044My heart pounded in my chest as I heard the shrill sound of footsteps rushing towards the stairs. Panic spread like wildfire, but I kept my face a mask of pure innocence. I rushed to the ground floor standing besides Chloe just as the maids and my stepmother flooded into the hallway.“What's going on here?!” my stepmother demanded, her eyes flicking between me and Chloe's motionless body at the foot of the stairs. Her voice was high-pitched, frantic. “Ash, what happened to Chloe? Why is she lying there?”I didn’t miss a beat.“Oh my God! I—I was just in my room when I heard shouting,” I said, my voice shaky but controlled, putting on the perfect act. “I rushed to Chloe’s room and—”“Shouting? What are you talking about?” My stepmother cut me off, now furrowing her brow at me.“Yes, shouting. I heard it coming from her room,” I continued, my eyes widening as I painted the perfect picture. “When I went in to see what was going on, she was smashing her phone against the wall. I asked
045Turning my attention back to the beautiful scene unfolding before me, I smiled faintly. Let me put up an act, at least, so I don't look like a bad sister.I took a deep breath and walked toward them, letting my performance begin.“Doctor, what are you saying?!” I cried out suddenly, my voice cracking. “Tell me this isn’t true!”At this point, my eyes were red and glassy, shimmering with tears that hadn’t fully fallen. I turned to Mr. Collins like a frightened child.“Dad, what is he saying? Nothing is going to happen to my sister, right?”Mr. Collins pulled me into a tight embrace, his hand rubbing circles on my back.“Everything will be fine, honey,” he whispered. “Everything is going to be okay.”I clung to him, letting the hug linger just a second longer to make it feel real, burying my face in his chest. But then, without warning, my head jerked backward as fingers tangled into my hair and yanked me away from him.“What the—!”I turned quickly—only to see her. My stepmother. H
046*Ash’s POV*I stared at the screen for a long time, my fingers trembling over the phone. My heart thudded so loud I could barely hear myself think. I swallowed hard and finally answered.“What do you want from me, Clark?” I asked coldly, not even giving him the chance to speak first.His voice came through, smooth as ever but laced with venom. “Oh, I don’t need anything from you, Ash,” he replied, mockingly calm. “I just wanted to inform you… about your doom.”I froze.“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” he continued. “You played your game so perfectly—so damn perfectly—ruining the lives of two brothers. But now, it’s your turn. You’re going to pay, Ash. I’ll see you in court.”He paused. Then came the final dagger: “I can’t wait to see you in chains.”My mouth opened to respond, but the call ended.I stood frozen, the cold silence of the room wrapping around me like a noose. My hand went to my forehead, trembling.Drake. He must’ve told Clark something. No—he must’ve shown h
*Alora’s POV* —047I lay on my bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The cursor on my laptop screen blinked mockingly, a silent reminder that the words I needed just wouldn’t come. Writer’s block had wrapped its cold fingers around my mind for hours now, and the silence of my room only made it worse.I sighed and shut the laptop with a soft click, rubbing my temples in frustration. That’s when I heard a knock on the door.Groaning quietly, I stood and shuffled over, barefoot on the cold floor. I pulled the door open—and froze.Charles stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe like he owned the world. He wore black trousers and a white shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing a sculpted torso. His hair was styled differently today, slightly tousled in an effortlessly attractive way.“What brings you here, Charles?” I asked, keeping my voice neutral.He smirked. “Well, isn’t it obvious?”I chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “No, it’s not obvious.”“Invite me in and m
048Alora's POV “What? In two days?” I exclaimed, eyes wide. “I know, I know, Alora,” Stanley said quickly, trying to calm me down. “I know it’s sudden, but I’ve already started making the arrangements. The venue, the people... I even invited some friends.” He paused for a second, then added, “Plus, most of the major servants will be there. All you need to do is put on the act. And then, when she’s...., when she's....gone, you’ll be free to go.” He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world, but I could see the torment behind his eyes. I stared at him, my heart softening. I could already feel pity for him. “Everything’s going to be fine, Stanley,” I said gently. “Just be positive. Your mom... she won’t die. Trust me, she can’t.” I wasn’t sure if I believed my own words, but I had to be strong for him. *********** Charles' POV I sat on Alora’s bed, still boiling in rage. How could she? I asked myself. How could she choose him over me? I had hinted at my feelings. I
049 Clark’s POV The silence in my living room was unnatural. Too still. Even the hum of the refrigerator felt louder than it should be. I’d already packed the flash drive—my only solid evidence against Ash—and slipped it into the inside pocket of my jacket. There was no mistaking it. After that video Drake sent me, I knew she'd come for me. It was only a matter of time. I double-checked the curtains, making sure they were still drawn. The night outside was darker than usual, as though even the moon had decided to stay out of this. I took a deep breath and stepped outside. My plan was simple: head to Officer Delvin’s house—an old friend and the one person I trusted with this kind of heat. I descended the steps, gripping my car keys tightly, my fingers twitching. My SUV stood parked in the driveway, calm and unaware of the storm coming. The second my boots hit the concrete, I heard it. A low engine growl. My eyes darted to the left. A sleek, matte black van turned slowly into my
