LOGINMeanwhile that same evening, across town at west Cedarville Alura was actually at her old apartment, not the one she lived in with her dad though, it's the one she once shared with her roommate who later became her friend, Nessa.
She stood in the middle of the one room apartment and looked around slowly, as memories hit her. After graduating she had to leave her father to find a job, but she needed a place to stay while job hunting. That was when she met Nessa at a job interview. Luckily they both got the job and Nessa offered to accommodate her at the apartment, but Alura would have to pay part of it since Nessa was struggling to pay it alone. Alura had willingly accepted. So that's how they became roommates and eventually best friends. They had spent two years in this place, two years of working three part time jobs because the salary wasn't enough, and eating instant meals almost everyday, and counting coins for bus fare. Now she was packing the last of what remained in this apartment into four boxes. She folded another sweater carefully and placed it into the box beside her feet. Alura had already packed most of her own things earlier that week, only a few things were left and she decided to get them along with Nessa's remaining things. Honestly, the new apartment had felt too quiet alone. She had wanted her father to move in initially, but she considered the risks involved and decided not to, Robert can be really unpredictable and she didn't want to risk betraying Grandma Mabel, so she decided she would send him money from her salary instead especially after his last request for three hundred bucks. Hopefully he would use the money for something reasonable. That was the real reason she asked Nessa to move in. Not because she needed help with rent anymore or because she was afraid of living alone. Just that the silence felt heavy there sometimes, at least with Nessa around, there would definitely be noise. Nessa was the complete opposite of Alura and living with her for two years had destroyed whatever innocence Alura used to have. The girl had absolutely no shame. Not a single bit of shame, she had once casually explained 'Riding techniques' over breakfast while Alura nearly choked to death on toast. According to her Alura was lucky to be coached on her sex styles course for free. Alura still hadn't recovered from the embarrassment, their friendship honestly made no sense on paper. While Alura was quiet, cautious and constantly worried about bills. Nessa was carefree, she believed the universe would do its job and provide for her, funny enough she somehow gets unusually lucky. She's also chaotic, loud, reckless and beautiful in a sexy way that attracted trouble like a magnet. But somehow their friendship worked, Nessa had been there during some of the worst moments of Alura's life, even when Alura had to do a job that required her to go against her morals just to pay off one of her father's several debts, Nessa never once judged her, and they had even decided to keep it a secret....well not just between them, Alura's childhood friend also knows about it. Alura sealed the last box with tape and sat back on her heels, she sighed with relief. Her phone suddenly buzzed in her back pocket. She wiped her hands quickly and pulled it out, expecting maybe another email from work. Instead she felt her heart beat jump, the message was from Lou(Helper). And the first word that caught her attention was DIVORCE?? Lou: "I came to your apartment tonight and I heard everything. I want a Divorce. "...W--what?" Her eyes widened as she read through the messages. Lou: "I will not tolerate this behavior. You're clearly only after money, and I won't be humiliated by a wife who sleeps around in an apartment my family provides." She stood up from the floor very slowly, what was he talking about?, what did he mean by sleeping around? Wait he visited her apartment.... today? Her confusion slowly twisted into horror. "Oh My God." Alura's face drained completely of color as realization slammed into her. She immediately dialed Nessa's number. "Please don't let this be what I think it is...Please."She whispered in panic to herself while pacing frantically in the room. The call connected after the third ring. Then Nessa's voice answered from the other side, breathless and giggling. "Hey babe! Sorry I couldn't come along, Jake and I kinda got distracted." She giggled again. Alura shut her eyes and bit her lips hard. No. No no no. "Nessa," she whispered weakly into the phone. Nessa gasped dramatically. "Wait, why do you sound traumatized?" Alura pressed a hand over her forehead. "Please tell me you weren't just having sex in my apartment." Nessa went mute. Then finally answered with hesitation, "Uhmm....Maybe?" Alura felt her soul leave her body. "Oh my--Ahhh" She screamed into the phone in frustration, ruffling her arranged hair. "I guess we might've gotten a little loud....actually really loud."Nessa admitted shamelessly. She suddenly gasped, like she just realized how serious it was, "Did the neighbors call to complain? Oh my, I'm so Sorry! They probably hate us already." Alura slowly lowered herself into the nearest chair before she would collapse. Lou had visited for the first time. He heard everything, Now he thinks it was her. Blood rushed to her face so fast she thought she might actually pass out. "Nessa," she croaked. "Lou went to the apartment today." "What?" Nessa whispered with realization. "He heard you and