ログインRomeo stared confusedly at the message on the screen of his phone. He immediately called the attention of everyone. "Guys, I wanted to make sure Chris wouldn't be able to do any new tricks from prison, so I reached out to the prison where he's being held and explained some things to them. "They said they'd look into it so I naturally just waited. I reached out last night. I got a message from them just now and they're telling me the prisoner with the name I gave them has been in a coma for the past four months." Cara sprung to her feet. "What??!" "That's impossible." Abigail added, joining Cara on her feet. "I know." Romeo looked genuinely surprised and confused. "These attacks, they began three months ago which means that was when they got their first order. It doesn't make any sense." "Could it be possible that he has been faking a coma all these past few months just to get himself a strong alibi?" Andrew suggested. "That's plausible." Jastrow supported. "He could have
Jessica drove as fast as she could, hands clenching the wheels as tightly as they could. They had made sure her phone couldn't be tracked but Jessica still wanted to make it to the apartment just in time. In case the psycho had tried to track her phone and make sure she was at the apartment like she claimed. Looking behind her, she saw some cars following behind her. If she hadn't been notified, she wouldn't have known. They were so incognito. She felt a bead of sweat roll down her forehead and she wiped it off. Her stomach twisted and churned and her breaths grew short. She felt so nervous. She reminded herself of Romeo's words. "Inside the apartment are five agents who can protect you. Don't try to look for them, you'll give them up without even knowing. "On your floor, there are also five agents in different apartments. And it's the same on each floor. You're safe, as safe as you'll ever be. Don't worry." She swallowed hard, almost choking on her saliva. As she
Jessica stood in front of the camera feeling nervous. When last had she shown her face online? She used to be online to show off her wealth and lifestyle back then, just logging into her account again made her feel so sad. Looking back at all she had, she still deserved that life and she was going to work hard until she got it for herself. Pushing that thought aside, she nodded to Cara who was sitting with her inside the car. Just to be safe, Romeo had asked them to use one of his cars he had never used before. The one no one would be able to recognize with him or his wife. Once Cara gave the go ahead, she clicked on the record, her fake tears already falling down her face. "Hello everyone..." She sniffed softly. "I know, it has been a very long time since I've been on here but... "Guys..." She sobbed softly. "Something terrible has happened to me. I couldn't reach my friend since last night because I was not around for a few days. When someone back home finally helped me reach
Jessica felt those words all the way to her bone. She didn't know why it hurt so much, maybe because she was truly useless and was just trying to hide from the reality herself. Cara was the easiest target for her, she had always been. Back then, she was lonely with no one to stand up for her. She could take whatever from her and say whatever to her without anybody to take her back. But things were different now. On either side of Cara stood a line of people who were ready to put their lives on the line for her sake if they ever needed to. She didn't know why Cara was so nice to her. It was so annoying. She wasn't a martyr. Why would she pay the bills, order the operations, and still look out for her? Why would she care from the start? She was too soft. It was too annoying. But maybe Cara wasn't the same anymore. She wasn't the soft pushover she used to be. Now, she was just someone with a good heart, who sometimes let people take advantage of it, but knew when to stand her gro
Cara flipped the page of the magazine leisurely, almost like she had all the time in the world. She nodded every once in a while when she noticed a dress or shoe or bag she liked. It was a fashion magazine. She had been saving it for the day when she didn't have anything to do. She felt like there was no better time than this. She sat in the kitchen with a glass of juice in her hand that she sipped from every now and then. Romeo on the other hand was seated in the living room, casually scrolling through his phone. Jessica was losing her mind. "What is wrong with the both of them?! Huh? Forget Cara, Isn't he the one in charge now? Why is he just sitting here when we should be ready to do our plan?" Andrew casted her a glance and shrugged his shoulders. No one said a word to her. She didn't know who to turn to when all of them kept turning her away. "My friend is dying! My son might die too! And no one is going to do anything about it?" She demanded angrily. "How is it any of o
Cara immediately wished she hadn't put the phone on speaker. But there was no going back now. She felt tears burning behind her eyes. “And the child?” “The child is alive and awake, receiving constant care from nurses. But the cut runs deep, it's sure to leave a scar.”“How deep?” Cara's voice trembled now. “A gash along her little arm. All the freaking way. Thankfully, she didn't lose too much blood. It was like the motherfucker meant to cut her open– sorry for swearing.” “You don't have to be.” Cara tried to remain calm. “Thank you for the report, call me if anything else happens.” “Unfortunately, ma'am, I can't.” He suddenly said. Everyone stared at the phone. “What do you mean you can't?” Cara asked him. “After speaking with Mr Armani this morning, he told me to send updates directly to him only from now on, no exceptions.” Cara's eyes widened. “What?” “Yes ma'am.” He responded calmly. “No! You have to report to me! I chose you for this job by myself. I entrusted this t
As she had all of their attention in the grasp of her hand, she took out her phone and played a recording. Murmurs immediately filled the hall at what they heard. It was none other than Sarah Knowles, begging Jessica not to let her secret be known that Chris was not the son of his father and that
Micheal was silent for quite some time, the words played around in his mind and refused to stop. Meanwhile Jessica stood there, satisfied, watching all the emotions play out on his face. Just what she wanted to see. She hit him playfully on the arm, "what are you thinking about so seriously?" She
Cara stared at her phone, beyond confused. Who could ever do such a thing to her? Why would someone write something so disturbingly annoying about her? What even made her more disheartened more was that it all sounded so true. Whoever wrote it fixed the pieces where they were not built for but mad
"Cara Smith, once Cara Knowles, now planning to become Cara Armani. What kind of woman is she? A gold digging b*tch!"Cara Smith grew up in a struggling family whose only asset was a company that could crumble at any moment. The Smith family could not carry their own bills, talk less of paying thei







