Mag-log inThe car slowed and rolled to a stop in front of the house gate. Roman cut the engine abruptly and stepped out, the tension in his body still coiled tight.Ava watched him from the passenger seat, confused, as he walked around the car and opened her door. He held out his hand to her. “Come on. Get down.”She stared at his hand instead of taking it. “Roman… what are you doing?”He frowned slightly, as if her question didn’t make sense. “We’re home. You need to go inside. I have somewhere I need to go.”Ava’s lips parted in disbelief. Slowly, she pulled her hand back and shut the door. The soft thud echoed louder than it should have.Roman straightened, then caught her eyes in the side mirror. For a moment, he just stood there, frustration flickering across his face. He opened the door again, lowering his voice. “Baby, please. Go inside. I don’t want you getting hurt.”Ava shook her head. “No.”“Ava—”“No,” she repeated firmly. “You haven’t told me anything. You drag me out of the statio
Ava folded her hands neatly on the table and lifted her chin.“You said you wanted to question me,” she said calmly. “What exactly do you want to ask?”The two detectives exchanged a brief glance before one of them—Detective Harris—took the lead. He opened a thin file and slid it closer to himself.“Mrs. King,” he began, “earlier today, a woman entered your foundation claiming that you were responsible for the death of her son. She alleges that your organization transported her and her child to an undisclosed location under the promise of medical assistance.”Ava’s brows drew together. “That is completely false.”Harris nodded, as if he had expected that answer. “According to her statement, the child began experiencing seizures. She claims she requested that he be left alone, and that shortly after, he passed away.”Before Ava could respond, Daniel Whitmore leaned forward.“For the record,” he said smoothly, “my client categorically denies these claims. There is no documentation, medi
The door burst open so suddenly that Ava flinched.“Where is she?” Roman’s voice thundered through the room.Before anyone could react, Ava was already on her feet. The cuffs on her wrists clinked softly as she ran toward him, tears spilling down her cheeks. Roman caught her immediately, pulling her into his chest without hesitation. He wrapped his arms around her carefully, mindful of the restraints, and kissed her forehead over and over again.“I’m here,” he whispered fiercely. “I’ve got you. I’m getting you out of here right now.”Ava clutched his suit jacket, her voice shaking. “Roman…”He pulled back just enough to look at her face, his jaw tight with anger and fear. Then he turned slowly to face the detectives, his expression darkening.“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded. “Release my wife immediately.”One of the detectives stood up calmly, raising a hand slightly. “Mr. King, I understand you’re upset, but this is not how the process works. Your wife is here for question
Ava inhaled sharply and straightened her shoulders.“Security,” she said firmly, lifting her hand. “Please take care of this. Get her out of here. If she needs medical attention, take her to the hospital. She’s clearly not well.”Two security officers stepped forward immediately.Before they could touch her, the woman jerked away and began shouting again, her voice cracking with raw grief.“You took us there!” she screamed, pointing at Ava with trembling fingers. “You took me and my sick son to that place. You promised help. You said he would be safe!”Ava’s brows knit together in shock.“My son had seizures,” the woman continued, tears streaming freely now. “I begged them to let me take him away when he started convulsing. They told me to wait. They said he would feel better. And now he’s dead!”The room felt like it tilted.Ava stood frozen for a moment, her heart pounding. None of what the woman was saying made sense. None of it had ever happened under her foundation’s watch.“That
Roman was seated behind his desk in his corner office, reviewing emails on his tablet while his personal assistant stood a few steps away with a notepad in hand.“Cancel my lunch with the Westbrook partners,” Roman said, without looking up. “Push it to next week. And remind finance that I want the revised projections by Friday morning, not Friday evening.”“Yes, Mr. King,” his PA replied promptly, jotting it down. “Also, the legal team confirmed the documents you requested are ready for your signature.”“Good. Leave them on my desk.”Just as she finished speaking, the office door opened, and Ava walked in, carrying a neatly arranged wicker basket. Roman looked up instinctively—and his entire expression changed. The tension in his shoulders eased, and a wide smile spread across his face.“That will be all for now,” Roman said warmly. “You can take an early break.”His PA smiled knowingly. “Of course. Good afternoon, Mrs. King.”“Good afternoon,” Ava replied with a pleasant smile.Once
Roman’s eyes scanned the kitchen quickly, then landed on a wooden baseball bat resting against the side counter, probably left behind by the previous owners or the movers. He grabbed it without hesitation, gripping it firmly as his body slipped into full alert mode.He moved slowly, carefully, tiptoeing toward the staircase. Every step was measured. Every sound amplified. His heart pounded as he followed the direction of the noise, up the stairs and toward one of the closed doors at the end of the hallway.The footsteps came again—this time softer, almost hesitant.Roman raised the bat.He inhaled once, sharply, then pushed the door open in one swift motion, lifting the bat, ready to strike.And then he froze.Standing in the middle of the room was a dog.A large, fluffy brown-and-white dog stared back at him, ears alert, tail stiff. For a split second, both of them just stood there, equally startled.The dog barked loudly.Roman flinched, then immediately lowered the bat as realizati