Jake, now he's texting me about a Divorce." Alura whispered in agitation. A loud shriek exploded through the phone. "Oh shit!" Nessa cursed loudly. She immediately started panicking too, "Lou? as in, the one whose Grandma pays our rent? Fuck He's gonna think you're some cheating sex maniac!" Alura scoffed and stood up, "He already does." Nessa hissed, "Alura, I'm so sorry, I had no idea, if I knew he was coming I never would have—" "It's okay." Alura was already pulling on her jacket with one hand, her phone crushed between her ear and shoulder. "I'll sort it out, hopefully." She hung up and left the apartment hurriedly, along with the boxes behind, then she boarded a cab home. She immediately sent Lou a message explaining herself. "That wasn't me!! That was my roommate and her boyfriend! I wasn't even there. I was packing my things at my old apartment! Please, this is a huge misunderstanding!" She reread it again before sending. It showed delivered, then read almost immediately. Alura held her breath hoping for a reply, a good reply though. But one minute passed. And she got nothing. She decided to call his number directly for the first time since she got it. Her heart was hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat. It rang once, just once, and then-- "The number you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message." Alura sighed in frustration, and ran a hand through her hair, "He won't even reply my messages." She didn't leave a message. What else would she even say to convince him? ................. By the time Alura got to the new apartment it was already late and she was seconds away from crying. Nessa opened the door before she could knock, for once, her roommate wasn't smiling or grinning, instead she looked really worried and guilt ridden. Jake stood awkwardly near the kitchen holding his shoes. "Hey..." he muttered carefully. Nessa immediately pointed toward the door. "Out." Jake didn't argue after seeing Alura's face. He nodded and grabbed his jacket, leaving quickly. The apartment became painfully quiet after he left. Nessa turned slowly toward Alura, she looked genuinely horrified. "I'm Soo sorry, I didn't know he was coming over tonight." Alura pressed her lips together and went to sit, she sighed, "I know, it's not your fault." Nessa shook her head, "No seriously, if I knew your husband was visiting I wouldn't have..." She gestured vaguely toward the bedroom Alura buried her face in her hands. The worst part was that Lucius already disliked this marriage arrangement. She could tell from his texts sometimes. He was always cold and rude, like someone tolerating a situation instead of wanting it. And now this happened before they even officially met. Her image to him has been totally ruined. "Maybe he'll calm down tomorrow," Nessa said hesitantly. Alura laughed weakly, but it sounded closer to breaking apart. "I hope so." She really wanted to believe that. Her phone suddenly buzzed, she immediately checked to see if he finally replied. Even Nessa was eager to know. Unfortunately, it was an email, but the email was not from him, it was from a legal firm she didn't recognize. Legal notice: This is to notify you that the divorce documents are currently being prepared and will be delivered to you for signature in due course. Alura's eyes widened, "....What?" "What happened? What did he say?" Nessa asked anxiously, but Alura was completely frozen and mute. Nessa grabbed the phone and read the email, she cursed in a whisper and looked back at Alura worriedly. She was lost in thoughts. Why doesn't he believe her, how can they divorce before the marriage even really starts? And when they get divorced, will she be kicked out of the apartment? What if he asks for the money to be returned? What if....she ends up right back with Percy Miller?The morning sun washed over the bustling streets of downtown Ashford Bay, casting long, golden shadows across the pavement. Abigail stood on the sidewalk, holding a warm cup of coffee in her hands. The cool coastal breeze tugged at her hair, but she didn't mind. She looked up at the painted wooden sign hanging above the large, gleaming glass windows. Hope's Garden.A delivery truck idled loudly at the curb. Two workers carried tall, bright floral arrangements through the front doors, the smell of damp earth, crushed leaves, and fresh roses spilling out onto the street. Abigail directed them, her voice calm and gentle. She pointed to the display corners and told them exactly where to place the white orchids, the sunflowers, and the rare lilies. She was now a mother, a survivor, and the proud owner of her own thriving dream business.Grey stepped out of a black car parked across the street. His silver-streaked hair caught the morning light. His wound that nearly killed him a year ag
Jax sat in the back of a black surveillance van parked on an Ashford Bay street. The glowing screens of his laptops cast a pale blue light over his face. The side door of the van slid open. The cold, salty wind of the coastal city rushed inside, bringing the smell of rain.Marcus stepped into the van. He wore a dark jacket, rain dripping from his collar. A stark white bandage still covered the side of his head where Evelyn had struck him, but he refused to stay in a hospital bed."My men have the perimeter locked," Marcus said. "Our team security has every road leading out of this block barricaded. If he tries to run, he'll hit a wall of armed guards."Jax nodded, keeping his eyes on the digital map on his screen. "Good. He is in Room 14. First floor, near the back alley."This was the ultimate crossover of forces. Hunt Group’s former federal agent and ECO Oils’ ruthless second-in-command working side by side. "Let's go get him," Jax said. He closed the laptop and grabbed his weapon
