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
One day, Mrs. Reign, William's evil mother, went to the police station. She talked to the head chief, the highest rank of the police who took care of Tessa's case."I need to talk with you privately, sir," She said.The high officer rank nodded and they went to his private office. "Is there anything I could help you with, Mrs. Reign?"The old evil woman put a big bag on the desk. "Open it," She ordered.The police looked curious. "Huh?""Open it, there's a surprise for you," She persuaded.The police officer opened the bag and was surprised to see a bundle of dollars in the bag! "That's fresh $50,000 straight from the bank, officer."The man looks serious. "What is this, Mrs. Reign? A bribe?""Let's say that. The money will be yours if you can thwart the truth," She smirked evilly.The police officer, Chief Johnson, eyed the bag of money and then looked at Mrs. Reign with suspicion. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "Mrs. Reign, I can't accept this. It's
The Police Chief visit cast a somber shadow over William's already troubled mind. He welcomed the officers into his home, his eyes reflecting the fatigue and worry that weighed heavily on him."Good morning, Chief. Do you have new information about my wife and my private investigator?" William inquired, hope flickering in his eyes.The chief, however, had already succumbed to the dark influence of Mrs. Reign's money. His response was a carefully constructed web of deceit, woven to further the malevolent plan."Mr. Reign, we're here to inform you that we still have no information about your private investigator. But we're trying to find leads," the chief replied, his words concealing the sinister manipulation orchestrated by William's own mother.Concern etched across his face, he pressed for details about Tessa. "How about my wife?"The chief took a deep breath, a performance of false empathy. "I'm sorry, Mr. Reign. But we already confirmed that the woman in the CCTV footage was your
In the days that followed, William remained ensnared in a web of despair. The Chief Police, haunted by his own moral qualms, continued to play his part in the orchestrated charade, delivering fabricated updates on Tessa's supposed betrayal and the elusive private investigator.As the fabricated evidence mounted, William's anguish deepened. He isolated himself from friends and family, unable to escape the suffocating truth that had been carefully crafted around him. Tessa, unaware of the machinations unfolding, remained on the run with their children, chased not only by the law but by the shadows of deceit cast upon her.One evening, as William brooded in the dimly lit confines of his home, the doorbell rang, jolting him from his desolation. He opened the door to find the Chief Police standing solemnly on his doorstep."Mr. Reign, may I come in?" the Chief inquired, his expression a blend of remorse and apprehension.William, desperate for any semblance of answers, ushered him inside.
Tessa's reflection in the mirror seemed to mock her. The lines on her face, once unnoticed, now etched deep valleys of sorrow. Her eyes, once vibrant, now mirrored the pain that enveloped her heart. In the solitude of her room, she confronted the haunting questions that echoed in her mind."Is this what I've become?" she muttered, her voice barely audible. The room echoed with the weight of her misery.She traced the lines on her face with trembling fingers, as if seeking answers in the creases of time. The reflection stared back, an unspoken narrative of a woman who had poured her essence into the roles of wife and mother, forgetting to nurture the flame within.Her tears glistened, mirroring the shattered fragments of her self-esteem. "Did he leave because I am no longer beautiful?" The question lingered, an ache that reverberated in the quiet corners of her soul.Lost in her own self-pity, Tessa replayed moments from her past. The sacrifices made, the dreams deferred, and the relen
The next morning bathed their new house in soft sunlight, bringing with new hope that things could get better. Mark, Michael, and Willow, determined to lighten their mother Tessa's heart, rallied together to make the day a little brighter."Good morning, Mom!" The kids greeted their mother in unison, their smiles radiant with affection. Hugs and kisses were shared as they surrounded her, their collective warmth pushing away the lingering shadows of the previous night.Tessa, still drowsy from sleep, looked at her children with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Good morning, babies. But... what's happening?"Willow beamed with pride. "We helped you, Mom! Look at the house!"She glanced around, her eyes widened in amazement. Their new home sparkled with cleanliness, and the furnishings were arranged with care. Willow's effort in tidying up reflected in every corner, creating an atmosphere of order and comfort."And we also cooked breakfast, Mom! Let's eat now!" Mark's voice exudes warmt
The next morning, William found himself facing an unexpected visit. His mother stood at the doorway, her face etched with concern."How are you, my son? I am very worried about you lately," she said, her voice carrying a mix of maternal care and underlying motives.William, still grappling with the recent revelations about his wife, managed a weak smile. "I'm... I'm trying to cope. It's just been tough."Unbeknownst to him, another visitor awaited just outside his door. A knock echoed through the room, and when William opened it, he was met by the Chief police officer, a figure he had hoped would bring answers."Chief, good morning. Do you have new leads now? Do you know where my wife and my private investigator are?" William inquired, his eyes searching for a glimmer of hope.The Chief, who had already conspired with Mrs. Reign to manipulate the truth, adopted a solemn expression. "Mr. Reign, I'm sorry to inform you late. I need to confirm some important things. Yes, I knew where you
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