As William stepped away to make the phone call to Richardo, leaving Ella crumpled on the floor, a sense of numbness enveloped her. She lay there, feeling as though her entire world had come crashing down around her. How had everything spiraled out of control so quickly? How had she allowed herself to be manipulated by someone as cold and calculating as William?As William dialed Richardo's number, Ella's mind raced with a mixture of fear and disbelief. She lay in horror as William moved away to talk to Richardo, the chilling scene of Abigail’s lifeless body sending shivers down her spine."Hey boss," Richardo's voice crackled over the line."I want you to come to Abigail's mansion now," William said, his voice dripping with malice. "Clean the place up. But I want you to remove her head and send it to Sophia and Jackson as a message."Ella's blood ran cold at the mention of Abigail's name. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could William be so heartless, so cruel?"Okay
Benedict, Sophia, Jackson, Elizabeth, Fernando, and Angela arrived at the Rake mansion, their footsteps echoing in the grand foyer as they settled their bags. Laughter and chatter filled the air as they gathered in the living room, catching up on old times and relishing in the comfort of each other's company.As Jackson engaged in conversation with Fernando, he couldn't help but notice the worry etched on Sophia's face. Her smile seemed forced, her eyes clouded with concern. Sensing her distress, "Excuse me, guys," Sophia said softly, her voice tinged with unease, as she scooped up the sleeping baby in her arms and made her way upstairs.Jackson excused himself from the group, his curiosity piqued.Jackson followed after her, his heart heavy with concern. He entered the nursery room that Sophia had set up for their daughter, his eyes wandering over the exquisite furnishings and delicate decorations."I built it two months ago, Fernando helped too," Sophia explained, her voice soft
The atmosphere in the Rake mansion was filled with warmth and excitement as Jackson and Sophia descended the grand staircase, their arms entwined in a loving embrace. Fernando caught sight of their intertwined hands and couldn't resist teasing them."Oh, oh, look who's in a happy mode now," Fernando quipped with a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement.Jackson and Sophia shared a knowing smile, their hearts brimming with joy. They had an announcement to make, a declaration that would change their lives forever."Guys, we have an announcement to make," Jackson announced, his voice filled with excitement.Sophia's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she squeezed Jackson's hand tighter. "We are getting married!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her happiness any longer.A chorus of gasps and excited murmurs filled the room as their friends and family reacted to the joyful news. Fernando's eyes widened in delight, a broad grin spreading across his face."Oh!" he exclaimed, h
The sun cast a warm glow over the Rake estate, illuminating the meticulously manicured gardens and lush greenery that surrounded the property. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and the sound of gentle laughter drifted through the air. It was a picture-perfect day for a wedding, and Sophia and Jackson couldn't have been happier.Inside the estate, the scene was one of quiet elegance. Tables adorned with white linen cloths were scattered throughout the gardens, each one carefully set with delicate china and gleaming silverware. A small band played soft, serene music in the background, adding to the ambiance of the occasion.Benedict, Angela, Fernando, Elizabeth, and Charles were all in attendance, their faces filled with joy and anticipation as they waited for the ceremony to begin. They had all become like family to Sophia and Jackson, supporting them through thick and thin, and today was a celebration of their love and commitment to each other.As the guests min
As Jackson stood at the altar, his heart pounded with anticipation, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the grand hall where Sophia would soon make her entrance. He had been waiting for this moment his entire life, the moment when he would finally see the love of his life walking towards him in her wedding gown, ready to begin their journey together as husband and wife.The soft strains of music filled the air, signaling the start of the procession. Jackson's breath caught in his throat as he watched Benedict emerge from the doorway, his arm linked with Sophia's. A surge of emotion washed over him as he took in the sight of his bride-to-be, her radiant smile lighting up the room as she walked gracefully down the aisle.Sophia was breathtaking in her wedding gown, her eyes shining with happiness as she made her way towards Jackson. Her father's proud smile mirrored her own as they approached the altar, his hand resting reassuringly on her arm. Jackson felt a tear slip down his cheek
As the wedding reception wound down into the late hours of the night, the jovial atmosphere began to fade, replaced by an air of tension as the unexpected visitor was announced. The bodyguard's arrival with news of a courier bearing a mysterious package sent a ripple of apprehension through the gathered guests.Sophia and Jackson exchanged a glance fraught with concern, their minds racing to comprehend the implications of this unforeseen development. "A wedding package for us?" Sophia echoed, her voice tinged with suspicion.The bodyguard's assurance that they had checked for explosives did little to assuage Jackson's growing unease. "Bring the package," he instructed his tone firm yet tinged with caution.As the bodyguard retreated to retrieve the package, the group clustered together, their expressions a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Angela's inquiry voiced the collective curiosity, her words hanging in the tense silence that enveloped them.When the bodyguard returned, beari
The news of Abigail Palms' untimely demise reverberated far beyond the confines of her immediate circle, casting conspiracies and speculation that stretched across the nation and beyond. Journalists and news anchors seized upon the tragic event, dissecting its implications with the fervor of hungry predators circling their prey.In a small town studio, three journalists huddled around a table, their faces illuminated by the glow of the cameras that captured their every word. As they delved into the details of Abigail's life and death, their conversation veered into murkier territory, touching upon the tangled web of intrigue and suspicion that surrounded her sudden departure from this world."It's sad to see a young woman who grew up poor and became rich overnight die," remarked one journalist, her voice tinged with sympathy as she sought to empathize with the tragic figure at the center of the storm.Her sentiment was met with a chorus of dissent from her colleagues, their voices r
As the conversation veered into darker territory, the journalists found themselves confronting uncomfortable truths that had long been swept under the rug. The specter of corruption loomed large, its tendrils reaching into every corner of their society, infecting even the most sacred institutions with its poisonous influence."Didn't you forget how Benedict Rake was shot and went into a coma for nine months?" the second journalist continued his voice a solemn reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. "What happened? Nobody knows why. The only journalist that reported issues like this was Stanley Marc, and no one has seen him in years."The mention of Stanley Marc sent a shiver down their spines, his name a whispered legend in the annals of journalism. His fearless pursuit of the truth had made him a hero to many, his relentless quest for justice a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness."Yeah, Stanley Marc was a legend," the third journalist murmured, her voice ba