Mandy Norton woke up to the faint sound of birds chirping outside her window. The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room.
For a moment, she forgot everything—her life felt almost peaceful. But then she turned to her bedside table and saw the white envelope resting there like a ghost from the past. With trembling hands, she reached for it. As she tore open the envelope, her heart pounded in her chest. Her breath caught when she saw the words she had feared for so long: **Divorce Papers**. Mandy’s world shattered. It wasn’t just the paper—it was everything it represented. The end of her marriage, the end of her dreams, the end of the life she had planned with Ramsey. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to sob, her body shaking with grief. "How could he do this to me?" she whispered into the empty room. And then her sorrow turned to anger. "Serena Fenton," she spat, venom in her voice. "That snake. She slithered into his life and stole him away from me." Serena Fenton, CEO of Ramsey's tech company, had come into their lives like a hurricane. She was everything Mandy wasn’t—bold, confident, sexy. Mandy hated her for it. And now, because of Serena, Ramsey was leaving her. A fresh wave of tears came over her, and she collapsed back onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow. After what felt like an eternity, she picked up her phone and dialed the one person she knew would understand—her sister, Bella. Bella answered on the second ring, her voice as bubbly as ever. “Mandy! Long time, no talk! What’s up?” Mandy could barely speak through her tears. “Bella, he’s leaving me,” she choked out. There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Bella’s tone softened. “Oh, Mandy... not Ramsey?” Mandy nodded, even though Bella couldn’t see her. “He dropped the divorce papers before leaving this morning. I don’t know what to do, Bella. I feel so lost.” Bella sighed, but Mandy could almost hear her thinking through the problem like it was a tricky puzzle. “Well, first things first, sis, you’ve got to sign those papers.” “What?” Mandy gasped. “Sign them? How could I do that?” “Listen,” Bella said, her voice filled with the kind of practical wisdom only she could pull off. “Staying in this marriage isn’t going to bring you any happiness. It’s like holding onto a cactus—you’re only hurting yourself. And besides, you know what they say: better out of a bad marriage than stuck in it, right?” Mandy let out a shaky breath. “I just never thought it would end like this.” “Nobody ever does,” Bella said gently. “But you’re strong, Mandy. And you’re not alone. Why don’t you go back home? to Grandpa’s place. It’s not too late to start over.” Mandy hesitated. She knew she would not be accepted in the Norton's Mansion. Although It was the place where she’d grown up, surrounded by her family, yet it's still the place where she’d always felt like she didn’t quite belong, most especially after what happened on her so-called wedding day. And now, going back as a woman whose marriage had failed? It was almost too much to bear. “I don’t know, Bella,” Mandy said, her voice small. “Oh, come on,” Bella insisted, her tone lightening again. “It’s still your home. And besides, maybe you’ll find some of Grandma’s old recipes stuffed in the kitchen drawers. Remember those cookies she used to make?” Mandy couldn’t help but smile through her tears. Bella always had a way of finding the bright side, no matter how dark things seemed. “Okay,” Mandy said finally. “I’ll go.” “Atta girl!” Bella cheered. “And don’t worry about a thing. I’ll be back soon enough, and we’ll face this together. But for now, go home. Be strong.” Mandy ended the call feeling a little better, but the pit in her stomach remained. Signing the papers was one thing; facing her family was another. --- Later that day, Mandy stood outside the grand entrance to her grandfather’s mansion, clutching her suitcase in one hand and the divorce papers in the other. The mansion loomed over her, just as imposing as she remembered. She took a deep breath and pushed the heavy golden door open. She barely had time to take in her surroundings before she was greeted by her cousin, Elsa, who eyed her up and down with a look of pure disdain. “Well, look who finally decided to crawl back,” Elsa sneered. Mandy tried to smile, but it faltered under Elsa’s harsh gaze. “Hello, Elsa. It’s... been a while.” “Not long enough,” Elsa muttered, turning on her heel and disappearing down the hallway. Mandy sighed and started towards the living room, where the rest of the family was gathered. As she entered, the conversation fell silent, and all eyes turned to her. Her cousin Rachel, sitting with her legs crossed and a smirk on her face, was the first to speak. “Look who it is—Mrs. Ramsey,” Rachel said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Or should I say, not-Mrs. Ramsey?” The room erupted in mocking laughter, and Mandy felt her cheeks burn with shame. Her grandfather, sitting in his old steel armchair, didn’t even bother to look at her. “What a disgrace, Mandy! you are such a failure! I knew Elsa was a better bride for Ramsey than you. But your wicked soul would not let your cousin have what she deserved. Now look at you! you just ruined our ties with the Billionaire.” he spatted, shaking his head. Mandy’s heart broke a little more with every word. She stood there, surrounded by her family, feeling smaller and smaller until she could barely hold back the tears. They didn’t just mock her—they spat on her pain, rubbed salt in her wounds. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Ain’t nobody got my back!?” she yelled, her voice cracking with emotion. The room fell silent, and for a moment, Mandy felt completely alone. But then, from somewhere in the shadows, she heard a voice—calm, steady, and filled with a quiet strength. “I got you, Mandy.”The dining room was filled with an unspoken heaviness as Rachel, Elsa, and Uncle Mark gathered for lunch at the Norton's Mansion. Uncle Mark, leaning back thoughtfully, looked at each of his daughters with pride and empathy. Breaking the silence, he gently asked, “What’s the way forward, girls? Where do you see yourselves, now, after everything?” Elsa spoke up first, her tone determined yet reflective. “I’ve always dreamed of becoming a lawyer,” she began. “But I’ve seen what it takes to make a real name as one… the compromises, the shortcuts. I can’t become someone like Stefano McReynolds. Modeling, on the other hand,” she continued, a flicker of newfound confidence brightening her face, “it feels natural. I’ve realized it’s something I’m genuinely good at, and I want to give it everything I’ve got.” Uncle Mark smiled, his eyes warm with approval. “Elsa, whatever path you choose, know I’m standing behind you. Follow your heart, and the rest will fall into place.” Elsa’s cheeks
Dwight was just about to leave Mandy’s rehab ward when he found the doctor waiting at the entrance. He quickly stepped aside to speak with him, concern clouding his face. “Mandy’s recovery is going well, doctor,” he began quietly. “But she’s having episodes of memory loss. She can’t remember certain events… especially losing our child. What do we do now?” The doctor raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “Does she remember having a baby at all?” “Yes,” Dwight admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But she believes the baby is still in the incubator. I… I told her that, hoping it would ease her mind.” The doctor nodded, a plan forming in his mind. “In that case, there might be a way to help her continue healing,” he said carefully. “If she can’t recall losing the baby, then… adopt a newborn. Present it to her as her own child.” Dwight stared at the doctor in shock, the idea hitting him like a wave. “You mean… find a child and pretend it’s hers?” “Yes,” the doc
The atmosphere in the courtroom was thick with tension as Serena stood before the jury, her once-proud demeanor shattered. Today was her hearing, and she faced charges for the murder of little Bella, a robbery, and the ruthless crime she had framed Peter Allison for. Serena shifted uncomfortably, her hands vibrating as the judge prepared to read the verdict. The foreperson of the jury rose, casting a sharp glance in Serena’s direction before delivering the final judgment. “The jury has found you guilty of first degree murder. I hereby sentence you to twenty five hundred consecutive life sentences plus a thousand years.”She turned to face Serena, her face beet red with contempt like there was more of a personal grudge between them than a federal case. "Once you pass away, you will receive an attempted escape charge with an additional two hundred years added to your sentence which you will begin serving in the afterlife once you get hell." Her eyes were fierce and full of resentment
Dwight picked a lighter from the kitchen and headed back to the living room.The flames from the lighter flickered in the dimly lit room as he approached Ramsey, who lay slumped and bound in the chair. Without a hint of hesitation, Dwight flicked the lighter, setting Ramsey’s hair alight in an instant. The fire crackled to life, devouring the strands and singeing his scalp, sending smoke spiraling into the air. Ramsey screamed, his voice hoarse, begging, pleading for Dwight to end it all. As the fire died, leaving Ramsey’s head charred and his spirit all but shattered, he let out a ragged sob. His skin, bruised and torn, showed a ghostly paleness beneath the streaks of blood. He could feel his strength slipping away, the life draining from him with each passing second. Desperate, he attempted to bite his tongue in a last effort to escape the torment, but his body betrayed him; his jaw trembled, teeth chattering too weakly to do any real harm. For a long moment, Dwight just stood th
Ramsey’s body shook, his tone barely concealing the fear behind his words as he looked up at Dwight, shackled and bound. He swallowed hard, watching Dwight rummage through the backpack filled with a disturbing array of tools, each promising a unique kind of agony. “What do you want?” Ramsey asked, forcing a calmness into his tone that belied the terror swirling inside him. Dwight chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “What do I want? really? Ramsey, you seem to have cheated the face death so often that you now think you're unkillable. Am I right?” He tilted his head, a sinister glint in his eyes. Ramsey attempted to use psychology to save himself. “I know you, Dwight Mendez,” he said, his voice feigning familiarity. “You’re not like me. You’re a good man, a better man. You’re not capable of killing anyone.” Dwight laughed, but it wasn’t the laugh of a man who found amusement. It was cold, devoid of warmth, and filled with pain. His gaze flickered to Hannah’s lifeless body sprawle
Dwight pulled into the driveway of his mansion, his mind set, heart hardened. This night, there was only one objective: justice for Mandy, for Bella, for everything Serena, Hannah, and Ramsey had taken from him. He strode inside, up the grand staircase, and into his private study. With quick precision, he unlocked his safe, pulling out a small, polished handgun. As he tucked it into his coat, his thoughts were interrupted by a quiet voice. “Sir,” one of the maids approached, her face filled with worry. “We’ve been searching for Clara for days. She’s disappeared without a word. We think…we think maybe she ran away with Hannah.” Dwight’s expression didn’t change; he simply gave a curt nod. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll find her.” The maid looked on, unsure, but Dwight had already turned, a cold resolve in his eyes. Tonight, he would tie up all loose ends. As he drove, Dwight made a stop at a small, dimly lit store, where he gathered an arsenal of tools designed to inflict slow, prec