William, fresh from his meeting with the private investigator, was eager for updates on Tessa and his children. The investigator promised a photo of Mark, his eldest, later in his email. That’s the only update he got – someone saw a boy who looks like Mark. But not yet a hundred percent sure. However, the news about his mother and Cindy remained elusive, leaving him in a state of uncertainty.Entering his house, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him. The atmosphere seemed different—off-kilter. His eyes widened as he took in the disarray that awaited him. The once-orderly rooms now bore the unmistakable signs of intrusion. Drawers were pulled open, possessions scattered haphazardly, and the air hung heavy with violation.He was freaking shocked! William surveyed the wreckage of his home, realizing that someone had invaded his personal space. His heart raced as he assessed the damage, the magnitude of the intrusion sinking in. He wondered who would do such a thing, and why.The rooms, onc
Inside their master’s bedroom, William tossed and turned, his mind full of thoughts. Sleep eluded him, and the weight of the recent events pressed heavily on his shoulders. The room, once a paradise of love, now felt like a haunting reminder of the life he had known.The silence of the night was shattered by the echoes of distress reverberating within his mind. The robbery had stripped away not just his material possessions but also his sense of security and peace. He couldn't understand the audacity of those who did this evil plan, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.The images of their stolen wealth, the result of years of hard work and dedication, flashed before his eyes. The business ventures, the sacrifices—they were all reduced to ashes because of a fucking monster who steal everything from them!His gaze drifted to the empty side of the bed, where Tessa would usually be. The absence of his wife’s presence intensified the ache in his heart. The woman he loved was missing, and no
William clutched his phone tightly, the frustration evident in his voice. He dialed the number he knew by heart, praying for answers that could unravel the twisted web of betrayal surrounding him.The private investigator picked it up, a mix of concern and surprise coloring his voice. "William, what's going on? I can hear the distress in your voice?”He wasted no time. "I need updates, and I need them now. The police came, accusing Tessa of robbing our house. What the hell? They showed me CCTV footage, and, damn it, the woman looks like Tessa! But I can't believe she'd do such a thing. What do you have on my mother and Cindy? Are they behind this?"The private investigator took a moment to absorb the information. "I've been looking into your mother and Cindy, but so far, there's no concrete evidence of their involvement in any recent suspicious activity. As for Tessa... I'm sorry to hear that, William. I can't imagine what you're going through."William continued, "I need you to find
The private investigator discreetly trailed Mrs. Reign and Cindy to a local restaurant, keeping a safe distance while eavesdropping on their conversation. He listened intently, he couldn't believe the sinister plot unfolding before him.Inside the lavish restaurant, Mrs. Reign's anger was palpable as she spoke about William's unwavering trust in Tessa. The investigator strained to capture every word, understanding that this conversation might hold the key to unraveling the truth."What? Did your son believe that Tessa robbed him?" Cindy inquired with a sly grin, her eyes gleaming with mischief.Mrs. Reign, visibly irritated, responded, "My stupid son still loves his wife! He's head over heels in love with her! He doesn't believe that Tessa robbed him!""Maybe, because the woman who pretended as Tessa isn't so convincing?" Cindy suggested, raising an eyebrow."What? It looks exactly like Tessa! He even said it looks like his wife! He's just in denial! How stupid can he get?!" Mrs. Reig
Cornered in the alley, the private investigator's desperate attempts to call for help echoed off the narrow walls. He desperately trying to escape the clutches of Mrs. Reign and Cindy, continued to scream for help in the narrow alley. His voice echoed off the walls, pleading for someone to intervene."Somebody help me, please!" he cried out, his fear evident in his trembling voice.“No one’s going to help you, Mr. Private Investigator, I’m sorry!”However, his pleas fell on deaf ears, and the two women, driven by their evil intentions, grew increasingly enraged. In an act of brutality, they both kicked the investigator, causing him to stumble backward.“Ohhh!”Cindy, seizing an opportunity to incapacitate him further, remembered she had a peppermint spray in her bag. With a devilish grin, she unleashed the stinging spray directly into the investigator's face, eliciting a painful scream."Aaaahhhhh! You're both crazy women! William has to know this!" The investigator threats, writhing
The two evil women successfully disposed of the investigator's lifeless body, letting the river carry away the grim evidence of their crime. The shadows of guilt began to cast their pall over them, the tension between the two escalated.Cindy's anxiety manifested in the tremors of her hands and the fear etched on her face. Unable to contain her worry, she confronted Mrs. Reign with a hint of panic in her voice, "Are you sure it's best that we just throw his body in that river?!"The old woman, the architect of their evil deed, maintained a steely composure. Concealing her own anxiety, she replied with authority, "Look, that's all we can do! We can't leave any traces, any lead that we're the ones who killed Mr. Private Investigator! We should get out of here soon; I don't want anyone to suspect us!"The urgency in Mrs. Reign's voice heightened Cindy's unease. They hurriedly retreated to Mrs. Reign's car, Cindy's trembling hands betrayed her feelings.William’s mother, irritated by Cind
