Brielle watched the news with a sad face. A lot was going on that she didn't have the time or energy to debunk. Despite being invited to various interviews, she managed to avoid it. There was no need for her to wail about what she could just move away from. She didn't want to chase clout either because from what she had seen, it was obvious that there was something greater here at play. Thus, requiring her to be very careful. "I am tired of how these people try to paint a bad image of you. It certainly doesn't make any sense. I mean, he's not the first neither would he be the last fellow to undergo such accusations. Why are they amplifying it?" Nikki muttered close to her friend.Brielle refused to say a word because she knew that it might be a trap, there was no way in hell that an insider wasn't involved. It was just so much, that she thought about how to evade everyone since they were all potential suspects. "I guess we don't have any control over the media. They can do whateve
Brielle decided to go out of her house after staying holed up in there for the greatest part of the week. She was beginning to get sick and decided that the best way to cope was to make sure that she was out of the place as soon as possible, she didn't want to die of depression.She headed toward the nearest cafe and walked in, the aroma of doughnuts hitting her right in the face as she tried to enjoy the change in scenery. Thankfully, the paparazzi had found someone else to deal with and they no longer followed her with cameras about. "What would you like to order ma'am?" A waiter asked her and she looked up only to find out that it was Dylan, her former schoolmate. This was very lovely. She would never have imagined that he was the one. This was lovely."Oh my goodness. I didn't know that you were the one standing right there. It's been a long time. How have you been? I'm sure you're killing it in the game." She replied enthusiastically Dylan who would have felt a bit weird seeing
Liam and Brock sat at a round table waiting for their third party to arrive. "When is he going to arrive? He can't keep acting like a damn princess, when he's not." Liam snapped before chugging down his drink. Brock placed an arm on Liam's glass. "You're going to be inebriated before Sean arrives. That man is a lot and I don't know why I remain friends with him." "I don't know why too but anyway, I can't afford to waste my time." Liam snapped. He had a high threshold of alcohol so he wasn't scared that anything could happen to him. Brock sighed and tried to reach his number again but it was switched off. Now he was getting pissed. Was Sean playing with them? "Where the hell are you man?" He muttered.Sean appeared through the doorway with a small smile on his face. He wanted them to drink enough so that they wouldn't be coherent enough to have that conversation with him. He could weave in a lot of things yet they wouldn't be aware. "If it isn't the man of the hour. Why are you j
The wait for him to be moved from the former cell to the new one was taking too long and Alex began to smell something fishy but unknown to them he was wiser so he had begun to make friends with fellow inmates. "Are you okay, you look stressed?" Mark inquired from Alex when he saw him leaning against the railing of the cell."Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff..." Alex replied tactfully, not wanting to be referred to as the wailing inmate. There was a clear difference between him and the rest of them but he was trying so hard to make sure that he was out of this cell but these officers were ready to frustrate him "What do you intend to do right now to change the situation of things? You can't continue acting this way. I have a friend who can help you if you want." Mark offered."Yeah...I would want that but not to sound rude, why haven't you been released?" "Because I am a criminal. It's very hard for me to receive a pardon except from the President. I've accepted my fate I
"I have some news for you. I don't just know how you're going to take this though. Do you think that you would be more inclined to listen to what I have to say?" Nikki inquired when she walked into the house the next day.That caught Brielle's attention bringing her out of her thoughts. This could help her in freeing her husband from the clutches of that prison.Her eyes blinked when Nikki showed her an image on her tablet. "Is this?" She gasped, "Is this what I think it is?"Nikki nodded happily and closed a hand across her mouth. "Yes, it is. I can't help but imagine that someone would be so committed to helping us get justice. This is wonderful, I must say."Brielle hugged Nikki tightly however watchful so that her stomach didn't collide with her friend's. "What are we doing here then? let's go ahead and leave this place instantly. I can't wait to have a very huge testimony about this piece. My goodness, I can't wait for Alex to be free." She spoke wistfully obviously happy that so
Liam and Brock took their cars for a spin, they were enjoying living life for their utmost pleasure and forgetting that there were consequences for every action that they portrayed, but since it wasn't going to hurt anybody as they thought, they went on. "Do you sometimes bother about what people think about you?" Brock inquired from Liam. Sometimes he felt his conscience prick him especially when his sister confronted him but he was adamant to change. This wasn't going to make him see life in a different way. "I know that there is a difference between both of us but if you think that just looking at her would make me regret the fact that I have sole ownership of everything that I was supposed to in the beginning, then you have another thing coming. I would not continue to deal with you as though I didn't understand the consequences of my actions." Brock felt a bit reluctant to continue hanging out with Liam because they didn't speak well but the only thing that consoled him was th
Alex stubbed his toe on his way to the interrogation room. He didn't know what else they had in mind this time but whatever it was, he didn't want it to come near him at all. There was only a little of what he could take before he decided to walk away. When he got there, there was no one waiting for him but instead, it was the controller of the prison who stood in there with him.Angry but unwilling to show emotion, he finally decided not to take trash at all."I have been fighting my actual feelings all these while. What does this really mean?" He snapped at one of the warders. They looked at him, also angry but decided not to say a word because what would happen if they did, there was a lot for them to lose which they didn't really quite want to lose. "I would beg that you be quiet and watch what's about to happen instead of yapping around the corner, it's getting annoying right now, I don't think that I can take all the stress that you decide to put us all through." One of the w
Brielle smiled at the doctor who was trying to make the ultrasound experience exciting for her but she wasn't just feeling it in her bones. All that she could see was a bunch of people who were mocking her for being pregnant for a fraudster. Although they didn't say it, she read their actions correctly. "Thank you doctor Hayes. I'm grateful for the fact that you took me like your sister." She expressed her gratitude.Dr. Hayes raised a brow in confusion wondering why she was feeling so emotional but didn't know what to do. It could be her hormones toying with her. "I'm sorry about that." He snorted and ended that conversation because he didn't know what to do sincerely with the cries that escaped her lips. She was also married so it would be unprofessional for him to offer her comfort in the form of a hug. It could go South and before he knew it, he would be arguing about not being a pervert and stuff like that so right now, he was really