Referring to Isabella as a fool was akin to staring a predator in the face and spitting at it, daring it to act, and as a result, Isabella did not take this lightly. Quickly, she thrust her legs forward, closing the distance between Emily and herself. Without a moment's hesitation, Isabella struck her in the face with the back of her hand. "Smack." This had a significant effect on Emily. Her cheek turned as red as a ripe tomato in the heat of summer. However, if this meant that Emily stopped laughing, it was a falsehood. "You've been spying on me for the past five days. Do you think we don't know?" Emily stated it immediately, her words still wrapped in the cocoon of her laughter. "We know, and we decided to play along. And we were prepared for you, you bi*ch," Emily said. The use of "we" in her words made Isabella wander in the desert of her own thoughts, and she couldn't help but ask a question. "Who is 'we'?" "Who else?" Emily burst into another episode of laughter at this mom
"And this is Rebecca Johnson reporting live from Global Network News. Mary, how are things over there?" Everything that had happened, including the reasons for Isabella Rosewood's arrest by the police, had been reported live on all TV channels, and Global Network News was no exception. Furthermore, they had invited Victorial Sinclair to be interviewed about her thoughts on the whole scenario. *** "Mrs. Victorial Sinclair, what do you think about all these happenings?" "Thank you, Miss Mary. There is a lot I think about in this scenario. However, does what I think matter? The deed has already been done, and we can only see what happens from here." "You are right, Mrs. Victorial Sinclair. However, Isabella Rosewood is your daughter. I know that at some point you divorced her father. I mean, the last time you were here, you categorically stated that fact. But now, with your daughter finding herself in what I would call hot water, the public really wants to know what you think. So, wh
Alexander Rosewood saw everything broadcast live from Global Network News, but the fact that he saw it from the comfort of his home was a lie. On the street, he continued to live, and from the billboard, he watched the whole news, which included an interview with his ex-wife.Without delay, he wanted to be very sure, as his heart began to race like a thoroughbred at the starting gate."Hi there, sorry I missed your call. My phone is currently unreachable, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Is there something urgent you need? Say it after this voice," Mr. Alexander heard for the third time as he called Isabella's phone."Damn!" he exclaimed immediately. Then he picked up his phone again and placed a call. However, if he was calling Isabella this time, it was another lie."We will have to suspend that. The cat has been caught and will be sent to jail. I have another mission for you. Don't worry about the money; I will pay in a little time. Isabella Rosewood, get her out of there
After reading the letter, Isabella raised her head with a brighter hope on her face, closed her eyes, and let out a heavy sigh. "I am ready," she exclaimed, and then opened her eyes again. What she saw was the officer before her placing his finger on his mouth and making a shushing sound. "Shhh..." Without any further words, Isabella understood what he meant, and she nodded, listening as the officer whispered, "Bring your hands; I am cuffing you again." Like an obedient child who listens, Isabella extended her hands to the officer and watched as he cuffed her as he said. "Walk in that direction and never look back," the officer said once again, and immediately Isabella began to walk, obeying the instruction of the officer. This path led out of the small room where Isabella had read the letter from her father. It was a dimly lit corridor, one of many branching off the small, windowless room. The corridor stretched out before her, lined with peeling paint and flickering overhead lig
As they reached the vehicle parked in the direction of the hills, she saw that it was a sleek, midnight blue sedan. She also noticed that the exterior of the car gleamed under the moonlight, reflecting the twinkling stars above. Suddenly, as she continued to stare at the car, she heard the officer say, “Undress and put this on.” Upon hearing that, Isabella, of course, without needing to be told, understood why she had to undress and change into new clothes. Clearly, her dress was a representation of confinement, designed for practicality rather than style. It was described as shapeless, with a dull gray color, short sleeves, and a modest hem that reached just below the knees. The fabric was coarse and uncomfortable against her skin, serving as a constant reminder of her imprisonment. However, for the officer to undress right in front of Isabella was a shocking revelation to her, and she immediately asked, "You are not an officer?" “I never said I was. In fact, I said I was sent by
"As they drove at a fast speed on the offroad, they soon reached a flowing river that was neither wide nor deep at all. The bottom of the river could be seen even as they got down from the vehicle. However, if Isabella was ready for what was about to happen, it was a lie.“We have to ditch this vehicle and go on,” Mr. X said suddenly.Hence, without hearing what Isabella wanted to say, he opened the car door and stepped his feet out of the car. In the same manner, as Isabella realized that Mr. X, instead of listening to her, got out of the car and closed the car door, she got out as well, and at the top of her voice, yet calmly, she said,“How do we go on if we have to ditch this vehicle? The road should still be too far from here. We absolutely cannot go that far on foot.”It did not matter if Isabella spoke loudly or not. Mr. X only walked towards the flowing river, bent down, and gently placed his hand into it.“This is a flowing river, and it leads down to the pitch. This should b
