Lena’s heart pounded as the metal door of her cell creaked open. The officer’s voice, as impersonal as ever, cut through the drab monotony. “You’ve got a visitor, Thompson. Follow me.”With cautious hope, Lena followed the officer down the sterile hallway, her thoughts racing with the possibility that Victor had come to see her. The anticipation was a fleeting comfort, but when the door to the visitor’s room opened, her hope was dashed. Judge Hamilton stood there, her presence commanding and unexpectedly somber.Hamilton’s usually detached demeanour softened slightly as she looked at her niece. “Lena,” she began, her voice laced with a rare note of genuine concern. “How are you holding up?”Lena managed a strained smile. “I’m managing. But I didn’t expect to see you here. What’s going on?”Hamilton’s face grew serious, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I came to give you a warning. You know the Blackwells recently found their heir—Anderson Blackwell. He knows all about your case. Be very

Uncle Judas slammed his fist against the table, his face contorted in fury as he watched the news on the large screen. “This boy is doing the complete opposite!” he roared. “He’s dragging our name through the mud! What is he thinking?” His frustration was palpable as he seethed over the latest developments.Evelyn, his wife, entered the room, her face marked with concern. “Judas, you need to calm down,” she said softly. “You’re going to make yourself ill with all this anger.”Judas shot her a fierce look. “Calm down? Look at this!” He jabbed at the screen where Anderson Blackwell canceled a product launch he was supposed to oversee. “Instead of attending the board meeting, which was critical, he’s overruled the entire launch. It’s a disaster!”Evelyn approached him cautiously. “I understand you’re frustrated. But yelling at the screen won’t fix anything. What’s our next move?”Judas’s eyes were wild with rage. “This isn’t just a minor issue. It’s catastrophic! The board meeting was cr

Amelia sat in her grand but dimly lit living room, the weight of Father Michael’s words pressing heavily on her chest. The comfort of home did little to quell the storm brewing inside her. The air in the room was thick, as if even the walls shared in her despair. Her hands trembled slightly as she glanced at the untouched tray of food the maid had quietly placed beside her hours ago. She hadn’t eaten all day. The thought of food churned her stomach, amplifying the nausea rising from the pit of her guilt.The door creaked open, breaking the stillness. Victor stepped inside, his presence imposing but gentle. His eyes, sharp and searching, immediately found hers. “Mother?” he called softly, his voice heavy with concern, though he tried to mask it. “Why haven’t you eaten?”Amelia’s heart clenched at the sound of his voice, a son’s devotion wrapped in every syllable. She turned slowly, her gaze lingering on his face, the strong jawline that reminded her so much of his father. But her mind

Victor Montgomery leaned back in his leather seat, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest as the plane descended toward the runway. His eyes gleamed with cold satisfaction, his mind already a step ahead. Anderson thought he could outsmart me? The thought amused him. He had waited patiently for this moment, and thanks to Raul, his most trusted assistant, everything had fallen into place perfectly. Raul had delivered valuable information: one of the Blackwell guards had cracked, spilling every detail of Anderson’s so-called master plan. It was laughable, really. Anderson, with all his resources, had failed to account for the one thing Victor excelled at—predicting the unpredictable. While Anderson thought everything was under control, Victor’s men were already in Germany, waiting for Lena’s arrival. The jet touched down with a soft thud on the runway. Victor adjusted his suit jacket, smoothing out the creases as he stood. He cracked his neck, his movements deliberate, unhurri

Amelia arrived at the hospital for what was supposed to be a routine check-up. As she sat on the examination table, her doctor frowned at the results on his clipboard.“Mrs. Montgomery, you haven’t taken your medication for the last month,” the doctor said, looking up with concern. “This is serious.”Amelia waved her hand dismissively, cutting him off. “I don’t need it. Don’t you see? I’m perfectly fine without all those pills.”The doctor sighed. “Amelia—”Enough!” She snapped, her voice ice-cold. “I’ve lived long enough to know what my body needs.” She slid off the examination table, grabbing her purse as she stormed toward the door.The doctor watched helplessly as Amelia left the room, her stubbornness an unmovable force. Outside, Amelia entered her car, her mind already far from the doctor's warnings. But as the door closed and the engine started, an unfamiliar voice greeted her from the front seat.“Who are you?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing as she saw a man in the backseat.