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From Prison Bars To Gold Bars. 101. The Club
After the doctor did one last check on Van, he was discharged and free to go home. They packed up their things, and Van was all set to leave. Since they had concluded that Cynthia had people that were monitoring him, Ivy decided to call Boyd for help. "This is what we're going to do," he started. "Since we don't know who those people are, or where they are. Van and I are going to switch our outfits, then I'll leave with Ivy and Van heads on a separate route to the hotel he wants to stay in. That way, people would think that I'm you, and they'd follow Ivy and I.""Wow, that's actually pretty smart." Van said after Boyd was done with his explanation. "Let's just hope it works. But why don't you want to complain to the police? I mean the drug she gave Van could have hurt him badly. You even have the test results to back your claims.""You're right, but Van and I came here for honeymoon. We don't want anything complicated like a police case. Besides, we don't know where she lives, we
From Prison Bars To Gold Bars. 102. Abduction
Macy wondered why Ivy was always against her doing things for Jasper. It was no secret that she was against it when she mentioned having a joint account with him as well. Could it be that she knew something she wasn't telling her?Or was she just against her relationship with him because Jasper was younger?She would have to ask her once she went back. Just as she got out of the bathroom, a tall buff man blocked her path. "Hey pretty, wanna dance?""No. Now please excuse me , I have to get back to my date." She tried to by pass him but he stopped her. "What is it?""I'm afraid you have to come with me." He ordered. "Excuse me? I don't have to do anything, now get the hell out of my way." Again when she tried to leave he stopped her. This time with something else. "Does this change your mind?" He asked in an intimidating tone as he touched her with the revolver in his hand. Macy froze up, unable to speak or do anything else. "Now that you're calm, how about we try this again. Woul
From Prison Bars To Gold Bars. 103. Desperate Soul
As Ivy stood in the motel room, glaring at Chris who only smiled lazily at her, she began to rack her brain for ways she could get out of the situation she had found herself in, because she knew that what ever he wanted her to do would definitely be something she wouldn't be able to. He didn't look like he was with a weapon and since she just walked in, she knew the door was unlocked. If she turned and ran out with her best speed, Ivy was sure that she could make it out, but that would mean she had to abandon Macy…. and she couldn't do that. Chris seemed to be aware of that as well, and that was probably the reason he looked so calm. "How long are you going to keep staring at me from afar? I'm sure you could get a better up close view if you sat with me here." He said with a smile. "Where is she?""Who? Oh your friend? Bo hoo, and here I thought you were here to see me. How disappointing.""Don't play games with me! Where are you keeping her?! You better not lay a hand on her, you
From Prison Bars To Gold Bars. 104. Moses
BRIMESVILLE."Are you really going to let this slide? You know this is what that bastard wants.""It doesn't matter, Bianca was the one who made her choice. I was going to give that bitch a chance at a better life, and yet she chose to embarrass me. Me. I am Moses Wilson, every girl in this entire city wants to be with me. They love me. They want me! Who the hell is that bastard! How dare he try to make a fool of me this way?Now I can't even walk outside with my head high without having one reporter or the other harassing me about what happened between me and my wife to be. Did you see the article they posted? Who the hell is this stupid Fisherman anyway? What are they trying to achieve?""What did he say about you this time?""It wasn't about me! That is the annoying part of this whole thing. He wrote an entire article about my marriage, my fiancee, my fucking life and yet the stupid thing was not about me. Instead he made it all about that stupid son of a bitch! Who the hell is
From Prison Bars To Gold Bars. 105. Back Together
BRIMESVILLE."Really? That was really what he said?""Yes. I already had a long talk with him and he decided that he was not going to let such a trivial thing come between you two.""Are you sure? He refused to take my calls and he won't even see me no matter how much I beg.""Yeah, but that was before I spoke to him. You know I'm not just Moses's personal assistant, I am also his long time friend. And I already advised him not to let that scum come between you two. The reason he refused to take your calls before was because he was hurt. You and I both know that what you did was painful. If it was me, I would definitely be hurt as well. My woman, acting like that at the wedding of your ex. It doesn't paint a nice picture. Of both you and your fiance.""So? Can I go and see him now?""Right now? Probably not. He was having a really important meeting with some of the company's shareholders, and those kind of meetings usually stretch out for a long time. Maybe tomorrow.""Okay, thank yo
From Prison Bars To Gold Bars. 106. Girl Talk
"What?" "I don't know if I'm right, I'm kinda hoping I'm not. But I've been suspecting him for about a week now, and yesterday, I heard him on the phone. He said he would be leaving soon and he said something about planning a wedding. I'm not exactly sure if he was talking about himself or someone else, but it kinda sounded like he was talking about himself."The first time it happened, Macy caught Jasper browsing through the internet for perfect anniversary gifts for your girlfriend, and it wasn't their anniversary. In fact, they had never celebrated any anniversary. Jasper said it was only meaningful after at least six months of relationship, so she had been eagerly anticipating theirs. She thought he had changed his mind, but he never got her any gift. The second time was when she got a call from her friend who worked at a jewelry store that he had purchased a necklace for his girlfriend's birthday present. Macy's birthday had been two months before that time. She didn't want