050TWO DAYS LATER *****ALORA'S POV****** I stared at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the girl looking back at me. My heart pounded in my chest as the women tightened the edges of my gown, making it fit perfectly. Today was the wedding. The day I’d be marrying Stanley in public. Even though it was all fake, I couldn’t stop the nerves crawling under my skin. It didn’t make sense. I should’ve felt nothing—it was just a deal, a show. But somehow, it still felt real. The thought that after this we’d go our separate ways kept echoing in my head. No matter how hard I tried to block it out, it came back louder and I didn't know why. When the women were done with the gown, another set walked in. The makeup artists. They barely spoke as they worked, focused on making everything perfect. I sat still, watching my reflection change. The more makeup they applied, the more I felt like a stranger in my own skin. All this effort for a marriage that wouldn’t even last a full yea
051Ash’s POVAs the hearing began, the judge called on Ryan's lawyer."Mrs. Jane," he announced.She stepped forward confidently. Her posture was poised, her expression unreadable. Dressed in a sharp coat, she exuded authority. I had heard she never lost a case—and from the way she carried herself, I believed it. But I wasn't worried. My lawyer was better. I trusted his capabilities."My Lord," she began, voice clear, "my client, Mr. Ryan Hemsworth, has been accused of murdering his own brother, Lucas Hemsworth."She paused, then turned to the court.“Let me clarify everything. First, I’ll show the images of his brother’s dead body and the bruises he sustained after the supposed fight with Mr. Ryan.”She walked to her table, picked up her briefcase, and opened it. From inside, she pulled out a stack of photos.Approaching the judge, she placed the images before him. He studied them carefully before passing them to the jury.“Now,” she continued, “this is the first piece of evidence.
064 **ALORA'S POV** “You were right, Alora,” he said, his voice tinged with grim satisfaction. “He called just as you predicted, asking me to accept his proposal and cover up his mess without the reports.” My voice crackled through the phone, sharp and focused. “Hope you got everything recorded without any mistakes?” “Yes, I did,” he replied. “I’m sending it to you right now.” “Thank you very much, Mr. Kyle. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” “It’s nothing much,” he said modestly. “I just wanted to help. For now, try to rest and stay alert. The results will be at your door tomorrow morning.” “Alright, thank you so much, Mr. Kyle,” I said, gratitude flooding my chest. He ended the call, and within seconds, my phone pinged with the recording he’d sent. I opened it, listening briefly to confirm its clarity. Charles’s voice, smug and manipulative, echoed through the speaker. Got you. I smirked, leaning back in my bed. “You meet your doom tomorrow, Charles.” ******
063ALORA'S POV I turned and stared at him. "Why the hell do you need his number?" I asked as I walked forward to where he stood beside Doctor Kyle. "So what? Now I don't have the right to have the number of the doctor who'll be handling the test results? Remember, this is our child we're talking about." "Our?" I asked. I chuckled. "You're so delusional, Charles, and I can't wait for everyone to find out the truth." "What truth?" he asked, smirking at me. I glared at him. "The truth—that I'm not carrying a child in my womb. Not for you. Not for anyone." Without another word, I turned and walked out of the room, my legs carrying me faster than I could ever imagine. I strode to the car and got in, shutting the door behind me. Soon enough, I spotted Stanley, Chloe, and Charles coming. I couldn't help but smile. Charles thought collecting Doctor Kyle's number would do him any good. He thought he'd be able to bribe him. Well, from what I know about Doctor Kyle, he's a very honest
062ALORA'S POVI picked up my phone from the bed—again. I needed to search for an AI expert, someone skilled enough to detect whether a video was fake or not.I kept scrolling, but most of the profiles I found lacked experience. Their bios made it obvious—they hadn’t been in the field long.I sighed and rubbed my forehead. All this stress, all because of a false allegation. But it was worth it if it meant proving my innocence.I continued searching until I stumbled upon one bio that caught my attention. The man wasn’t too young, but not old either—55 years of age with twelve years of experience. His name was Jeremy.A smile tugged at my lips. I quickly scrolled up to check how much he charged, and to my surprise, it wasn’t much.He looked perfect for the job. Even in his photo, he looked strict—like someone who couldn’t be easily bought.I copied his contact details and placed a call immediately. The first call rang out. Then the second. Still nothing.“I’ll try one more time,” I mut
