As the Ravenstone Lighthouse stood Sentinel on the windswept coast, Henry Constantine and Prosecutor Tristan Morris went there to unravel the tangled threads of George's past. "So, what's the story of this lighthouse?" Henry asked, his gaze lost in the flickering beacon that pierced the darkness. "It's eerie, yet oddly captivating." "It holds significance for George's family, a reminder of a tragedy that marked our lineage." Tristan sighed, a somber expression clouding his features. "A tragedy?" Henry inquired. "Yeah, my cousin witnessed the death of his father here at this very lighthouse when he was just a young boy." Henry's heart skipped a beat. "What? He's father was murdered??" "We belive so," Tristan said, his voice heavy with grief. "George said they were chased by armed men on a stormy night and they killed his father. Then he luckily survived because Mr. Howard came to his rescue." "That's so traumatizing, I can't imagine the pain he went through but I also went throu

Damien Roth paced restlessly, his eyes blazing with a cold fury. He had been wronged, he believed, by the late Richard Wellington, who had stolen his brilliant business idea and had built a multi-billion-dollar empire upon it. Now, with Richard Wellington dead, his daughter Margaret had inherited the company and was reaping the benefits of her father's ill-gotten gains. Damien had sought the help of a powerful ally, former Senator Abigail Harrison. While she had been deceived by a man who had posed as George Thompson, only to later discover that his true identity was Henry Constantine. "Senator Harrison, I have a proposition for you." Damien entered the senator' private office. "Go on," she said, her eyebrows raise and lips curving into a sly smile."I intend to make Margaret Wellington pay for her father's crime," Damien declared. "I will demand a massive refund for the idea that was stolen from me." "And why would I help you?" Harrison's eyes narrowed. "Because I know somethin

Margaret Wellington nervously awaited Damien Roth's arrival in the conference room of their company headquarters. She had worked hard to arrange this meeting in hopes of finally resolving the issue that had been haunting her for months. Damien launches vicious propaganda campaign against her. The tension in the room was palpable when Damien entered and he sat across from Margaret Wellington, his eyes filled with anger and resentment. Margaret could see that he was still harboring a grudge against her father, even though he had been dead. "Mr. Roth, I appreciate you coming here today to talk about the refund you're seeking," Margaret began, "As you know, our business is not doing well and we simply cannot afford to pay you what you're asking for." Damien scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "I don't care about your business, Margaret Wellington. All I care about is getting what's rightfully mine. Your father stole my idea and used it to build this empire, I want compensation for that

The relentless pursuit of the police echoed through the night, their sirens piercing the stillness. Fear gnawed at Henry's core as he knew he was a mere pawn in a deadly game. He was unjustly accused of a heinous crime. "They are closing in," he whispered to himself, his breath ragged. He had been framed by Cooper Coleman, and continued to etched Henry's name into the arms of his victims. Henry become a fugitive, hunted by both the police and the true perpetrator. "I have to find a way to prove my innocence," he muttered, desperation fueling his resolve. Seeking sanctuary, Henry had sought to refuge at Ravenstone, there, he found a lifeline in his friend, Prosecutor Tristan Morris and butler Mr. Nolan Howard. Tristan reached out to detective Sebastian Connor, a renowned investigator known for his resourcefulness and unwavering pursuit of justice. "Detective Connor," Tristan said, "We need your assistance. Henry Constantine is innocent. The real killer is Cooper Coleman." Carter

Henry's thoughts turned to his plight, he had always lived a life of a poverty, but he had never imagined ending up in a cold unforgiving walls of the prison. The accusations against him still stung fresh, and the injustice he felt burned like an open wound. And alongside him was Big Ed, a hardened criminal. They had their reasons for being behind bars, but they were united by their shared misery. One evening, as the sun began its descent, Henry approached Big Ed, who was sitting alone in the corner of their cell. "Ed," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "can I talk to you?" Big Ed raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowed, "What's on your mind, kid?" Henry hesitated for a moment before sharing his story. He told Ed about how he had been wrongly accused of a crime he didn't commit and how he was now trapped in this living nightmare. As Henry spoke, Edmund, Big Ed's real name, listened intently. His face remained impassive, but Henry could sense a hint of compassion in his eyes. "I