Andrew sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw clenched as he stared at his reflection in the rearview mirror. His eyes were dark, filled with unspoken rage. He had just left the meeting with Eleanor, and something about it felt off. She was hiding something. He knew it. But the problem was—he had no proof. For the first time in a long time, Andrew felt like he wasn’t in control. The FBI was supposed to find the drug in Damian’s house. But they hadn’t. Now, the media was painting Damian as a victim. And worst of all—Eric, the only loose end, was now dead. Andrew had been preparing to deal with him after this scandal settled, but someone had beaten him to it. His fingers tapped against the steering wheel. Whoever had gotten to Eric was smart. And he had a feeling it was Eleanor. His phone buzzed on the passenger seat. He glanced down and saw the name Victor. He exhaled sharply before answering. “What is it?” he snapped.

The cold, dimly lit interrogation room smelled of stale coffee and sweat. Andrew sat stiffly on the chair, his fingers curled into tight fists on the table. His face was blank, but his mind was in chaos. The walls around him felt like they were closing in—four days in police custody, and not a single charge had stuck.Because the evidence was gone.He knew it had been there. The drug he planted in Damian’s blood should have led to the revocation of his license, maybe even a criminal charge. But somehow, it had vanished before the FBI arrived, leaving them scrambling for answers and him under unnecessary scrutiny.And now, she was here.Eleanor.She sat across from him, one leg casually crossed over the other, her lips curved into a knowing smirk. Dressed in a sleek black blazer and skirt, she looked more like someone here to negotiate a business deal than visit a man under suspicion."You should be grateful," she mused, tapping her perfectly manicured nails against the metal table. "T

Andrew sat alone in his dimly lit office, the air thick with an unsettling tension that mirrored the chaos swirling in his mind. After returning from the party, he had sought refuge in the familiar embrace of fine wine. Three bottles lay empty beside him, their contents drained in a desperate attempt to numb the frustration that gnawed at his insides. He gulped down another glass, the deep red liquid swirling like the turmoil in his head. Each sip was a fleeting distraction, a momentary escape from the reality he was desperately trying to avoid.Eleanor’s reaction earlier haunted him. When he had surprised her at her office, he had hoped for some warmth, a smile, or at least a hint of affection. Instead, he had found her engrossed in her work, her gaze fixed on her computer screen. It was her use of his middle name, "Andrew La Pete," that struck him hardest. She only used it when she needed something from him when she wanted his full attention. Her voice, laced with playful sarcasm, h

Bianca was in her office while shuffling the piles of papers in front of her, she couldn't stop smiling as things had been working out perfectly. She wasn't happy that her sister she had grown up with and already gotten used to being with was her source of challenges.While her hands were busy trailing out errors and tendering her signature, her mind wouldn't stop drifting to how things had become hectic for the past few months. Her mind drifted to Andrew who still hasn't been caught and also Eric’s murderer who had yet been caught.A slight dry cough pulled her out of her trance and raised her to meet with Damian who wouldn't stop smiling, she locked her gaze with his intense stare filled with lust, leaving her cheeks flushed as red. They had been making intense lovemaking all these days, she couldn't believe she would end up falling head over heels for him, not after everything they'd all gone through, and yet she couldn't stop living the fact that he had kept his love for him true

It had been over a month since Eric’s murderer had been brought to justice. The case had concluded, and the aftermath had settled into a sort of peace that everyone was trying to hold onto. Life had moved on for most of them. Bianca and Damian were thriving, preparing for the arrival of their first child. Charlotte had moved out of state with Jason after he proposed, and the city seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. The storm that had plagued them for so long had passed. Or so it seemed.But for Eleanor, there had been no relief. No peace. Her mind had remained tangled with unfinished business, things she hadn’t shared with anyone. Especially Damian. She had left him in the dark, not out of malice but because she had to. He could never know the truth about her, about her involvement in the darker parts of the mystery they had all just escaped from. She had to keep her distance. He couldn’t know what she had done, not if her plans were going to succeed. If Damian, or anyone,