“I need you to stop interfering with it. If you don't like my decision, just be happy for me. For once in your life, stop trying to rule my life and be happy for me and if Sheila really wanted to drive a wedge between us, she wouldn't stoop so low as doing something petty. You should know that by now,” Having said that, he walked out. “Mum…,” Smart started but Mrs Genevieve held her hand up silencing him.“Get out!” She said as he sighed.“You've all got to be kidding me,” and he left.Sheila finished telling her parents everything.“Oh boy, that's a lot to take in and it sure looks like it's going to take this guy's mother time to really accept you,” Mr Hockings said as Sheila nodded in agreement.“And don't ever feel like you're not adding anything to the group. You've done the best you can do for someone who is staying with the enemy in the same house,” Mrs Hockings said as Sheila smiled.“I felt nice talking to you both plus this dessert is sick,” she said as her mother smiled. H
“Why, what's wrong?” Keith asked as Camila sighed.“Apparently, she fought with Duncan and sent Smart away,” Camila explained as Keith sighed.“Then you actually need to be there,” Keith said as Camila hummed. “You need me to take you there?” He asked as she shook her head.“I'll be fine. You don't have to take me there,” Camila said as Keith nodded.“Okay, but be careful. Call me immediately you get there,” Keith said as Camila nodded, kissing him and leaving.When she arrived at Mrs Genevieve's house, the door was open. She became suspicious. She entered inside, calling her name but she didn't get any response. She took her phone from her back so she could call Keith immediately she saw something fishy. She got to the sitting room as she saw Mrs Genevieve in her own pool of blood. She screamed as her phone fell from her hand. She bent down to pick it when someone knocked her from the back making her faint and when she woke up, it was already morning and she was covered in blood and
They took an hour questioning her as they all got exhausted. Everything she said boiled down to the fact that she didn't kill Mrs Genevieve. The officers pressed harder, using Camila’s initial reluctance to disclose details as evidence of deceit. They questioned the validity of her story, pointing out inconsistencies and emphasizing the damning physical evidence. They twisted her hesitation into an accusation like, “You didn’t want to tell us about the fight with her sons because you knew it might make you look guilty, didn’t you?” But despite their aggressive tactics, Camila maintained her innocence. Her answers were consistent, even if shaky under pressure. She had no motive to harm the victim, and she insisted she was only there to comfort a friend. After hours of relentless questioning, the officers left the room, frustrated by their inability to break her story. Behind the one-way mirror, the lead detective frowned. “She’s either a damn good liar or she really doesn’t know what
“Do you think Camila had any reason to harm your mother?” detective Riley asked as Smart scoffed.“Absolutely not. Camila was her friend. She was a very good friend. My mum even took her like a daughter she never had. She wouldn’t hurt her.” Duncan said firmly which Smart agreed to without hesitation. Riley tapped his pen against the folder, his eyes never leaving the brothers. Smart was beginning to shake. He was having a hard time coming up with the terms that his mother was gone. Duncan placed a hand on Smart's arm, a silent plea for calm.“Detective, we’ve told you everything we know. If you have more questions, talk to our lawyers.” Duncan said, holding his brother's hand firmly. They were each other's support now and he wouldn't let anyone make his brother feel uncomfortable. Riley smiled faintly, closing the folder.“Oh, we will. But don’t go far. Something tells me we’ll be seeing you both again soon.” he said as the brothers exchanged uneasy glances as Riley stood and left th
She gave him some time to himself and when she felt like he needed someone beside him, she sighed, entering inside. She looked around, feeling guilty for entering the house. She thought it was abominable for her to enter the house of the woman who never wanted her to be with her son and now she was dead and Sheila felt like somehow, she was at fault. If she didn't come into Duncan's life, he wouldn't have quarreled with his mother for her sake and he would have been here with her today not mourning her. She sat beside him. She didn't say anything or try to touch him. She just let him be. When she felt like he was okay, she wrapped her hands around him, patting him.“It's okay. I'm here for you. Everything is going to be okay,” she said, wrapping her hands around him.“Nothing is ever going to be okay, Sheila. She's gone and she's never coming back and it's all my fault,” Duncan said, crying.“It's not your fault. Abraham is the one that should be blamed,” Sheila said as Duncan left h
“Are you sure? You have Camila to deal with,” Smart said as Keith scoffed.“She was like a mother to me. You two aren't her only sons and Camila would be fine because she won't be there for long. Baby Austin needs his mother,” Keith said as they all placed their hands together.“For mother,” they shouted as Mr Kevin stepped forward.“Don't leave me out of this. You can all use me as you want,” he said as they nodded.They all found out that Mrs Genevieve had seventeen stab sounds when the results from forensic came in and Camila's fingerprints were on the scene. There were no other traces of anybody coming and leaving the house. It was only Camila which made her the suspect for the murder. Detective Riley calls for Camila, placing the forensic report on the table, his expression grim. Camila sits across from him, her face pale but defiant.“The forensic results are back, Ms. Joffrey. They confirm what we suspected. Your fingerprints are the only ones on the weapon, and your DNA is al
“What is she doing here?” Duncan asked as everyone looked at him. Sheila chuckled nervously.“Is there a problem? I'm supposed to be here,” she said as Duncan scoffed.“Is there a problem, Duncan?” Keith asked.“I just don't want her here. I don't want to see her face,” Duncan said as Sheila scoffed.“Well, sorry to disappoint you but you'll have to see my face. If you don't like it, you can leave,” she said as he glared at her. Sheila turned to Keith, smiling but she wasn't happy. Since Mrs Genevieve died, it's as if the love Duncan had for her died as well. She knew he secretly blamed her for his mother's death. He couldn't even look her in the face without glaring at her. It was becoming impossible to stay in the same room as him. “So, I found out why lawyers are backing out from Camila's case,” she said as Smart looked at her.“What did you find?” He asked her.“Someone must have threatened them with something they loved if they defended the case,” Sheila said, showing evidence.
The venue was decorated elegantly with dark, glowing colors that complemented the flashy dresses worn by the guests. Keith Thompson graced the hall with his demeaning presence. He stood out perfectly amongst the guests, dressed impeccably in a black fitted three-piece suit that clung to his muscular build. His short black hair was slicked back, and his black piercing eyes watched the woman at the other side whose blonde hair bounced up and down her shoulders as she moved gracefully through the room. That woman was Sheila Hockings, Keith's new wife. She tagged behind her mother greeting the guests. The wedding was exactly how Sheila dreamed it to be, and Keith made sure to make it to her pleasing. Now the weight on his fingers where the ring lay served as a reminder of the success of this day. Keith had many things to be grateful for, like his skyrocketed business. He was now a man with a net worth of a hundred and ten million dollars, all his years of striving with businesses, takin