature at the bottom.Her mind reeled. Why had Morgan changed her mind? What had prompted this sudden shift? Emma leaned back, staring at the papers, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and curiosity. But her relief was unmistakable."What had changed her mind?" Emma whispered to herself, the question lingering as she stepped out of the courtroom.**One month later**Emma stepped out of the hospital with Tina, who had just finished her antenatal check-up. The setting evening sun glinted off the hospital’s glass facade, casting long shadows on the pavement.Emma got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. “Feeling okay?” she asked as she navigated the car through the parking lot.Tina chuckled, resting a hand on her baby bump.
His lips curled into a sneer. "I'm going to win my case tomorrow. And when I get out, Emma, I'll make sure you pay. I'll kill you, and before that, I'll have my way with you. Brutally. You'll regret everything. You should have stopped when you had the chance."Emma's smile didn't waver, but inside, a shiver ran down her spine. She steadied herself, refusing to let him see any weakness. She knew the case was too good for him to win it. "We'll see about that, Ethan Maddox. How pitiful it is, the once powerful Maddox, stuck in a jail cell." She stood up, adjusting her coat with deliberate grace.As the guards moved to take him away, Ethan's expression shifted, a malicious glint in his eye. "Watch your back, Emma. Mario is still out there, and he's planning something big."Emma paused, her heart skipping a beat, but she didn't turn around. She walked out of the room, the echo of Ethan's words trailing after her.With Mario still roaming out there, she knew everything was truly far from ov
"Cookies or a sandwich?" Emma asked.Tina picked cookies without hesitation. Emma retrieved a pack from the pantry and placed a few on a plate, setting it on the counter next to where they would soon sit with their hot drinks.The kettle began to whistle, steam escaping from its spout as Emma poured the hot water into two waiting mugs filled with cocoa mix. The rich aroma of chocolate filled the air.They sat down at the kitchen table, the silence heavy between them as they sipped their drinks. The warmth of the hot chocolate seeped through Emma's fingers, temporarily soothing her senses.After they finished their drinks and Tina left, Emma returned to the living room. The fatigue of the day washed over her, and she settled onto the couch, her thoughts wandering to Lucas.Hours later, the sound of the front door opening roused Emma from her doze. She blinked sleepily, glancing at the clock—it was a little past seven. Lucas entered the room.He settled beside her on the couch, leaning o
The lady sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping as she collapsed onto the edge of the bed. "Maybe you weren't convincing enough," she suggested. "You should have worn the other more revealing red dress. And maybe you sounded pushy..."Her words faded into the background as Morgan's anger reached a boiling point. With a sudden, ferocious movement, she stood up and crossed the room in two quick strides. Grabbing the lady by the front of her shirt, she lifted her off the bed and slammed her against the nearby wall. The impact sent a dull thud through the room."If you want to pass blame on me for your stupid plans not working," Morgan hissed through gritted teeth, her face inches from the lady's, "you're not going to like how it ends for you."The lady's eyes widened in shock and fear. Her breath came in shallow, rapid bursts. As Morgan's grip tightened momentarily before letting go, the lady slid down the wall, her legs weak beneath her. She straightened herself slowly, smoothing out her
Upstairs, Lucas leaned back in his leather chair, the phone pressed to his ear. Morgan's voice echoed through the line, breaking the silence."We need to see Lucas. It's urgent," Morgan's tone was urgent.Lucas frowned, his brow furrowing. "See me for what?" he asked, his voice guarded.There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Morgan replied, "About Ethan Maddox. There's been a breakthrough, and I thought you should know."Lucas's grip tightened on the phone. Ethan Maddox. He inhaled sharply."Why are you trying to help me?" Lucas's voice was low, contemplative. "It feels like there's more to this than just the case."A soft chuckle came through the line, warm and unexpectedly genuine. "Yes, Lucas," Morgan admitted, her tone unguarded. "I have my reasons. I want you to warm up to me, and if helping with this case will achieve that, then I'm willing to take the risk. I'm really sorry about yesterday, I shouldn't have done that. It's been years, and I should have allo
"This is one of the disk file you gave to us, we would like to watch it with you," the police officer stated and Mrs Veronica nodded.The screen showed a dimly lit kitchen. Mrs. Maria was gagged and tied on the floor, her eyes wide with fear. Ethan Maddox was pacing around, his face twisted in anger, his mouth moving rapidly as he shouted. Although there was no sound, the rage in his body language was unmistakable. Mrs. Maria seemed to be pleading, shaking her head in desperation.The scene escalated quickly. Ethan Maddox grabbed a knife from the counter and, with a swift, brutal motion, slashed at Mrs. Maria's neck. Blood spurted out in gruesome bursts, staining the floor and walls. Mrs. Veronica's breath caught in her throat, her eyes glued to the screen.The officer quickly shut the laptop, her hands shaking slightly. She took a deep breath, her face pale. "This... this is more than enough evidence," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Emma and Lucas sat in the car, parked
Emma inhaled sharply, not expecting what she had just heard. "Does the phone contain information that could help?" She asked and the woman nodded.Emma glanced at Lucas, whose eyes were distant and unfocused, lost in thought.Lucas suddenly stood up from the worn-out couch, his expression resolute. "This is what we're going to do," he said, his voice steady. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, a sign of the stress they were under.Emma watched as he began to pace. "I'm going to call the police, and you're going to speak to them," he continued, "They'll come here and find everything exactly as it is. But this time, we'll take pictures and leak them to the public. That way, they can't cover anything up, especially with the FBI involved." He glanced at the woman, whose eyes widened slightly, a mix of fear in her gaze."We need to make sure they can't hide this," Lucas explained. "You're going to tell them you've been attacked and that you have information they need. When they're clos