*** Nicole gave Evan one last glance. Her eyes watered as she entered the private car of the Thompsons. Evan could tell Nicole hoped he would change his mind, but he would never. He did not judge Nicole just yet, but why did it feel like she was using the assault incident to force her way into hi
"Shanty! Shanty!" Evan had been calling out in front of the locked gates of the Scotts’ mansion. His eyes narrowed as he looked around the estate. The lights from the gates and the lights on the fences were on, but the house was completely dark. "Is there no one inside?" Despite knowing he may en
Evan was about to check his emails when his phone rang again. It was Nicole. It had been four days since Nicole was discharged from the hospital. Nicole had been calling Evan day and night, but Evan did not answer her calls. Evan has yet to confront Nicole about how she had suggested to Shantell
"I want a background check on Nicole Lively - everything you can find out about her, and I want it ASAP!" Evan ordered his contact on the phone. He was walking back and forth in a secluded area of the hospital's corridor. "And what's the progress on the rape investigation? Have you found out anythin
She thought that since Shantelle and Evan were already divorced, he would eventually let her stay there. Besides, he owed her. She blamed Evan for what had happened to her, and she saw through how he felt utterly responsible. To her dismay, she miscalculated how Evan unknowingly valued Shantelle.
"This is imprisonment! You can't force me in here! I refuse to receive treatment! Let me go!" Nicole screamed at the top of her lungs while inside her hospital room, but no matter what, the security guard Evan assigned to watch her remained unchanged. The private guard said, "I'm sorry, Miss Livel
Wendell was driving out from his home in the evening when he noticed the mansion across from theirs had the gates opened and a car was driving in. It would not have surprised him, except the house had been empty for about nine years. Only caretakers come and go during weekends. "Hmmm." Wendell said
"How was the first day in medical school?" Shantelle was beyond shocked to find Keith Henderson leaning against a BMW sports car in front of her school. He looked striking in a white Chinese-collared shirt, grey coat, and trousers. His dirty blond hair was brushed up neatly, and his face was clean