Eleanor stood in the grand foyer of Andrew's mansion, her presence radiating an intensity that momentarily stilled the air. She paced like a predator, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor, a stark contrast to the subtle tremors of the maids who hovered near the edges of the room. The atmosphere thickened with unspoken tension, each second stretching out as she awaited his arrival. When Andrew finally walked in, a charming smile plastered across his face, the juxtaposition was striking. He exuded an air of triumph, the kind that usually accompanied a significant achievement. But Eleanor's simmering anger overshadowed his victory. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she snapped, her voice slicing through the air. The sharpness in her tone made it clear that she was not in the mood for pleasantries. Andrew’s demeanor shifted slightly; the playful, carefree facade began to crack under Eleanor's scrutiny. Andrew approached her deliberately, every step calculated as he closed t

Damian sat in the dimly lit hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of machines creating a soothing backdrop to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. Bianca lay in the bed, her face framed by tousled hair, eyes fluttering open as if awakening from a long, deep sleep. The moment their gazes met, a spark ignited between them, a connection that transcended the confines of the sterile room.“Damian?” she said, her voice a whisper, filled with disbelief. “Is it you?”He nodded, his heart racing as he leaned closer, absorbing every detail of her expression. It was as if time had folded in on itself, and the world outside had faded away. “Yes, it’s me. You’re safe now,” he replied, his voice steady but thick with emotion.As the reality of her surroundings settled in, Bianca’s brow furrowed in confusion. “I… I remember things, but they’re all jumbled. The last clear memory I have is—Regina!” Her voice wavered, and a tremor of disappointment coursed through her. “She knocked me out of co

Andrew had rushed in immediately and the moment she saw Bianca in tears, he rushed to her engulfing her in a big hug.Damian had been trying Bianca's number immediately when he got home and realized it wasn't going through only for it to be dropping, he called Bruno but he wasn't picking up.He had known something was going on, he had been expecting Bruno's message regarding their last discussion in luring Regina. He was forced to concentrate on the outcome of his hearing, the fact that Bianca hadn't been back was lingering in his heart creating different images of Bianca in danger.After he couldn't take it any longer he rushed to her office only to be told by her assistant that she had left some minutes ago.Damina felt a knot in his stomach tighten as he ran, the weight of his fear becoming almost tangible. He knew he had to find her before that fear consumed him completely. She was not just someone he cared about; she was his anchor, and without her, he felt lost in a sea of uncer

Bruno sat in his office, the dim light creating shadows that reflected his inner turmoil. As a detective, he was determined to capture Regina, driven by his anger towards Andrew. The thought of Andrew being free weighed heavily on him.In the interrogation room, Regina acted irrationally, blinded by her hatred for Damian. "Even if you tried to torture me, it would be a waste of time," she shot back defiantly. Bruno thought about Bianca—she would never approve of such methods.A smirk crossed his face as a plan formed in his mind. He quickly texted Damian about his next move.Soon after, Bruno and his team arrived at SAO County Hospital. The atmosphere buzzed with whispers as people speculated about why they were there.Bruno locked eyes with Andrew La Pete across the lobby. The gaze was filled with tension. Andrew smirked, saying, "What have I done to deserve this honor, Mr. Bruno?" He let the name hang in the air."You’re under arrest for being an accomplice in hiding the escapee," B

The morning started with trouble Damian barely had time to process what was happening before his front door was kicked open. The sound of heavy boots echoed through his house as men in dark uniforms stormed in, their weapons drawn.“FBI! Hands where we can see them!”He stood frozen in the living room, his heart slamming against his ribs. Several agents were already spreading out, moving with precision as they began searching his house.“What the hell is going on?” Damian demanded, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.One of the agents, a tall man with sharp eyes, stepped forward, holding up a warrant. “We have a legal search warrant for your residence, Dr. Carter. We received credible information that an illegal drug was stored in your home.”Damian’s breath caught in his throat. A drug? His mind raced. This had to be a mistake.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, his voice calm but firm.The agent’s gaze remained cold. “Then you won’t mind if we search.”