FAZER LOGIN9:43 A.M. — Cross MansionAria stood in the kitchen, preparing a few snacks.The wedding was only days away, but for once, she wasn't thinking about flowers, dresses, or guests.She was simply trying to keep herself busy.She placed the last piece of fruit on a plate when suddenly—Bang!The sound of a car door closing echoed from outside.Aria paused.Then came another sound.Several footsteps.She frowned and looked toward the kitchen entrance.A few seconds later, one of the maids hurried inside.“Ma'am.”Aria turned.“What is it?”“There are some people outside.”“People?”“Yes, ma'am. They said they want to see you.”Aria wiped her hands with a kitchen towel.“Who are they?”“I don't know, ma'am. They look like officers.”Aria's expression changed slightly.“Officers?”The maid nodded.Aria looked toward the living room.“Let them in.”“Yes, ma'am.”The maid hurried away.Aria followed a few seconds later.The moment she stepped into the living room, she stopped.Several men dres
8:45 A.M. — High CourtThe second day of Richard Carter's trial began under even greater attention.By the time the courtroom doors opened, reporters were already waiting outside. Yesterday's proceedings had made headlines across the city, and everyone wanted to know what evidence the prosecution would present next.Richard was brought into the courtroom shortly before the judge arrived.He looked composed.At least on the outside.His lawyer leaned closer."Today may be more difficult."Richard adjusted his cuffs."I told you. They don't have enough to convict me."His lawyer didn't respond.Richard looked at him."What?""We'll see."Before Richard could answer, the judge entered."All rise."Everyone stood.Moments later, they took their seats.The prosecutor rose."Your Honour, the prosecution would like to call its next witness."The courtroom became quiet.A middle-aged man walked toward the witness stand.Richard watched him carefully.He didn't recognize him.The man took the
9:30 A.M. — High CourtThe courtroom was packed.Reporters filled the benches, their cameras pointed toward the entrance. Lawyers whispered among themselves while the judge sat quietly behind the bench, reviewing the thick file placed before him.Then the courtroom doors opened.Richard Carter was escorted inside.He was no longer the powerful businessman who once commanded an entire empire.He wore a simple dark suit, his wrists restrained.His face remained hard, but the confidence he once carried was gone.Elizabeth and Vivienne sat several rows behind him.The moment Vivienne saw her father, her eyes filled with tears."Dad..."Richard glanced toward them.For a brief second, his expression softened.Then he looked away."All rise."Everyone stood as the judge entered."Be seated."The courtroom settled into silence.The judge looked toward the prosecution."Counsel, you may proceed."The prosecutor stood."Your Honour, the defendant, Richard Carter, is facing multiple charges ari
8:30 A.M. — Carter MansionThe Carter Mansion no longer looked like home.Yellow government tape stretched across the main entrance, while several officials moved in and out of the property.The once-busy driveway was almost empty.No luxury cars.No servants.No security guards standing at the gate.Nothing.Just silence.Elizabeth stood by the window, staring at the government seal placed across the front door.Her fingers trembled.Richard had been arrested.Their accounts had been frozen.And now the mansion had been sealed.She still couldn't believe how quickly everything had collapsed.A few days ago, she had been the wife of Richard Carter.Now she wasn't even sure where she would sleep that night.Footsteps came from upstairs.Vivienne appeared with two suitcases in her hands."Mom."Elizabeth turned."Yes?""Where are we going?"Elizabeth looked at the suitcases.Then at her daughter."I don't know."Vivienne stared at her."What do you mean you don't know?""I mean we have
8:10 A.M. — Cross MansionMorning sunlight slipped through the curtains of the master bedroom.Aria slowly opened her eyes.For a few seconds, she remained still, staring at the ceiling.Then memories from the previous night came rushing back.Damian.The dinner.His arms around her.The way she had cried when she saw him walk through the front door.She suddenly sat up.Her heart squeezed.“Nothing happened to him…”She pressed both hands against her face.“God… He was alright.”A shaky laugh escaped her.All night, she had convinced herself that Damian was dead.She had imagined ambulances.Hospitals.Police.His lifeless body.And yet, he had come home perfectly fine.Aria lowered her hands.“Then what did Selene give me?”Her eyes fell on the nightstand.She could still remember the small plastic container Selene had forced into her hand.The white substance.The threat.Put it in Damian's food.Aria's stomach twisted.She had believed she was carrying poison.But if Damian was al
Aria sat on the edge of the bed in the master suite, phone clutched tightly in both hands. The soft glow of the bedside lamp was the only light in the room. Outside, the evening sky had already deepened into indigo.She had been waiting for hours.Waiting for a call. Waiting for any sign that Damian was all right.Her mind kept spinning the same terrible loop."Should I call Lucas and tell him I’ve completed the mission?" "No… no. Not yet." "I’m sure Damian has already been taken to the hospital." God, what have I done?The words slipped out under her breath again and again, a broken mantra. Her fingers trembled so badly she almost dropped the phone.Then it rang.The name on the screen made her pulse spike.""Ethan Cole.""She answered on the first ring.“Hello?”“Where have you been?” Aria’s voice came out sharper than she intended. “Your number hasn’t been going through. I’ve been trying—”“Mr. Richard has been monitoring my movements, dear,” Ethan replied, his tone low and
They clinked glasses again.The brandy burned warm and sweet down their throats, loosening shoulders… thoughts… and boundaries.Aria took a slow sip, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded.Damian leaned back on her bed, button pulled loose, his usually perfect posture unraveling inch by inch.Two glasses
In the evening, Damian returned from work, shoulders tight from the long day. He tossed his suit jacket across the couch and headed straight into his bathroom. As the hot water steamed up the glass, he stood under the shower, letting it run over his face, hoping it would wash off the stress.Halfwa
Aria got home exhausted , the kind of tired that sits deep in the bones. Her steps were slow as she entered through the garden walkway. Selene was there, lounging like a queen on a wicker chair, snacking on strawberries and scrolling through her phone. Her sunglasses were pushed up lazily, the pict
The sun had barely risen when the soft hum of packing filled Aria’s room. Grandma Eleanor stood by the bed, carefully folding her shawls into a small suitcase.“Grandma, I wish you’d stay a little longer,” Aria said quietly, her voice small, her eyes tired but warm.Eleanor turned and smiled, that







