One Week Later Christopher stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of his tailored suit. The morning light poured into his room, casting a soft glow over the sharp lines of his navy-blue jacket. His expression was focused, jaw tight, eyes heavy with responsibility. Today was Raymond’s hearing. And this time, he wouldn’t fail. He straightened his tie and glanced at his reflection, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly. There would be no car issues today, he had personally overseen every detail. No tampered brakes. No surprises. He wasn’t taking any chances. Not again. He smoothed his lapel and reached for his case files. Everything he needed to argue Raymond’s innocence was neatly arranged inside. Witness statements. Contradictions in the original case. Gaps the prosecution didn’t want anyone to notice. He had worked hard. Pushed through pain, stress, and sleepless nights. But it didn’t matter, because today, he had to show up. For Raymond. And for Olivia
Christopher stood still, staring after Racheal as she walked away. His brows furrowed in confusion. What had just happened? Why was she crying? He replayed the conversation in his head. She had told him she was pregnant, and he had congratulated her. He had meant it. Deep down, he was genuinely happy for her. A new life was always something to be celebrated… wasn’t it? So why did she look shattered? Maybe she’d expected a different reaction. Maybe she had hoped for more than just a smile and soft words. He sighed, realizing that no matter how good his intentions were, he might have said too little. Shaking his head, Christopher turned to go back inside. His body was still weak from the hospital stay, and he needed to rest. But the moment he took two steps forward, a sudden, sharp pain exploded in his head. He gasped and stumbled, his hand flying to his temple. It was unbearable, like a hammer slamming into his skull over and over again. The pain was so intense he could har
When Olivia opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw were the plain white walls surrounding her. The harsh fluorescent light above made her squint, and the steady beeping of a monitor nearby confirmed what she feared, she was in a hospital. For a moment, everything felt hazy. Her mind struggled to catch up. There was a strange sense of déjà vu, and she was unsure how she got there. She blinked slowly, trying to focus. Her body ached slightly, her head felt heavy, and her limbs didn’t move as easily as she wanted. Then, like a wave crashing down, the memories returned. Olivia stirred, her body aching as she slowly sat up. Her head throbbed, and she winced slightly. The last thing she remembered was the sudden force, the door of the car flying open and her body hitting the hard ground. She must have blacked out after that. Just then, the door creaked open, and Christopher stepped in, Nathan right behind him. The moment Christopher saw her awake, relief washed over his face
Christopher paced, worried. Olivia wasn’t back and it was unlike her. The rain was pouring loudly, drumming against the windows and roof. He had dialed her number several times, but it didn’t go through. Not even once. No rings. Just silence. Nathan sat on the couch, legs crossed, trying to remain calm despite the tension in the room. “Relax,” he said, watching Christopher with a raised brow. “She’ll be back. She’ll be fine.” Christopher ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched. “How can I relax? She’s not home. She didn’t say she’d be late, she’s not picking up, and it’s storming like hell out there.” Nathan leaned forward slightly. “It’s raining. Maybe the driver hasn’t gotten to her yet. Maybe traffic’s insane. Don’t jump to conclusions.” “But what if something’s wrong?” Christopher muttered, staring at the window like he expected Olivia to walk in any second. “What if—” He paused, unable to finish the thought. The recent threats. The masked man. All of it came floodi
Sophia’s fingers hovered above her phone screen, a frown tugging at her lips as another message from the unknown number appeared. A video file. Her stomach clenched. Something about this felt off. Her heart skipped a beat. With trembling fingers, she tapped it open, a creeping dread already twisting in her chest. The moment the video began to play, her breath caught. No. No. No. Her entire face drained of color. It was her. Her… and him. Caught in the most intimate moment. A private recording she never even knew existed. Her secret. Her biggest mistake. Now in someone else’s hands. Panic surged through her. She typed quickly, her hands trembling so hard the phone nearly slipped from her grasp. 'WTF?! Who are you?' Her pulse thundered in her ears. She didn’t know whether to scream or cry. Then came the response— 'I will release it to the public with a caption that'll ruin you for life.' Sophia’s breath hitched. She stared at the screen like it had slapped her
"You don’t mean that… do you?" Racheal’s voice trembled, her eyes narrowing with disbelief. Alex had to be bluffing. There was no way he’d stoop this low. But the mocking grin on his face told her otherwise. "I’ll give you money," she said quickly, desperation rising. "Whatever amount you want. Just delete that video." Alex let out a dark chuckle, leaning back like he was enjoying every second. “Tch. Poor Racheal,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Relax. I won’t send the video to anyone…” Her eyes flickered with brief hope. “…but you’ll have to take off your clothes.” The hope shattered instantly. Her throat closed up as fresh tears filled her eyes. Her mind spun through every consequence. If the video got out—her name, her reputation, her status would be destroyed. And worse, if he leaked the pregnancy test to Christopher, everything she had worked for would collapse and she'd be tied to Alex forever. That was her nightmare. It had always been Christopher