Inside his silent house, with the weight of worry pressing on him, William paced back and forth. His mind, a swirling tempest of anxiety, replayed the events of the day—the police visit, the missing Tessa, and the conspicuous absence of updates from his private investigator.He continued to call, each unanswered ring intensified the gnawing guilt within him. "Why isn't he answering? Goddamn it! What if something terrible happened to him because of me? Oh my God, I can’t take this anymore. This is too much! Too much torture!" His voice, tinged with remorse, echoed in the quiet room.He sank into the depths of a plush chair, his hands nervously tracing invisible patterns on the armrest. The room felt oppressive, shadows dancing on the walls like silent witnesses to his escalating unease. William's thoughts circled around the notion that he might have inadvertently dragged his investigator into a perilous situation."What have I done? I just want to find my wife, but why does everything
William paced nervously back and forth in his house, as usual. The weight of fear pressing down on him. His attempts to seek answers had only led to more questions, intensifying the knot of worry in his stomach. With a heavy heart, he decided to call his mother, hoping for some semblance of comfort or information.The phone rang on the other end, William's impatience grew. His mother, who typically answered promptly, seemed to be taking an unusually long time to respond. His mind raced with thoughts of what could be causing the delay."Hmmm, what is she doing? Why is she not picking up my calls?" He mused, a growing sense of unease settling over him.Meanwhile, in a different part of town, Mrs. Reign and Cindy had just parted ways after their nefarious activities. Mrs. Reign, glancing at her phone, saw her son's name flashing on the screen. Her heart skipped a beat, anxiety surging through her veins. Why was William calling her now? Did he somehow know about their dark deeds?With tre
So the two of them stepped out of the bar, he couldn't contain his excitement. He was determined to make Sarah his, consequences be damned. He led her to his newest sports car, a sleek and shiny machine that screamed luxury."Wow, is this your car, Lucas?" Sarah asked, her eyes wide with awe.Lucas smirked, loving the way she looked at him. "Of course. I have a collection of sports cars in my villa," he boasted, opening the car door for her.Sarah climbed into the passenger seat, impressed by Lucas's display of wealth and power. As they drove towards her place, Lucas couldn't help but try to impress her even more."So, Sarah, tell me about your family. What do they do in life?" Lucas asked, trying to steer the conversation away from his own deception.Sarah hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. "My parents are in marketing, and many more," she replied finally. "They are constantly moving from town to another town because of business.”Lucas raised an eyebrow, intrigued
"I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You look absolutely stunning in that emerald dress. I’m not gonna lie, when I tell you that,”Sarah smiled politely, but there was a hint of skepticism in her eyes. "Thank you," she replied. "And let me just say, you have the most captivating smile I've ever seen." He said, extending his hands.Sarah chuckled softly. "You certainly know how to lay on the charm, don't you?"Lucas grinned, feeling emboldened by her response. "I like to think I have a way with words. So, what brings a beautiful woman like you to a place like this?"He couldn't resist the urge to show off. He casually mentioned his successful businesses, subtly hinting at his wealth and success. "I own a few businesses myself," he said casually. "Nothing too fancy, just a few million-dollar ventures here and there."Sarah raised an eyebrow, impressed despite herself. "That's quite impressive. It must keep you busy?”He shrugged nonchalantly. "It does, but I always mak
The luxury high-end bar was highly recommendable in the town, with its glittering chandeliers, plush velvet couches, and marble-topped tables. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating a sophisticated ambiance. The place was bustling with well-dressed patrons, sipping on expensive cocktails and enjoying the vibrant atmosphere.And inside of the place, Lucas Davis sat at the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, a smirk on his face. Despite being engaged, he was determined to enjoy his night out and relish in the attention of others. He was known as the "life of the party,". He took a sip of his drink, Lucas's eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene around him. He saw his "friends," the sons of wealthy businessmen, approaching him with smiles on their faces."Lucas! You're here too! What the hell, man!" one of them exclaimed, clapping him on the back."Of course, I'm here. I'm everywhere," He replied with a cocky grin, reveling in the attention."But I heard you were very busy
