Detective Reynolds couldn’t believe that this was the house she had left a few hours ago. She stepped out of the car to hear the sounds of sirens and ambulances as they arrived at the scene. This wasn’t true. Tristan was dead already. They had spoken a few hours ago, and now she was back here trying to solve his murder case. “Jain!” Stanley asked, rushing to her. Jain turned around to meet him. She had forgotten about him. And how had he come here so fast? “Are you okay?” Stanley asked as he stood before her. Jain blinked twice before she could regain full control of her body. She nodded at Stanley and sighed. “I’m fine. What happened?” She asked. Stanley winced and turned to the crime scene. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”Jain hated when Stanley said that. She stepped into the house and found a few police officers surrounding the scene. By the couch was Mrs. Lopez who was hovering over a corpse as she took photos of it. “That isn’t who I think it is,” Jain said. “It’s him

Leah Marcher stormed into the precinct with a black briefcase in her hand. It was heading towards 1 am, but she was dressed in a black suit as she headed towards the interrogation room. When she heard that call of Rylan being under police custody by Williams, she rushed down here immediately. There was no way that she was going to let the police torture Rylan. He was innocent, and so didn’t have the right to keep him there. Leah arrived at the interrogation room and looked through the window. There, she found Rylan sitting there with his hands cuffed. Before him was a man who was engaged in discussion with him. Leah turned around and found a woman sipping a cup of cappuccino. She recognized her excellently. It was Detective Jain Reynolds. The cop that had arrested Rylan according to Rylan. Leah was aware of the hatred Jain had towards Rylan. It was obvious that she would do anything to bring Rylan down here. And she had done just that. Leah smiled and walked up to her. Jain was surp

Lana Pierce was scared when she heard that Rylan had been arrested by the cops. She blamed herself for this. Detective Reynolds had promised her that she wouldn’t go after Rylan, but she had broken her promise. She couldn’t believe that a cop would break her promise. Lana felt used by Jain. She was only a means to an end. Now Rylan was in prison and the only thing that she could feel was the cold hands of guilt that gripped her tight. She had seen on the news the death of Tristan. Lana didn’t know if to blame herself for that. If Tristan hadn’t been revealed as the man who was working on the video, he would still be alive. If she told Rylan that she was the one who told the cops about everything, he wasn’t going to forgive her. She was certain of that. Tristan Monreal was his best friend, that was why he had entrusted him with the video, and Rylan had also trusted her enough to tell her that the video was undergoing reconstruction. Lana wondered if the video had been fixed before he

Lana Pierce leaned on the doorframe with her arms folded as she watched Rylan lift the weights in the gymnasium. She drooled as she watched Rylan flex his muscles as he pushed the weights above his body at intervals. The black tank top he wore brought out the shape of his body which made Lana gulp hard. He was stunning, and she knew this. Rylan’s body was glittering courtesy of the sweat that drenched him. Rylan was mad at her. She could tell. It had been three days since the night of Tristan’s death and Rylan hadn’t spoken a word to her. Williams wasn’t helping either. He didn’t like her and opted to stay out of their beef completely. Lana wondered how they were both staying at the same house, but they couldn’t talk to each other. Rylan had blamed himself for Tristan’s murder, but she had been the one behind it all along. If she hadn’t blurted out Rylan’s secret to Jain, Tristan would still be alive. This was all her fault. Rylan dropped the weights and sat back on the bench with a

“Welcome, Mr. Daystar,” Mr. Todd Bentley greeted. “It’s my pleasure,” Rylan said, shaking his hand. “Please. Have a seat?” Todd offered, pointing at the seat before him. “Thank you,” Rylan replied before sitting down. They were in an office with pictures of a football team decorating the room. Mr. Todd Bentley had invited Rylan over to discuss a potential sale. The football team was going bankrupt and there was almost nothing that could save them. Only one person could, and that was Rylan Daystar. Tells wwe a multi-billionaire. Investing in a club like this meant nothing to him. Todd loved this club so much that he couldn’t bear to see it get beaten down. He had to find a solution, and Rylan was that solution. Behind Rylan stood Leah Marcher who had a briefcase in her hand. Her long black hair glowed as she stood with her hand before her. There was only one seat in the room, and that was the one Rylan had taken. Todd had contacted her to tell her that they were in crisis. He had