Theodore and Janelle arrived at home. Well it was home now.After they had dinner together Theodore told Janelle he wanted to do something in his study first. He was done with his work and a satisfying smile played on his face. Well there was nothing more satisfying than knowing that you're done with your work for the day. Later, Theodore walked into Janelle's room without knocking. "Oh my goodness am so sorry." Theodore said turning around. "Close the door will you?" Janelle asked. Making Theodore wonder what she was up to. Theodore closed the door softly behind him. "Janelle what are you doing?" Theodore asked as she still wasn't dressed. "Nothing, we're spending the night together in my room." She replied nonchalantly. "Dress like that? Who am I kidding you're not dressed." Theodore said.She was only in her underwear and Theodore was finding it hard to keep his cool. Janelle ignored him with her back to him. Theodore walked over to her, gently slipping his arms around he
As expected Dalia walked down the stairs dressed and ready to leave. Trying to mask his suspicion, he casually asked, "Where are you off to?"Without hesitation, Dalia responded, "I’m just going to see a friend." She kept her expression calm, almost dismissive, and mentioned a female friend from her social circle, knowing it would ease his curiosity. But Robert sensed something wasn't right; her answer was too quick, too polished. As she left, a strange intuition prompted him to follow her.He kept a careful distance, watching as she drove across town, not in the direction of any friends he knew of, but instead toward a shady part of the city. Eventually, she pulled up to a secluded house. Robert watched as she knocked on the door, and a tall man with a rugged look opened it, welcoming her inside.Inside, Dalia wasted no time getting to the point. She asked Yeager for his help in a dark, dangerous task—she wanted her son Albert to disappear. Yeager leaned back, amused by her request
Robert turned to face Yeager as he pulled out a gun. "What you're going to shoot me?" Robert asked. "You don't think I can?" Yeager retorted. Yeager's grip tightened on the gun as he aimed it squarely at Robert. He wondered what Dalia ever saw in him. If it were up to him, he would have asked Dalia to steal all of Robert's money so they'd escape together. But there was something about him that made Dalia stay. He knew she loved him so much and her love for him was going to be her downfall. So it was better he ended it all, but then Dalia stepped forward, desperation etched across her face. "Please don't," she begged her voice trembling. Despite her affair with Yeager she still loved her husband and couldn't stand the thought of him being hurt or worse killed. She didn't want to go to jail but at the same time she didn't want to see Robert dead. She should have known he was growing suspicious. She should have read the signs. For a moment Yeager hesitated torn between his anger
Robert’s mind reeled as he looked around the hideout, a place that reeked of danger and deceit. He felt the weight of his discovery crushing down on him. Everything he had uncovered about Yeager’s drug empire was damning. But the most heartbreaking part was that his wife, Dalia—the woman he’d shared his life with, who he had trusted and loved—was an accomplice.Dalia, sensing his inner turmoil, took a cautious step toward him. Her face softened as she spoke, her tone pleading, almost desperate. "Robert, please. You don’t understand. I didn't have a choice. Once I was involved… once I knew things… there was no getting out. Yeager wouldn't let me." She glanced nervously at Yeager, who watched the exchange with an unyielding, menacing expression.Robert could hardly bring himself to look at her. "Dalia, you lied to me. You kept this from me, all these years. All that time… and you were working with him?" He motioned to Yeager, who smirked, his arms crossed as if daring Robert to challe
Robert glared at Yeager. "Don't you dare threaten my daughter you piece of shit." He cursed."And why not? You had the nerve to threaten everything I had built from the ground up. Why can't I kill the daughter of your beloved Kendra? At least then your daughter would join her mother whom she misses so much." Yeager said with a smirk."You have no right to utter my daughter's name or Kendra's. You hear me!" Robert yelled. "I wish I do." Yeager scoffed. "How would you feel if I have her kidnapped and brought here. And I could kill her right in front of you." Yeager said a smile playing on his face. It was like getting rid of a competition and eliminating his enemy. It brought pleasure to his heart just talking about getting rid of Karina. "You bastard!""Not so tough huh?" The police tactical team moved swiftly, boots crunching on gravel as they encircled the warehouse. Sergeant Collins, leading the operation, signaled his team forward, his voice low but steady through his headset
Kendra stood in front of her wardrobe, fingers brushing over the fabric of a burgundy blazer. The rich, deep color symbolized something she hadn't fully felt in years—power. It had been three long, grueling years since Dalia, the woman she once trusted like a sister, left her for dead. Three years since the betrayal that shattered her world and forced her to fight for her life in ways she never imagined.Today, Kendra wasn't just dressing up to visit Dalia in prison; she was preparing for a reckoning.The blazer slid over her shoulders, its weight grounding her. She fastened the buttons with methodical precision, but her hands trembled slightly, the memories clawing their way back. The cold realization that someone she had loved, someone she had shared her secrets and dreams with, had been willing to destroy her. No was ready to destroy her. Her reflection stared back at her, a mix of determination and vulnerability."Not today," she whispered to herself. Kendra had spent enough time
Rowan was a man of power, feared and respected in equal measure. For years, he had reigned over a sprawling mafia empire, ruling with precision and brutality. He had everything: wealth, influence, and a network of loyal operatives willing to die at his command. But there was one thing he had abandoned long ago—a family. Dalia, his only daughter, was a name he had buried in his past, a casualty of the choices he had made to build his empire.When the news reached him that Dalia was in prison, Rowan felt a surge of emotions he hadn't experienced in years. His lieutenants had expected him to shrug off the information, but instead, he went silent, retreating into his private quarters for hours. There, he stared at the grainy photograph of a young woman, her eyes filled with a defiance that reminded him of himself.The story behind her imprisonment cut deeper. Dalia made a deal with this Yeager to get rid of some woman just so she could take her place. It was a bit upsetting even for him.
The storm outside raged on, mirroring the storm brewing within Dalia as she was ushered through the dimly lit halls of the sprawling prison complex. She could feel the pulse of the chaos around her—the distant shouts of guards, the muffled thud of footsteps, and the occasional crackle of static over radios. The men around her moved with eerie precision, their faces obscured by black masks, their movements purposeful and silent.Dalia was a bit scared until an image flashed before her. She wondered if her father was behind this but she wondered who else would have such juice to get her out. From what she knows Yeager was dead. And Albert couldn't possibly help her even if he wanted to. But this—being broken out of prison by her father’s men—felt like a cruel twist of fate. She had worked so hard to distance herself from his world, from his power, and yet, here she was, being pulled back in like a marionette on invisible strings. She had tried so hard to forget about her father. He le