Masuk2:15 P.M. — Police Headquarters, Detention RoomAria sat quietly on the edge of the bed.The hours had moved slowly.She had spent most of the morning thinking about her mother.About everything she had lost.About everything Richard had taken from Clara.And about the court hearing she would soon have to face herself.A knock sounded at the door.Aria looked up.The female officer entered.“Aria, you have a visitor.”Aria frowned.“Who?”“Ethan Cole.”Her expression changed immediately.“Ethan?”The officer nodded.“He's waiting for you.”Aria stood and followed her.2:20 P.M. — Police Headquarters, Visiting RoomEthan was already seated when Aria entered.He stood immediately.Aria sat across from him.For a few seconds, Ethan simply looked at her.She looked nervous.“What happened?” Aria finally asked.Ethan pulled out a chair.“Sit.”“I am sitting.”He smiled faintly.“I have news.”Aria's heart began beating faster.“About my mother?”Ethan nodded.“Yes.”Aria's fingers tightene
9:00 A.M. — High CourtThe courtroom was packed.Reporters filled the back rows, their cameras ready.The case had attracted public attention for weeks, but today was different.Today, Richard Carter would finally hear his fate.Aria wasn't there.She remained in police custody, waiting for her own court proceedings.But the people connected to Clara were present.Ethan Cole sat at the prosecution table, his files arranged neatly in front of him.Across the courtroom sat Richard.For the first time in years, he looked like a man who had finally run out of places to hide.His lawyer leaned toward him.“Mr. Carter, remain calm.”Richard said nothing.His eyes remained fixed on the judge.Ethan stood when the judge entered.“Everyone rise.”The courtroom fell silent.The judge took his seat.“Be seated.”Everyone sat.The judge looked down at the documents before him.“Mr. Richard Carter, this court has reviewed the evidence presented in the case concerning the death of Clara Lawrence, t
10:30 A.M. — Police Headquarters, Detention RoomAria sat quietly on the edge of the bed.The room was silent.For the first time in days, her thoughts weren't centered entirely on Damian.She still thought about him.She couldn't stop.But she was beginning to understand that there were things in her life that existed beyond the man she had lost.A soft knock came at the door.Aria looked up.The female officer entered.“Aria, you have a visitor.”“Who?”“Ethan Cole.”Aria immediately stood.“Ethan?”The officer nodded.“He's waiting in the visiting room.”Aria followed her.10:40 A.M. — Police Headquarters, Visiting RoomEthan stood when Aria entered.His expression softened when he saw her.Aria sat across from him.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Ethan studied her face.“You look tired.”“I am.”He nodded.“How are you holding up?”Aria gave a faint smile.“I'm trying.”“That's all you can do right now.”Aria lowered her eyes.“Why did you come?”“I wanted to update you.”“Ab
8:40 A.M. — Abandoned Warehouse, East DistrictThe warehouse stood at the far end of an industrial road, surrounded by abandoned buildings and overgrown weeds.It was the kind of place people passed without looking twice.But this morning, several police vehicles were parked around it.Inspector Andrew stepped out of one of the vehicles.He looked toward the warehouse.“We have confirmation he's inside?”“Yes, Inspector.”One of the officers checked his phone.“His vehicle was spotted here early this morning.”Andrew nodded.“Surround the building.”The officers moved into position.Andrew walked toward the entrance with two officers behind him.“Remember, we need him alive.”“Yes, Inspector.”Inside the warehouse, Lucas sat on an old wooden chair.A small bag rested beside him.He had barely slept.For two days, he had been moving from place to place, changing locations and avoiding everyone he knew.But he had made one mistake.He had turned on his phone.Just long enough to check t
10:15 A.M. — Police Headquarters, Detention RoomThe room was quiet.Aria sat on the edge of the narrow bed, staring at the floor.She hadn't slept properly since her arrest.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the same things.The bridge.Vivienne falling.The hospital.Damian's face when he heard her confession.The disappointment in his eyes.And the words she could never take back.She had heard the news.She knew what people were saying about her.Evil.Psychopath.Monster.Heartless.At first, the words had hurt.Now she barely reacted to them.Because somewhere inside, she knew she had given people enough reasons to hate her.The sound of footsteps approached.Aria lifted her head.The door opened.A female officer stepped inside.“Aria, you have a visitor.”Aria frowned.“Who?”The officer stepped aside.And then Aria saw her.“Grandma…”Eleanor stood at the doorway.For a moment, neither of them moved.Aria's lips began to tremble.Then the tears came.She covered her fac
8:00 A.M. — Cross MansionThe house was unusually quiet.Too quiet for a wedding day.There were no wedding planners rushing through the halls.No decorators carrying flowers.No makeup artists preparing the bride.No music.No laughter.No excited relatives arriving at the mansion.The wedding that had taken months to plan...wasn't happening.Grandma Eleanor sat quietly in the living room, staring at the untouched wedding invitation on the table.The date was today.The date they had all been waiting for.But the bride was sitting in a police cell.Eleanor sighed.She picked up the invitation.Damian Cross & Aria Carter.Her fingers tightened around the card.She slowly placed it back down.Upstairs, Damian stood in front of his bedroom window.He hadn't slept properly in two days.His suit was still hanging inside his wardrobe.The black tuxedo he had planned to wear today.The watch Aria had once helped him choose.The shoes he had bought specifically for the ceremony.Everything
The next morning.Lucas Walter’s private office.The room smelled faintly of espresso and leather. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, sunlight spilling in, but the mood inside was anything but bright.Lucas stood by the window, arms crossed.Daniel Pete sat casually on the edge of the de
6:00 PM. St. Nicholas Hospital.The sun was setting, casting long, bruised shadows across the hospital room.Aria walked down the hallway, her heels clicking softly on the linoleum. She had changed out of her boardroom attire into a soft, cream-colored cardigan and jeans—the costume of the concerne
9:30 AM. St. Nicholas Hospital.Aria walked into the fourth-floor wing with purpose. She was dressed for battle in a blood-red blazer and wide-leg trousers, her hair slicked back into a flawless, severe ponytail.She reached the nurses' station, ready to breezily sign in and march to Room 4.But as
2:15 PM. St. Nicholas Hospital, ICU.The rhythmic whoosh-click of the ventilator was the only sound in the dimly lit room.Aria locked the door behind her with a soft click. She moved with the efficiency of an assassin, placing her Chanel purse on the chair and retrieving the vial of muscle relaxan