As her eyes remained closed, when she least expected it, she suddenly felt Mr. X's hand push her from behind, and she immediately fell off the cliff into the waterfall.As Mr. X pushed Isabella off the cliff, an overwhelming rush of emotions engulfed her. In that split second of her fall, she felt a heart-pounding mix of fear, exhilaration, and weightlessness. Immediately, she opened her eyes and saw that the wind whistled in her ears, and the world around her blurred into a chaotic whirl.Also, the notion that she did not open her mouth in the loudest scream was a lie. Like a silent betrayal of the fear and exhilaration that coursed through her, she screamed like a child who stared at death in the face, and she knew there was no way she was going to make it out of the deep waters alive.Suddenly, she plunged into the deep water beneath the cliff she had been pushed from, and the whole thing transformed from a turbulent fall into a disorienting immersion. The shock of the cold water s
With these quad bikes, Isabella and Mr. X arrived at Eldridge at Ethan Mark's mansion. Consequently, if anyone recognized them, it would be a lie. While they remained on the bikes, they wore their helmets, preventing anyone from recognizing them, especially Isabella. "This street looks exactly the same as when I left it," Isabella said as they remained seated on the quad bikes, gazing at Ethan Mark's mansion. "What's the plan, Mr. X?" Isabella turned to Mr. X and asked suddenly. "Nothing. We wait. We must understand their routine and determine the perfect time to strike," Mr. X said immediately. "I did this before, and it's what led me to prison," Isabella said, chuckling in dissatisfaction about the plan Mr. X had. "You were caught because you didn't act smart. You kidnapped your victim and left her phone in the trunk. How else was she able to contact Ethan and reveal your location until you were caught?" "That's not true!" Isabella said immediately. She then suddenly paused. At
Pushing her back into her prison cell like a reluctant pawn being returned to its square on a chessboard, Isabella fell on the prison floor, resembling a fragile autumn leaf descending with a surrender to the inevitable embrace of the cold, hard ground. No matter how her voice had risen in anger towards her mother in the meeting room, she knew very well that she wanted to read the contents of the letter in the envelope and discover the help Ethan Mark had promised her. "Would he file for my release?" "Has he bought me a home as a sign of my forgiveness?" "Would he take me back as his wife?" Different questions rushed through her mind like a tumultuous river, each query cascading over the other. As she held the envelope in her hand, she sat at the corner of her cell and stared at it much more closely. In this way, she saw that the surface of the envelope bore a faint trace of handling, like a blank canvas marked only by the weight of the untold. She also observed the edges, crisp
As Isabella saw her mother through the glass panel, her eyes first peered at her face, which was fresh and glowing like a sun-kissing morning, radiating warmth and vitality. Similarly, she observed her hair, cascading strands of silk, flowing effortlessly, resembling a gentle waterfall gracing a serene landscape.But if that were all, it would be a lie. She also noticed her dress, which was as beautiful as a field of blooming flowers, each petal a vibrant hue, creating a tapestry of elegance. Likewise, her neck, ears, and wrists were adorned with jewelry, resembling constellations adorning the night sky, each piece a sparkling star in the galaxy of her elegance.Taking in this perfect image of her mother, the thought immediately struck Isabella that her mother's current appearance was the complete inverse of hers—a mess in a uniform and in a confined space, akin to a wildflower struggling to bloom in a cramped garden bed."Been a while," Victoria Sinclair said again, immediately as Is
Like a fish forced to live in the desert for the crime she had committed, Isabella's prison days wove a bleak tapestry of monotony and despair. The cold, unforgiving reality of prison life left her yearning for freedom, with each passing moment feeling like an eternity. The absence of familiar faces and the pervasive loneliness created a profound sense of desolation that permeated every aspect of her existence.Most especially, the daily beatings from her tormentor, Elara Whitewind, resembled an unrelenting storm, leaving Isabella's spirit battered and broken, akin to a shipwreck in the tempest of her despair. This was the reason she wished she had never set foot in the prison yard, mess hall, or communal bathroom ever again.However, whether she wished to visit those places or not, prison protocol had to be followed, leaving her no choice but to be present even in the devil's face if the protocol demanded it.In the dimly lit mess hall, clattering trays and hushed conversations fille
