Mag-log inOne Year Later7:30 A.M. — Women's Correctional FacilityThe sound of the morning bell echoed through the prison.Aria opened her eyes.For a few seconds, she remained still.Then she slowly sat up.One year.It had been one year since the courtroom.One year since the judge had looked at her and sentenced her to five years in prison.One year since she had watched the handcuffs close around her wrists.One year since she had walked away from the life she once knew.Aria looked around the small cell.By now, she knew every corner of it.The narrow bed.The small window.The cold walls.The silence that came after the lights went out at night.In the beginning, she had hated all of it.She had hated waking up there.She had hated the uniforms.The rules.The locked doors.The constant reminder that she couldn't simply walk away.For the first few months, she had counted the days.Then the weeks.Then the months.Eventually, she stopped counting.Not because she had forgotten how long s
One Year Later7:30 A.M. — Women's Correctional FacilityThe sound of the morning bell echoed through the prison.Aria opened her eyes.For a few seconds, she remained still.Then she slowly sat up.One year.It had been one year since the courtroom.One year since the judge had looked at her and sentenced her to five years in prison.One year since she had watched the handcuffs close around her wrists.One year since she had walked away from the life she once knew.Aria looked around the small cell.By now, she knew every corner of it.The narrow bed.The small window.The cold walls.The silence that came after the lights went out at night.In the beginning, she had hated all of it.She had hated waking up there.She had hated the uniforms.The rules.The locked doors.The constant reminder that she couldn't simply walk away.For the first few months, she had counted the days.Then the weeks.Then the months.Eventually, she stopped counting.Not because she had forgotten how long s
One Year Later7:30 A.M. — Women's Correctional FacilityThe sound of the morning bell echoed through the prison.Aria opened her eyes.For a few seconds, she remained still.Then she slowly sat up.One year.It had been one year since the courtroom.One year since the judge had looked at her and sentenced her to five years in prison.One year since she had watched the handcuffs close around her wrists.One year since she had walked away from the life she once knew.Aria looked around the small cell.By now, she knew every corner of it.The narrow bed.The small window.The cold walls.The silence that came after the lights went out at night.In the beginning, she had hated all of it.She had hated waking up there.She had hated the uniforms.The rules.The locked doors.The constant reminder that she couldn't simply walk away.For the first few months, she had counted the days.Then the weeks.Then the months.Eventually, she stopped counting.Not because she had forgotten how long s
5:40 P.M. — Cross MansionThe Cross Mansion was unusually quiet when Grandma Eleanor returned home.For the first time in a long while, there was no sound of conversation coming from the living room.No staff moving about.No music playing softly in the background.Only silence.Eleanor slowly stepped inside.She had barely taken a few steps when she noticed Damian sitting alone in the living room.He was seated on one of the sofas, his tie loosened and the top buttons of his shirt undone.A glass rested in his hand.A bottle of liquor sat on the table in front of him.Grandma Eleanor stopped.Her heart tightened.Damian wasn't drunk.Not yet.But she could tell he was trying to become numb.He lifted the glass and took another drink without looking in her direction.Eleanor stood there for several seconds before walking toward him.She placed her handbag on the table and slowly sat down across from him.“Damian.”He didn't respond.His eyes remained fixed on the glass in his hand.“D
1:30 P.M. — High CourtLucas Walter sat at the defendant's table, his hands locked together.For most of the day, he had watched Aria's case unfold.Now, the attention had shifted to him.And unlike Aria, Lucas had spent years believing he could always find a way out.A loophole.A lie.Someone else to blame.Today, there was nowhere left to hide.The judge opened the final case file.“Mr. Lucas Walter, please stand.”Lucas rose slowly.His lawyer stood beside him.Across the courtroom, Aria watched quietly.Lucas refused to look at her.The judge adjusted his glasses.“This court has reviewed the evidence presented concerning your involvement in the criminal conspiracy with Aria Carter, the fraudulent establishment and operation of AC Holdings, the manipulation of financial records, and the deliberate financial attack against Cross Empire.”Lucas's jaw tightened.The judge continued.“The court has also reviewed your recorded confession and the evidence surrounding the kidnapping and
11:45 A.M. — High CourtThe courtroom remained tense.But the prosecution wasn't finished.The prosecutor rose slowly from his seat.“Your Honour, the prosecution would like to call Damian Cross.”The courtroom immediately became quiet.Aria's breath caught.Her eyes moved instinctively toward Damian.He was seated several rows away.For most of the morning, he had remained silent.Aria had told herself that she didn't expect anything from him.But the moment his name was called, her heart began to pound.The prosecutor looked toward him.“Mr. Cross, please take the witness stand.”Damian remained still.For several seconds, nobody moved.Grandma Eleanor glanced toward him.Damian slowly stood.Aria's fingers tightened together.Damian looked at the judge.“Your Honour.”The judge lifted his eyes.“Yes, Mr. Cross?”Damian's expression remained controlled.But there was exhaustion behind his eyes.“I won't be testifying.”A murmur moved through the courtroom.Aria's heart sank.The pro
London nights had a way of looking expensive lights reflecting on wet roads, black cabs rushing by, and the kind of cold wind that made secrets feel sharper.Selene dragged her suitcase into the luxury penthouse and barely had time to breathe before strong arms wrapped around her from behind.“Baby
Damian was reviewing documents in his office, pen tapping lightly on the table, when the door opened.“Sir, you have a visitor,” his secretary announced.Before Damian could ask who, a familiar voice boomed:“Oh men!”Damian’s head snapped up and his eyes widened.There he was.Max Bennett.His chi
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







