The crisp, autumn air nipped at Mr. Philips and Mr. Andrea's skin as they both alighted from their car which just halted at the garage, approaching the imposing facade of the police station. As the two men walked through the entrance, the familiar scent of lies, innocence and the muffled sounds of phones ringing and officers conversing enveloped them. It has been like this since they had been showing up. The night Ryan was arrested, Wraith tried stopping the police and trying to convince them that he was the one who invited him in, but the police believed he was being blackmailed and that's why he was trying to protect Ryan. The police took Ryan away, locked him up and wouldn't let anyone to come in to see him or even pay his bail for two days. Mr. Philips and Mr. Andrea approached the counter, where a seasoned police officer sat, his eyes scanning the computer screen before him. The officer looked up, his brow furrowing slightly as he took in the sight of th
Ryan heaved a heavy sigh, his heart palpitating against his ribs. He felt lost, afraid of what might happen to Nicholas. He looked up at Mr. Philips, his eyes pleading. "I am sure Niçholas is going to be fine... We just have to trust him. What about Wraith? How is he?" Mr. Andrea's expression darkened. "Well, Wraith has been taken to prison by the police," he said, his voice grave. Ryan gasped, sitting upright in shock. "Wait, why the fuck would you do that? Why would you send Wraith to prison?" he cried, shaking his head in disappointment. "He shouldn't be there!" Mr. Philips chuckled, his expression unperturbed. "Wraith is a fucking criminal, and he deserved to go to jail... He has always been a criminal working with Malakai. In fact, he was the one who confessed to the police... We had nothing to do with it." Ryan shook his head in disappointment, glaring hard at the duo. "Wait, why are you so worried about Wraith? You just came out of the prison, y
Xavier descended the stairs, his footsteps echoing through the foyer of the Avendano family villa. The wedding ceremony was finally over but the events that occured that day still hung heavily and gloomily in the air, creating tension. The usually vibrant and bustling center room felt unnervingly quiet, save for the soft murmurs of the assembled family members. Xavier's brow was furrowed, his fingers running anxiously through his neatly coiffed hair as he scanned the room, seeking out his wife. His gaze finally landed on her, standing rigid and pensive by the fireplace, her arms crossed on her chest. Their eyes met, and Xavier could see the concern etched across her features. He made his way over to her, the plush Persian rug deadening the sound of his approach. "Maria," Xavier said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Have you found India? Where is she? Have you been able to reach her?" Maria shook her head solemnly. "No, she hasn't come home since leaving Nimah's wedding s
In a moment, the door swung open, and India stood before her mother, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and alarm. India looked directly into her mother's eyes, searching for answers. "Hold on, what did you just say? Yerins Hemsworth?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you serious?" Maria nodded solemnly, her gaze locked with her daughter's. "I am afraid so," she said, her voice low and serious. "And he was acting very suspiciously. I thought you'd seen him." India's eyes widened, the pupils dilating as realization dawned on her. "I think I know why Yerins came to the wedding," she said, her voice laced with a hint of dread. Maria's brows furrowed further, her curiosity piqued. "Why, India? What do you think he's up to? He was the one who confronted me, his demeanor, his voice and even the smirk on his face spelt evil. I genuinely felt it." India took a deep breath, motioning for her mother to enter the room. "Come, let's discuss this in pr
India strode towards the parking lot, her polished heels clicking against the pavement. The morning sun glinted off her crisp, white corporate attire as she carried herself with magnificence. Her sleek, leather handbag swung gently at her side, complementing the stylish sunglasses perched on her face. She decided to ignore whoever it was that was messaging her last night, she concluded it could be a prank and she didn't want to give audience to a psychopath and since the person didn't even bother sending another message, she believed it was nothing serious even though that's what she thought about through out the night. As she approached her waiting car, India couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The day's agenda promised to be filled with important matters, and she was eager to tackle each one with her trademark efficiency. But just as she was about to slip into the backseat, a familiar voice called out from behind. Pausing, India turned around to see he
The city streets flashed by the tinted windows, and India found herself already planning the details of the upcoming feast. She knew it would be a delicate balancing act, appeasing both the public and her father, but the sense of purpose that filled her was exhilarating. The headquarters of the Avendano enterprises finally came to view. The driver pulled up to the main entrance, and India alighted, smoothing a hand over her crisp, tailored skirt. She strode through the revolving doors, the receptionist immediately rising to her feet and curtseying as India approached. "Good afternoon, Lady Avendano," the receptionist greeted, her voice polite and deferential. "The board of directors have been waiting in the conference room." India nodded, glancing at her wristwatch. It was a few minutes past noon. "Thank you," she replied, her tone measured. "Has anyone been looking for me?" The receptionist shook her head. "No, ma'am." India pursed her lips, a slight
India shook her head in disappointment and turned around to walk out on Alex, just as she reached for the door knob, her phone beeped. She paused, her hand frozen on the knob, and glanced down at the device in her hand. An incoming message. Curiosity piqued, she clicked on it. Her eyes dilated in shock as she scanned the words on the screen. India stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the phone, her expression unreadable. Alex frowned and stepped closer, reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder. "What's wrong?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. "Is there a problem, India?" India shrugged off his touch, her gaze still fixed on the phone. She stood there, unmoving, for several long seconds. The tension in the room was palpable. Finally, she moved, opening the door and striding back into the conference room where the board of directors were still waiting. Without a word, she headed straight to the far end of the long table, her heels clicking ag
The sun was slowly dipping behind the horizon, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of oranges and pinks. Alex sat in the backseat of the car, his gaze fixed on the rearview mirror as his driver navigated the bustling expressway. The thunderous bass of the music blasting through the speakers pulsed in sync with the movements of Alex's head as he munched absentmindedly on a bowl of cheese balls. The driver's eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his brow furrowed in concentration. Alex cleared his throat, shifting in his seat to get a better view of the driver through the rearview mirror. "Yooo, you looked lost. Do you even know where we're headed?" Alex asked, his voice slightly muffled by the music. The driver glanced up briefly, nodding. "Of course I do... We're going to Hiram Decks Hotel. I am not lost in thoughts," he replied, his tone calm and professional. Alex nodded, then hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Well, that's valid enough. Uhm.