“I saw the email come in,” Sam replied. “I was about to call you, actually. We’ve managed to trace the engineer who disappeared after your parents’ crash. He’s been living in the Caribbean under a new identity.”Aiden’s pulse quickened. “Are you sure it’s him?”“Positive. We’ve verified his identity through multiple sources. I wanted to confirm with you before involving the local authorities.”“Do it,” Aiden said decisively. “And also run a check on the plate number from the footage. We need to know who owns that car.”“On it,” Sam replied, his tone crisp with determination.The next day, Aiden’s phone buzzed early in the morning. It was Sam, and his voice carried a note of urgency.“Aiden, we’ve got him. The engineer, Dan, has been arrested and is currently in custody.”“That’s great news,” Aiden said, feeling a mix of relief and tension. “What about the interrogation?”“It’s just started. I’ll keep you updated,” Sam promised.Hours crawled by as Aiden paced his study, the weight of
Sam scribbled down notes, his mind piecing together the events. “Mr. Benson, a person was murdered, and your car was seen near the scene. We’re trying to find the culprit, and it seems your car might be involved.”Carl’s eyes widened. “Murdered? My God... I had no idea.”Sam leaned forward, his tone reassuring. “Don’t worry. As long as you cooperate, you’ll be fine. Do you remember anything else? Anything that might help us identify this man?”Carl seemed to hesitate, then his eyes lit up with a sudden recollection. “Wait, there is something. When he tried to grab my car keys, we struggled a bit. I managed to hit him on his left arm, and he winced in pain. It looked like he had a pretty bad wound there.”Sam noted this down with keen interest. “That’s very helpful, Mr. Benson. Thank you. If you think of anything else, no matter how small, please let me know.”Carl nodded, looking relieved to have contributed something useful. “I will, Mr. Larson. I just hope they catch whoever did thi
“Mr. Romanov, we have a warrant to bring Bryden in for questioning regarding his possible involvement in Daniel’s death,” one of the officers stated, handing Zain the official document.Zain’s face flushed with anger. “This is preposterous! My son has nothing to do with any of this. I will not allow you to take him.”“Sir, we are just doing our job. Please do not obstruct justice,” the other officer replied calmly, unperturbed by Zain’s outburst.Realizing that his influence was failing to sway the officers, Zain watched helplessly as they proceeded to handcuff Bryden and escort him out of the mansion. Bryden’s expression was a mix of fear and resignation as he was led away.Once the officers were out of sight, Zain hurriedly pulled out his phone and called his lawyer, pacing the length of the living room. “This is unacceptable. Bryden has been arrested. I need you to do whatever it takes to get him out,” he barked into the phone.After ending the call with his lawyer, Zain dialed Pat
“Amelia, please stop,” he said, his voice strained. She ignored him, her movements growing more frantic. “I can’t... I can’t do this alone,” she cried. “I need... I need...” Aiden moved closer, his heart pounding. He wanted to comfort her, to help her, but he was torn between his love for Silvana and his desire to alleviate her suffering. “Amelia, let me help you.” Her eyes locked onto his, filled with a mixture of desperation and hope. “You can’t help me, Aiden. Not in the way I need.” Aiden reached out, his hand trembling, and gently took her hand in his. “I can try. Please, let me try.” Amelia’s body shook with sobs as she leaned into him. Aiden had plans only on holding her close and comforting her that way, but before he knew it, his tongue was in her mouth, searching it’s depth. As his hand rested in between her legs, it dawned on Aiden that he was about to do more than he should have. He knew he no longer loved Amelia as much as he did some years back, not with Silvana i
“We were married for five years, Aiden,” she murmured, leaning closer, her breath warm against his ear. “You just met Silvana. She can’t possibly know you the way I do. I know you love exploring my body, you love it when you bend me over, or have my legs hung on your shoulders.”Aiden’s resolve was crumbling, piece by piece, under the weight of her words and the relentless onslaught of desire. For as long as he could remember, for the past five years of his life as husband to Amelia, there was no day he did not worship her body. He had never seen a woman as beautiful as she was until he met her. How could he forget all the things she made him love when they made love or had random sex, especially during her pregnancy with Zia.Aiden could not deny it, Amelia had a body he had known too well. The curves, the bends, everything. It was for this reason it killed him more than treating him like trash when she went around sleeping with anyone who wasn’t him. She knew how to make him beg he
For a moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing, the aftermath of their heated encounter settling around them. Aiden’s mind slowly began to clear, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on him.Amelia, sensing his return to reality, pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “See?” she whispered. “You still want me, Aiden, you always have, and I do too. You know how to make my body tremble right at your feet.”Aiden’s heart ached with conflicting emotions. He knew he had betrayed Silvana whom he truly loved, and yet he couldn’t deny the powerful pull Amelia still had over him. His mind was a maelstrom of guilt and desire, leaving him adrift in a sea of confusion.Amelia’s voice broke through his thoughts, a seductive promise in her tone. “You don’t have to choose, Aiden. We can keep this between us. No one has to know.”Aiden was not planning on telling anyone, especially as it could hurt Silvana so much. He knew he had done wrong, but he could not deny that his body
Zain’s face twisted with frustration. “please do, thank you. I’ll have to find other ways too. I can’t just let him rot in jail.”“Do what you must Zain. At this point, anything is better than nothing. I’ll take my leave now.”Both men shared a handshake, and Zain watched the Lawyer head for the door.Zain reached for his phone, his hand trembling slightly with a mix of anger and desperation. It was time to pull every string he had.Zain dialed the number of his old friend, Senator Marshall, a man with considerable influence. The phone rang twice before a smooth, familiar voice answered.“Marshall speaking.”“Senator, it’s Zain Romanov. I need a favor,” Zain began, trying to keep his voice steady.“Zain, it’s been a while. What can I do for you?” Marshall’s tone was friendly, but Zain could sense the underlying caution.“My son, Bryden, has been arrested. I need you to use your influence to get him out. The situation looks bad, but I know you can help.”There was a long pause on the o
As the call disconnected, Aiden felt the familiar pressure of stress weighing heavily on his mind. He pushed himself up from his chair, hoping that a brief break might help clear his thoughts. He walked purposefully out of his office and onto the balcony, his steps echoing lightly on the polished floor.The office balcony offered a stunning view of the city, a mosaic of lights and movement. Aiden inhaled deeply, the crisp air filling his lungs. The architectural beauty of the building he was in, with its intricate designs and modern touches, was a small solace amidst the turmoil of the past days.He gazed out at the sprawling cityscape, taking in the bustling streets below and the towering skyscrapers that reached for the sky. The fresh air and the scenic view provided a momentary escape from the chaos that had surrounded him. He allowed himself a few moments of peace, letting the calmness wash over him.After a while, Aiden turned to head back inside, but something caught his eye. A