The sterile white walls of the Cedarville General Hospital corridor felt like a prison.Lucius was still at the waiting room. He hadn't changed his ruined shirt.The silence in the waiting area was deafening. The doctor’s words echoed on a loop in his mind. The blood loss puts your unborn child at severe risk.Lucius leaned forward and buried his face in his bloodstained hands. He had no idea. He didn't know he was about to become a father again. He didn't know Alura was carrying their child. The thought that he might lose them both before they even had a chance to build a life together tore him apart from the inside out. He could not breathe. He could not think. At this point he was begging the universe for a miracle. A swarm of local police officers had arrived minutes after the ambulance, demanding statements and trying to breach the surgical wing. Jax did not let them pass. He managed the police with authority, flashing his federal credentials and forcing the detectives to wait
Back in Ashford Bay.Abigail woke up to the smell of mold and rotting wood.Her vision swam as she tried to open her eyes. The room was freezing. She was lying flat on a rusted hospital gurney, staring up at a ceiling covered in water stains and peeling paint. Panic hit her like a physical blow. She tried to sit up, but thick leather straps dug into her wrists and ankles, pinning her down."Don't struggle, Abigail. It's bad for the baby's heart rate."Abigail's head snapped towards her direction. Evelyn stood near a broken window, humming a quiet, cheerful tune. She had taken off her disguise and now wore a stolen white medical coat. She was arranging a row of sharp, shining surgical tools on a dirty rolling tray."Evelyn," Abigail gasped, her throat dry and burning from the chloroform. "Let me go. Please. I beg you."Evelyn turned around, smiling a warm, terrifying smile. Her delusions were in full control now. She didn't see her plan as kidnapping, she only saw a birth plan."Why wo
The Hunt vow renewal was the most anticipated event of the decade.The estate gardens were transformed into a dream. Thousands of white roses lined the walkways, and crystal lights hung from the branches of the old oak trees, catching the afternoon sun. Hundreds of elite guests, rival CEOs, Friends, family and local politicians sat in rows of white chairs on the green lawn. News helicopters circled far above the property line, desperate to get a shot of the billionaire and his bride.In the front row, Bryan sat with a bright smile. He looked sharp in a tailored suit, radiating the confidence of a successful working model. He didn't like to wear suits, but Alura had joked and told him he might find a girlfriend in the after-party, and he wouldn't want to regret not dressing impressively.He was finally happy and free from Roland’s dark shadow, and he cheered louder than anyone else as the ceremony began.At the altar, Lucius stood waiting. He wore a blue tuxedo. Beside him stood Jax
Grey placed a loaded handgun on his thigh.He had not slept in these past few days. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Dr. Evelyn standing over Abigail. The news of Evelyn’s escape from police custody played on a loop in his mind. That woman was no longer just a disgraced therapist. She was suffering a full psychotic break, and she was practically hunting his family.Grey stared at the locked bedroom door of their new penthouse. His paranoia was eating him alive. He trusted his guards, he trusted Marcus, and he trusted the FBI, but none of it felt like enough. Until she was completely gone, he wouldn't have peace of mind.Yesterday morning, they found a small, plain cardboard box sitting right outside the penthouse front doors.It bypassed the lobby security. It bypassed the armed guards in the hallway. When Grey opened it, his blood ran cold. There was no bomb inside. There was no threat note. There was only a tiny white baby dress but with a red stain on it.Evelyn was playing a
"Hmm, this is definitely a cheap knockoff," Lucius said casually. "The original design costs about five thousand dollars. Yours looks like the fake version they sell online for two hundred." He thought that, even though her ring looked exactly like his in every detail. It might be possible to be a
Alura stared at her phone for twenty minutes before she found the courage to call. Grandmother Mabel answered on the second ring. "Lily. Is something wrong?" "Grandmother, I..." Alura took a deep breath. "I just got a job interview. It's for an executive secretary position." "Woah, That's wo
Alura arrived at the Temple at exactly 8 AM. "Lily." Grandma Mabel smiled warmly. "You're right on time." Alura smiled back and sat across, her eyes fixed on the duffel bag on the table. It looked heavy and full. "That's four million dollars," Grandma Mabel said, following her gaze. "It's cash
Something smelled off the moment Alura opened her apartment door. It smelled like cigar. Expensive, thick and choking cigar. She pushed the door open quietly and her stomach immediately dropped. Percy Miller sat on their couch like it was a throne. His legs were spread wide, and his expensive s