From Prison Bars To Gold Bars. 107. The Guest
"Ivy, hey." She turned back and smiled as she saw the person who called her. "Cassie, what's up?" It still came as a surprise to Ivy that she would make a friend in Hawaii before leaving, but Cassie was just too friendly that it felt inevitable. "I'm good. How've you been? You hardly respond to any of my messages.""Yeah, I'm sorry. I've just been going through a lot these days.""Oh? Anything you'd like to share?" She glanced behind Ivy and saw Macy seated on a bench. "Hello.""Oh hi.""Is she okay?" Cassie asked, still looking at Macy."Yeah. She's just going through some things." Ivy didn't think it was right to divulge Macy's personal matters to someone she barely knew. "It's okay, Ivy. You can tell her." Macy hated Jasper for hurting her feelings, but she still felt terrible because she loved him. "Her boyfriend is planning on getting married to someone else. And they're still together." Ivy briefed her, but the summary explanation wasn't enough for Macy because she stood up
From Prison Bars To Gold Bars. 108. A Psycho's Confession
"C-chris? What are you doing here?""Isn't it obvious my darling? I came here to check up on you. Besides, I wanted to apologize for frightening you back at the club the other night. That was not what I had in mind.""How did you know where I live?""Don't mind that, I can find anyone and any place as long as it's here. You seem to be forgetting that this is my territory." He strolled into the living room, looking around like he was accessing the place. "Not bad. But if you were with me, I'd get you a house ten times bigger and better than this one." He said with a confident grin. "Go away."He frowned at her. "My love, are you still angry at me? Honest, I never meant to scare you." He took small steps towards her as he spoke. "Stay away from me you psycho. Get out now before I call the cops.""The cops? Don't make me laugh honey. No one can arrest me, and even if they dare to, my father will just get me out, and I'll come right back to you. There really is no need for this to be d
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186. The Fire
When Ivy heard the first round of gunshots, she felt like her heart had stopped. A cold, paralyzing dread wrapped itself around her chest, making it hard to breathe. She knew she was supposed to run or at least try to hide, but her fear kept her rooted in place, her legs frozen, her mind screaming but her body refusing to respond.She saw Anae fall—her body jerking back with the impact, then crumpling lifelessly to the ground. Blood spread out beneath her like ink on paper. Ivy wanted to scream, to run to her, to do something—anything—but her limbs betrayed her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, silent and hot, blurring her vision. Her entire body trembled as the horror unfolded before her.She was afraid—more afraid than she had ever been. She had always known the risks, knew that pushing for the truth, for answers, would make her enemies among the higher-ups. But she had never truly considered what the consequences might look like. Not like this. Not in gunfire and bloodshed. Not in A
185. Set Up
It was obvious Anae was skeptical about helping them—Van could see it in her eyes, in the stiffness in her shoulders, in the way her fingers hovered near the concealed blade on her hip. Maybe she thought they’d been sent by the company to find out what she knew—and eliminate her, once and for all.But something about Van made her hesitate. Something about the way he stood, not too close, not too far. The way he spoke—not pushing, not demanding. And his eyes… they didn’t carry the coldness of a corporate enforcer. They held a kind of warmth Anae hadn’t seen in a long time. It made her want to trust him, even if her instincts screamed otherwise.Not only was he attractive—his perfectly lined jaw, the softness of his expression, the kind of eyes that looked like they'd seen too much—but he also had a way with words. He didn’t speak like someone trying to convince her. He spoke like someone who understood. After being isolated from people for so long, Anae found herself aching to feel hum
184. Anae II
The road to Albany was long and uneventful, and the silence in the car grew heavier with every mile they drove. Ivy couldn’t stop thinking about the name Anae Voss. There was something haunting about it—sharp and distant, like a forgotten memory trying to claw its way back.They arrived on the edge of the city just after ten AM, when the streets had started coming alive slowly. Van had a location: a converted warehouse on the outskirts, near the old rail yards. The neighborhood looked half-forgotten—graffiti-covered brick walls, boarded-up storefronts, old industrial fences rusting under the weight of years.“She's in there?” Ivy asked, eyeing the building.“She was, forty-eight hours ago,” Van said. “No guarantees. But according to the result of the extensive research we did, someone’s living off-grid inside.”Elias shifted uncomfortably. “She won’t like being found.”“Then let’s not give her a reason to shoot first,” Ivy muttered.They approached cautiously, parking a block away and
183. Anae