ALORA'S POV061“Really?” I asked, stepping closer to him, my voice tight with disbelief.“Yes, really,” Mr. Grey replied, tapping a few keys on his laptop. “When I checked the footage again, I noticed it had been blurred using some kind of virus filter. But it’s not permanent—I can fix it. I can help you.”I stared at him. My heart jumped, but I forced myself to stay calm. I couldn't afford to let hope ruin my focus.“Thank you,” I breathed. “Seriously, Mr. Grey, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. Do you think you can get it done by tomorrow?”He hesitated for a second, then nodded confidently. “I’ll work through the night if I have to. You’ll have it by tomorrow. I promise.”I let out a slow breath, tension peeling off me like old skin. “Thanks,” I said quietly. “I’m counting on you.”“You should,” he said simply.Without another word, I turned and left the room. There was no time to lose. I needed to show Stanley the footage of Chloe pushing his mother. He deserved the
ALORA'S POV060"Uhm, I… I uhm, I'm…" I stammered, my voice faltering as a knot formed in my throat. I had no idea what to say to the stern man staring at me. But then it struck me—everyone believed I was Mr. Stanley’s wife now. If I played that role convincingly, and backed it with the photos I’d collected, there was no way he wouldn’t believe me.Straightening my shoulders, I forced the trembling out of my voice. “I’m… I’m Mrs. Stanley. Mr. Stanley’s wife. And you must be Mr. Grey.”He stared at me, his lips tightening. “Women like you disgust me,” he snapped without hesitation.My breath caught in my chest. Had I heard that right? “Did you just say I disgust you?” I asked, stunned.He didn’t even blink. “You claim to be his wife, yet you go around cheating on him. Yeah, I saw the whole thing.”“Mr. Grey, please,” I pleaded quickly, pushing down the wave of anger and shame rising in me. “I need your help. This is about my dignity—”“Dignity?” he barked out a dry laugh. “What dignity
059ALORA'S POV I had been waiting in my room for the past two hours, ever since the chaos that had unfolded downstairs. My heart was still racing from what had happened, but I needed everything to settle. Everyone had to be asleep before I could make my move. Silence was my ally tonight. Charles thought he was clever—thought he could twist things and make it look like I was lying. But he didn’t know who he was messing with. I was going to show him what smart really looked like. By now, the house had gone quiet. Lights were out in most rooms, and the occasional creak of settling wood was all that could be heard. That was my cue. I stood from my bed, my bare feet making no sound as I slipped out of the room and into the dimly lit hallway. My destination was clear: the CCTV room. That room held the truth—hard evidence of what happened that day. If I was going to expose Charles, I needed the footage. I had heard an old man named Grey was usually stationed there, but rumor had it he w
058 STANLEY'S POV After my mom had passed, Chloe and I were headed back home. It was already late at this point. I was driving. And just then, my phone began buzzing through the call. When I looked at the name on the screen, I saw that it was Alora, and I ended the call instantly. I didn't want anything to do with her. Not now. Especially now that my mother had passed away. I needed to find myself. Alora had betrayed me in the worst way ever. So I thought. After a while, I arrived home. I parked the car in the parking lot, and Chloe and I got out from the car. We both walked into the house and just as, we did. I saw Alora sitting on the couch in the parlor. I wanted to ignore her at first. But when she spotted me, she stood up and walked towards where I was. I wanted passing her, but then she blocked me. She didn't allow me to pass. "I don't have time for your nonsense, Alora. I have a lot of things way more important than the act you're putting up here right now. Let me pass
STANLEY'S POV 057I gripped her hand tightly, nodding through my uncontrollable sobs."I promise you, Mom. I promise you I won't leave Alora," I said, my voice breaking with emotion.Just as the words left my mouth, she smiled warmly at me. A smile so weak, yet so full of love."Thank you, Stanley," she whispered. "I'm glad... I know you keep to your promises."But suddenly, the machine tracking her heartbeat began to beep faster, shrill and frantic. My mom gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as tears streamed from her closed eyes.Panic exploded inside me."Doctor! Doctor!" I screamed at the top of my lungs."Mom, hold on! I'm coming!"I sprinted out of the ward, my heart pounding in terror. I saw the doctor rushing towards me, alarmed by my cries."Something's happening! My mom — the machine — please hurry!" I stammered desperately.Without wasting a second, the doctor dashed into the room with me close behind.But it was too late.The moment we entered, my legs
ASH'S POV056The courtroom felt like it had frozen in time. My heart pounded loudly in my chest as I stood, my hands trembling, as I stood there waiting for the words of the judge, the final verdict." innocent and Mrs. Ash Collins guilty."I staggered back, my breath catching in my throat. No… this can’t be... The verdict echoed again and again in my ears, each replay slicing deeper into my soul. Across the room, Ryan jumped to his feet, unable to contain his joy. He laughed, arms raised triumphantly in the air, while the crowd erupted into wild cheers. Even the jury wore smiles of satisfaction.But for me... the world tilted dangerously.I stood there, frozen, the weight of the moment crushing me. Then, the judge’s voice thundered once more."Mrs. Ash Collins, the court sentences you to five years in prison… followed by execution by shock upon release."The words struck like lightning.Execution?My eyes widened in horror. I must have misheard him. No, no, this isn’t real!Before