Lena sat in the cold, sterile room, her heart pounding as she faced the two detectives across the table. The overhead light cast harsh shadows, making the space feel even smaller, more suffocating. She tried to calm her nerves, but her hands trembled slightly as she clenched them in her lap. The nausea that had plagued her the night before still lingered, but she forced it down, determined not to show any weakness."Miss Lena," Detective Crawford began, his voice low and steady, "we need to ask you some questions about Jacob Montgomery’s death. It’s important that you answer truthfully."Lena nodded, her throat dry. "I understand. But I don’t know how I can help. I didn’t have anything to do with Jacob’s death."Detective Crawford exchanged a glance with his partner, Detective Mason, who leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. "We have reason to believe that you might have had a motive, Lena. Did you ever have any ill feelings towards Jacob? Anything at all?"Lena felt a cold swe
Anderson stood by the large windows in his study, gazing out at the night-cloaked estate. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. His mind was a storm of thoughts, each more unsettling than the last. The events of the day had left him exhausted, but sleep was a distant possibility. Just then, the butler knocked softly before entering the room."Master Anderson," the butler began, his tone carefully measured, "I’ve just received news. The Montgomery family will be facing court soon. It seems that Mark has been found."Anderson turned sharply, his expression unreadable. "Mark? Where did they find him?"The butler hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "He’s been placed in a secure hotel room under police watch. The suspect, according to reports, is Lena."A flicker of surprise crossed Anderson’s face. "Lena? That doesn’t make sense." He paused, considering the implications. "When is the court date?""The hearing is sch
Lena’s heart raced as she fumbled through her coat pockets, a growing sense of panic gnawing at her insides. She had just returned to her apartment, and the nagging feeling that something was missing had finally clicked into place—her purse. The small, black leather bag that held her most personal items, including her gun, was gone.“Where is it?” she muttered to herself, her voice tight with anxiety. Her mind raced as she retraced her steps, trying to remember the last time she’d seen it. She was sure she had it when she’d arrived at the hotel earlier that day. But after that…Her thoughts were cut off by a sudden, jarring knock on the door. It was too harsh, too insistent to be anything but trouble.Lena froze, her breath catching in her throat. Every nerve in her body screamed at her not to answer, to run, to hide. But before she could decide, the door swung open with a violent force, and several police officers burst into the room, their expressions grim and determined.“Lena T
The lavish drawing room was bathed in the warm, golden light of the early morning sun. Victor Montgomery stood by the grand window, looking out at the sprawling estate, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. The estate stretched out like a kingdom he had carefully built, brick by brick, scheme by scheme. Behind him, Amelia sat elegantly on a velvet settee, a crystal glass of champagne in hand, her eyes gleaming with approval they followed Victor's every movement."You’ve handled this beautifully, Victor," Amelia purred, her voice laced with admiration. Her words were slow and deliberate, like a cat savouring its prey. "Far smoother than I expected. Lena was always such a firecracker, but you’ve managed to snuff her out without so much as a flicker. It’s quite an accomplishment."Victor turned, his smile broadening as he met her gaze. "It was all about timing, Mother. Patience and precision. She thought she could outsmart us, but in the end, she played right into our hands."Ame
Anderson Blackwell sat in the dimly lit confines of his office, the weight of the morning pressing heavily on his shoulders. The gentle light filtering through the large windows did little to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind. He drummed his fingers against the oak desk, the muted rhythm mirroring his scattered thinking. The financial reports were spread out in front of him, but the numbers no longer mattered.“Why did she get bail?” Anderson muttered, his voice low and edged with suspicion. Lena Thompson had pleaded guilty. A sentence was imminent. Granting bail—especially to someone accused of murder—was unprecedented. He rose from his chair, pacing with sharp, calculated steps. His gaze fell on the sprawling landscape beyond the window, but his thoughts were miles away.Victor Montgomery. Ruthless, meticulous Victor. He would never allow something so reckless as Lena’s release. It wasn’t his style. No, Victor always tied up loose ends. Lena should’ve been left to ro
Anderson Blackwell’s stare didn’t waver as Judge Hamilton’s carefully controlled expression remained intact. His voice, calm but loaded with intensity, cut through the tension in the room like a blade.“I’m just interested in the case,” Anderson replied, his voice steady, but his eyes sharp as a hawk’s. “But I find it fascinating how quickly you’re trying to shift the topic. It's almost as if you’ve got something to hide.”The judge didn’t flinch. Her poise, built from years of courtroom battles and political manoeuvring, stayed firm. She was an expert at maintaining control, but Anderson could see the gears turning behind her cold, calculating eyes. He leaned closer from across the table, lowering his voice but amplifying the threat beneath his words.“You’re not just a judge, are you? This isn’t just another case to you.”Hamilton’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, her grip tightening on the edges of her desk. Still, she refused to acknowledge the accusation, keeping her cards close.
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
Anderson’s gaze remained fixed on the butler, his fork still poised in mid-air. The weight of the butler’s question hung between them like a dark cloud, thickening the air in the quiet room. A chill seemed to settle over the space, an invisible tension gnawing at the edges of both men’s composure.The butler took a hesitant step forward, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Who are you, truly?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with an almost accusatory force. His question was no longer simply an inquiry—it was a demand, driven by an unsettling truth, he was on the cusp of uncovering.Anderson set the fork down deliberately, the silver clinking softly against the plate, and leaned back in his chair, a calculated calm washing over his expression. His every movement was measured, as though he was weighing each moment, each breath. "Who do you think I am?" he asked, his voice smooth, controlled—a predator testing the limits of its prey.The butler stiffened, the answ