Ethan said nothing in response to Mr. Alexander's words. Instead, as if he hadn't heard him, he seized a seat on the other side of the table and crossed his left leg over his right.Yet, this did not mean he spoke at this moment. The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the table, as if he were playing an invisible piano.In this manner, Ethan Mark exuded authority. Gazing calmly from Mr. Alexander's feet to the tangled mess of hair atop his head, he looked at him. With a serenity akin to the gentle flow of the Nile and a voice as soft as a satisfied dove contemplating a defeated jungle lion, he suddenly spoke."Kneel and apologize."Upon hearing these words, Mr. Alexander's eyes widened in shock. He never anticipated a day when he would be asked to kneel and beg for mercy, especially from the person he had always regarded as a poor bastard.Like an enslaved cat in the presence of a lion, Mr. Alexander fell to his knees as Ethan Mark instructed, pleading, "I was a ter
Seeing how bold, tall, and dangerous this prisoner appeared and observing his audacious manner of poking at him was akin to witnessing a prowling lion, confident in its dominance, taunting its prey before the impending strike. Mr. Alexander then immediately turned his back, attempting to escape from this menacing part of the communal bathroom like a startled deer seeking refuge from the looming threat in the dark forest. "I have to run," he muttered in total fright, his voice a tremor in the echoing silence, like a desperate whisper carried away by the chilling wind of impending danger. However, if his intention was for success, it was a futile hope. "And where do you think you are running to, huh?" Another prisoner said this behind him and pushed him forward like a pawn on the unforgiving chessboard of the prison's power dynamics. As Mr. Alexander was pushed forward, he witnessed how the older prisoners immediately surrounded him. He also noticed how they revealed smirks on their c
After speaking for hours, the man who had conversed with him advised Mr. Alexander to get some sleep. He emphasized the importance of having alert eyes to observe any unfortunate events that might occur in the morning. And with that, Mr. Alexander retreated to the corner of his cell once again, burying his head in his ankle like a ship seeking refuge in the harbor of solitude, sheltering itself from the tempest of the prison's harsh reality. He sat on the ground, succumbing to a haunted sleep. *** The next morning revealed Mr. Alexander as a mere specter of resilience, marked by the weariness of a night spent in the clutches of haunted dreams, like a tattered flag fluttering weakly after enduring the relentless storm of a sleepless night. His eyes, burdened with unrest, betrayed the toll of his surroundings. Disheveled strands of hair clung to his forehead, bearing witness to the restless hours entangled in unsettling dreams. As he rose from the dark corner of his cell, his eyes fir
"Long story, man," the man answered. However, if this was all he said, it was a lie. He began to unravel his own narrative, detailing how his legs became amputated and one of his hands irreparably broken and dislocated."You see, I entered this prison as a healthy man. My crimes weren't that significant. I robbed a bank because I couldn't bear to watch my daughter suffer. We hadn't eaten for days, and robbing the bank seemed like my only option." He took a deep sigh and continued talking."Yes, you guessed right. The mission was unsuccessful, and before I knew it, I was completely surrounded by the police. I had no guns, only a knife and a dagger. I never headed to the vault but collected pieces from each person I encountered in the bank. I just wanted to be able to feed my daughter and move on with life the next day.""While being surrounded, there was nothing more I could do than raise my hands in the air and let the police apprehend me. God knows it was the biggest mistake I ever m
Arriving at the prison, Mr. Alexander saw how the prison walls were imposing, resembling a fortress of despair that stood as a testament to the shadows of society. Certainly, he shook his head in regret, as he had never been to a place this horrible before.He observed cold steel bars, like sentinels of incarceration, confining notorious men whose stories were etched in the graffiti of hardened souls. Similarly, he noticed how the air hung heavy with the weight of regret, whispers of past misdeeds echoing through the dimly lit corridors.The sounds of his handcuffs tucked in chains down to his ankle made obvious sounds as he was escorted through the corridor harboring the cells of different notorious men by two prison officers whose faces lacked smiles, as if they hadn't smiled for many notorious years. Hence, he saw individuals behind these cells harboring untold secrets with their unappealing faces and frightful behaviors.Upon witnessing him and the others being escorted to their r
“Detective Sharon, we would love to ask you a few questions if you do not mind. We are sure this would help the public understand more of what is going on,” one reporter said immediately. “Alright, please go ahead. If this would help the general public understand more of what is going on, “Thank you, Detective Sharon. Now that Mr. Alexander, Mr. X, and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to lengthy prison terms, and Attorney Reynolds is awaiting the outcome of his investigation before he is sentenced, do you think that would be the end of this deadly organization?” “Yes, Mr. X. Mr. Alexander Rosewood and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to prison for a very long term, and if care is not taken, for life imprisonment. However, this is not the end of the organization. As you might already know, the deadly organization is a large organization that has penetrated every sector, which could even include the police, the prison officers, the legal system, and many more, which could even i