Lucas Davis was seething with anger. His face was red, and his hands trembled with frustration as he paced back and forth in his office. Harper watched him with a smirk, enjoying his display of rage."I can't believe that old man, mom! Imagine that? He wasted my time! My time is too precious just to be wasted! How dare he decline us? They're the ones who set up an appointment with us! They're the ones who need us!" He shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.His mother chuckled wickedly. "Yes, the nerve of him! I can't believe William declined us. Well, he hasn't declined yet, he told us he'll think twice.""The nerve of him! Doesn't that old guy know who we are? We're billionaires! Everyone wants to get a partnership with me!" Lucas roared, his fists clenched in fury.Harper stood up, her eyes flashing with malice. "Hey, calm down, Lucas. We need to be strategic about this. You can't let our emotions control you!”Lucas glared at her. "I am calm, Mom! I just can't stand it when some
Finally, after like the end of the world, William and his wife got back home. The heavy feeling of the day seemed to hang heavy on his shoulders. He sank onto the sofa, feeling drained and stressed from the encounter with Lucas Davis and his mother.“Ahh! So tired!” He complained while massaging his neck.His wife watched him closely, her expression unreadable. "So, have you decided, William?" she asked, her voice tense.He rubbed his temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. "I can't decide yet, Cindy. We just got home, please, not now." he replied, his tone weary.Cindy's face tightened at his response. She, too, was exhausted, but she knew they needed to make a decision soon. "I'm exhausted too! It's Not just you! But you need to decide soon. If you manage to sign the deal with Lucas Davis, then your mother will let you support your long-lost children," she reminded him, pretending to care for his children."I know that, Cindy!" William snapped, his patience wearing thin. "But
He can't help but chuckle bitterly. Now, he finally understood. His mother and Harper Davis have the same evil personality.They would do everything just for their gain. They're just both evil."You hate Harper, but you aren't aware that you're just the same as her, mom.”"How dare you compare me to that woman?!" she seethed, her voice sharp with indignation. "I would never stoop to her level!"His own frustration bubbling to the surface. "You're both willing to manipulate and use anyone, even your own family, to get what you want. How is that any different? You may not see it, but your actions speak otherwise. Using my children as pawns in your games is just as ruthless as anything Harper Davis would do!”His mother's eyes flashed with fury. "I've only ever wanted what's best for you and your children! How can you accuse me of such things? Why can’t you understand me, huh? Are we going to fight forever, William?”"Because it's true, mom! You blackmailed me, you used my children as le
They left the meeting room and went inside the elevator. After the doors closed, the tension among them was palpable. His mother's face was flushed with anger, and his wife's expression was a mix of frustration and disappointment."William, this is madness! How could you let this opportunity slip away? We could have had a deal with the Davis family!" his mother berated him, her voice echoing in the confined space.His wife chimed in, her tone sharp with accusation. "Yeah, I can't believe you! You had the chance to secure a partnership with one of the most influential families in the business world, and you just let it go!"He tried to defend his decision. "I couldn't agree to the deal without knowing all the details. I need to be sure it's the right move for our company."His mother scoffed, clearly unimpressed. "Details? What details? Lucas Davis offered us a golden opportunity, and you threw it away because of your stubbornness!""You never listen to anyone, do you?" Cindy looks ver
Lucas Davis entered the room with a casual swagger, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement. He was well aware of the tension in the air, but it didn't seem to faze him in the slightest."Ohh, we have guests today! Mr. Reign, my apologies for the delay. Business calls, you know how it is," Lucas said with a dismissive wave of his hand, as if being late was a minor inconvenience.William felt a surge of irritation. "I understand that, Mr. Davis. However, being punctual is a sign of respect. It shows that you value the other person's time," he replied, his tone firm.Lucas chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Respect, Mr. Reign? In the world of business, respect is earned, not given. And I'm sure you'll agree, I've earned my fair share."He gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure. He could feel his wife’s hand on his arm, a silent reminder to stay calm."I'm here to discuss a potential partnership between our companies, Mr. Davis. However, I must insist on professi
He can feel the tension in the room was palpable. Cindy and his mother were fidgeting in their seats, exchanging excited whispers, while he sat back, trying to remain composed."Why are you both so excited?" He asked again, his tone more insistent this time.His wife gave him an exasperated look. "Dear, are you stupid or what? Don't you understand? This meeting could change everything for us. The Davis family is a huge opportunity for our business," she explained, her eyes shining with anticipation."But what if it's not what we expect? What if it's a trap?" He countered, his skepticism evident.His mother chimed in, her voice stern. "William, stop being so negative. I’m sick and tired of you, son! We have to be optimistic about this. Besides, Lucas Davis is a brilliant businessman. We could learn a lot from him!”He sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this argument. He leaned back in his chair, resigned to the fact that he would have to go through with the meeting, whether he liked it or