"Tim, we'll talk more about this later," Andy said, his voice cryptic. Timothy was too weary to turn his back on Andy. He searched his mind for answers that seemed to slip through his grasp. The room's atmosphere shifted when he spotted Andy’s lazy grin. "What's going on with you, Andy?" Timothy
The opulent halls of the Fitzgerald mansion echoed with the dwindling sounds of the party, the grandeur now tainted by the presence of death. Determined to find Timothy amidst the labyrinthine corridors, I called out his name. "Timothy!" I called again, pushing through pockets of people spread thr
"Darling, let's not make a scene. We'll deal with this matter discreetly,” he said, taking her arm. I wondered how exactly he planned on “dealing” with the matter, given his track record. That only left me more intrigued by them. They’d already proven themselves not to be trusted. But Mrs. Fitzg
"Tim, what the hell? You can't have that!" I exclaimed, panic lacing my voice as I eyed the gun. "It'll violate your bail conditions if you're caught with it." Timothy's expression tightened. "Andy just threw it at me back there. He claimed it was his, said it's the same style gun I left in the cl
The door to my apartment creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room with Aria already waiting inside. The weight of her gaze bore into me as I stepped across the threshold, and I knew that a confrontation was inevitable. "Evie," Aria's voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusatory. "Where have
ARIA POV The apartment buzzed with tension as Aria paced back and forth, grappling with the unsettling confrontation that would take place between Evie and Andy. Evie had just left, claiming she had it all figured out on how she would handle him. Aria had her doubts. She wanted to trust Evie, bu
Mia's expression tightened, and she stood up abruptly. "Excuse me for a moment," she said tersely, heading towards the restroom. As the door closed behind Mia, Aria felt a wave of unease. The air in the room seemed charged with unspoken questions, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she had st
The imposing glass doors of Andy's office building loomed before me, and I squared my shoulders, determined to face the man who had caused so much turmoil in my life. As I approached the security desk, a burly guard eyed me suspiciously. "I need to speak with Andy," I declared, my voice unwavering