The hours crawled by.The city outside Van’s office never really slept, but up here on the twelfth floor, it felt like time was holding its breath. The room had settled into a heavy, anxious quiet. Van worked at one of his monitors, his face lit in ghostly blue. Ivy sat near Elias, trying to keep her mind from spiraling.She kept thinking about that moment in the car, the way the SUV had clung to their tail like a shadow. She thought about her aunt, about what might have happened if they hadn’t realized they were being followed. And she kept hearing Van’s words in her head:You have to assume they might have weapons.She hadn’t told her aunt anything. And now she couldn’t. Not until she knew it was safe. If it would ever be safe again.Elias had dozed off briefly, but his sleep was shallow and restless. He stirred often, his lips moving with unheard words. Ivy watched him, her heart aching. He looked younger like this. Softer. The fear and guilt stripped away for just a moment.Van br
182. More Secrets
“What?” Ivy thought she didn't hear him correctly. “It's okay. It's safe.” That was the only explanation he gave as he grabbed his jacket and headed out. They drove down the highway for a while before he swirled off to a street that Ivy had never been to. She thought about about saying something to lighten up the mood but eventually decided against it. They drove through the unfamiliar neighborhood for about thirty minutes before he parked in front of a simple looking building. On the door of the building, a ‘keep away’ sign was hanged, but of course it didn't keep Van from pushing the foor open. It was stark, utilitarian, but something about it felt like a bunker. A safe haven in a war zone.The three of them walked in, with Van leading. Seated on the couch was a dark skinned man with a cigarette in his mouth. “You weren’t followed?” he asked immediately.“I don’t think so,” Van said. “I was very careful on the way.”The man nodded, ushering them inside. “Lock the door behind
181. A Mafia Lord?
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing a dimly lit corridor lined with glass-walled offices. Van’s was at the end, a deep black door keeping the contents behind it a mystery. Elias was the one who knocked on the door and when Ivy saw the person who opened it, her face contorted into a frown. The lady standing before her was dressed in a black fitted mini dress that outlined the curves and edges of her body well. In Ivy's opinion, the dress was much too short and too revealing to wear to work, so she concluded that she wasn't a staff. “Are you coming in?” She asked and Ivy realized she had been staring. Smiling politely, she walked into the large office with Elias following right behind her. It didn't take long before she spotted Van, he stood by window with his back turned to them. Even without seeing his face, it wasn't hard to tell that Van was a very attractive man. He was on the phone, and judging by the way he was waving his arm around, Ivy suspected that h
180. The Chase
The headlights behind them hadn’t wavered for miles. Ivy tightened her grip on the steering wheel, trying to keep her breathing steady as she turned onto a quieter side street. The car behind them turned too. Her heart skipped. Once could be coincidence. Twice… She stole a glance at the rearview mirror. The vehicle maintained a steady distance, close enough to keep them in sight, far enough not to alarm casual onlookers.“Elias, I think we’re being followed,” she said quietly. Elias immediately snapped his head toward her. “What?”“I think they’ve been on us since the main highway. I tried to shake them a few turns back, but they’re still there.” she explained. His face drained of color. He ran a hand through his hair, fingers trembling. “It’s them. It has to be. Ivy, if they catch us—”“They won’t,” she said firmly, although her voice cracked on the last word. She pulled the car over and let a black SUV speed past—only to have it slow down a block ahead and pull over too. Confirmed
179. Missing
Moses sat in his office, the steady ticking of the antique clock on the wall matching the rhythm of his thoughts. He stared at the documents sprawled across his desk, none of which made any sense anymore. The Hartley meeting had been a disaster—he didn't expect things to escalate that much. But he wasn't even botherd that much by it, what he was more concerned about was the fact that since that day, Bianca had disappeared from his life like a ghost retreating into the shadows.He hadn’t seen her. He hadn’t heard from her. Not a call. Not a text. Not even one of those curt voice notes she used to send when she was annoyed with him but still too fond to stay silent. The silence was deafening, and more than anything, it was suspicious.Bianca’s parents, especially her mother, were not ones to sit back and allow things to fall apart without putting up a fight. If her mother hadn't already tried to "talk sense into her,"as she would put it,then the world had surely turned upside down."Wha
178. Elias
Flashback Two years earlier.The rain had been relentless that night—cold, insistent, and loud enough to mask the sound of approaching footsteps.Elias Grant stood alone in his office at JK Enterprises, the screen of his laptop casting a soft glow across his face. Financial reports, transaction logs, security footage timestamps—all of it laid bare in front of him. He had finally seen enough.He had been CFO for six years. Long enough to earn the family's trust, long enough to know which stones not to turn. But curiosity was a dangerous thing.Especially in a family like the Wilsons.The numbers hadn’t added up for months. Offshore payments disguised as consulting fees. A Cayman shell company with a fake board. Richard Wilson’s name never appeared directly—but his fingerprints were all over the transactions.Elias had started to put together a private dossier. He never told Ivy. Not yet. She was too close, too vulnerable. And he didn’t trust the board—or anyone else.That night, he co
