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
Robert was in his home. And then came the phone call. The one that shattered the quiet despair of his days. Kendra was alive.At first, he had refused to believe it. He thought it was some kind of cruel joke, a mistake, a misunderstanding. But the sound of clicking heels surprised him. And the woman in front of him made his heart soar. She was alive. The woman he loved, the woman he had lost, was standing before him.But as the shock wore off, the reality began to set in. This was not the woman he had lost.Kendra stood in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression distant, cold. Her once warm eyes—eyes that had always looked at him with affection—now seemed to look through him, as if he were no more significant than a stranger in the room. She had changed. And as Robert tried to make sense of it all, the man standing beside her became impossible to ignore.Charles Wyatt.The name echoed in Robert’s mind with a bitter sting. His mind flashed back to when Charles ch
Kendra sat in her room after a long day, staring out the window at the darkening sky, her mind a storm of emotions. She had finally begun to rebuild her life after the accident and the painful years that followed. She had found some semblance of peace, even in the aftermath of everything she had been through. But now, a new nightmare had surfaced.Dalia was out.The news had come as a shock. Kendra tried putting the pieces together but it made no sense. How could she possibly get out of prison. News was Yeager was dead. That too who murdered Yeager? How could all these happen in less than a few days. None of it had made sense.And now, Dalia was free.How had this happened? How had Dalia, a woman who had tried to murder her, managed to break out of prison? The authorities had told Kendra that she would be safe now, that Dalia was locked away and couldn't hurt anyone again. But here she was, looking at the television screen, hearing about Dalia’s escape, and everything Kendra thought
It was a beautiful evening the sun had set in the most delightful way possible. Or it might just be someone's exaggeration there was nothing special about that day it was just another day. Theodore Brantley was in his room changing his clothes for the party. Tonight would be the best day of his life. After working for his father's company for so many years his father had finally decided to hand over the company to him. And since it was his twenty-fifth birthday he felt it was even more appropriate. He smiled brightly in front of the mirror. "Hey birthday boy." "Nanny Helen." Theodore smiled seeing the older woman. "Look at you? It feels like it was just yesterday your mom gave birth to you." Nanny Helen teased."Come on nanny Helen, I'm not a kid anymore. So how do I look?" Theodore asked. "Like the most handsome man in the world." Nanny Helen replied. "Come on nanny." "I'm serious." Helen said seriously. "Alright, this is it." Theodore said looking at himself one last time.