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Rebecca was kept under. The doctors called it a medically induced coma.But for Silas Hawke, it felt like penance.They said it was necessary to let her body rest, to give her time to heal, both inside and out.What they didn’t say… was that her silence was easier for them to bear than her screams.The video he’d received was horrific as it was, and had not prepared him for what he saw beneath the sterile white sheets.The real damage wasn’t just what the world saw on the Sky Bridge.It was what the monsters had left hidden inside her.Silas sat beside her hospital bed, elbows on his knees, Rebecca’s pale hand cradled in both of his like a fragile relic.The monitors beeped steadily in the background, each sound a cruel reminder that she was still alive… yet barely with him.His mind drifted back to the doctor’s words. Cold. Clinical. Devastating.~We found remnants of shattered glass inside her vaginal canal. Based on the jagged entry points and depth of injury, we suspect a beer bot
Like the pull of a merciless current, chaos dragged everything beneath the surface. No matter how hard Silas tried to silence the media and spin his way out of disaster, the fallout from Sophia’s catastrophic wedding and Rebecca’s sudden disappearance had already sent shockwaves through high society.The Hawke name—once spoken with envy—now dripped from lips laced with pity and contempt. They had become a cautionary tale, a dynasty collapsing in real time. Silas’s grand promises to investors—to double, even triple their profits—had curdled into lawsuits and betrayal. The threats he had once wielded like a sword against small businesses using the Farwell Group’s weight now cut back at him with savage precision.One after another, lawsuits flew in. From every direction.Each breach, every falsified deal, every coerced signature tied to Walton Unlimited is now exposed in the harsh, unrelenting light of public scrutiny.From the comfort of her estate, Madam Kingsley watched it all unfold.
IN HAWKE RESIDENCE...SOPHIA’S ROOM – NIGHTThe room is dimly lit. Clothes are strewn across the floor. Sophia sits on the bed in the same clothes she’s worn for days, her phone glued to her hand.CALLING: MOMAgain. And again.Straight to voicemail.Sophia whispering, her voice broken, paranoia taking in, "Come on, pick up... please, pick up…"Tears silently fall from her eyes.She holds the phone to her ear like it’s her lifeline, her last connection to reality.It rings. Then voicemail.She throws the phone on the bed, then grabs it again seconds later. Tries again.CALLING: MOMSilence. No answer.Just that same soul-shattering voicemail tone.She tried over and over again even though she knew what happened. She’s aware someone took her mother, and she knew too well that it was THE WOMAN. The woman with the Guy Fawkes masks. The woman who took everything away from her.Her career. Her beauty.Her chance to be a mother. All taken by that god awful, vile woman, who until now did
The moment Fallon and Nathan left the manor, Ethan hurriedly called Brooke not to check or locate Rebecca but to dig deeper into Fallon’s background.“Brooke,” Ethan muttered.“Working on it, boss. I’m checking all possible cameras that caught what happened—”“Change of plans. I need you to dig deeper into Fallon Kingsley.” Ethan cut him off.Brooke gasped, “The lawyer’s wife again? Why?” he questioned. Ethan stared out into the dark, “She said something tonight… something strange.”He replayed the words in his head.~I hope our baby looks like Nathan. If they look like me… then they won’t really look like me.~“What does that mean?” Ethan whispered to himself.His grip tightens around the phone.“Whatever you find, I want it on my desk by morning.” He demanded, then ended the call.Behind him, Madam Farwell stood by the sitting room archway, watching her grandson.“Ethan… are you sick? You’re not yourself.” She asked gently as she patted his back.Ethan turned slowly, his face blank
SLAP!The sound cracked through the manor like a whip, echoing off the cold walls and high ceilings.Ethan's head jerked to the side. His cheek flushed a deep red from the impact. He didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t react.He stood there, head bowed, taking it. “I… I deserved that.”Fallon stood frozen. Her palm still hovered in the air, trembling from the force.“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She uttered through gritted teeth. Her hatred is more to herself than to him, as she longs for that kiss but needs to be stronger. His eyes flickered in shame, “I know. I do apologize for my behavior, Mrs. Kingsley.”A long silence passed between them, interrupted only by the ticking of the grandfather clock.Fallon stormed off into the living room. Ethan stood behind her, chest tight. But then his phone buzzed.A message from Brooke.~The culprits are on the move.~Attached were a police photo and an encrypted file.Ethan’s breath caught.It shows CCTV footage of Rebecca being dragged out of
Madam Farwell sat in the living room, trying futilely to relax with a novel. Her fingers trembled slightly against the pages, her jaw tense. Ever since Ethan announced his wedding, a storm had brewed beneath her polished demeanor. To her, it wasn’t a celebration. It was a catastrophe in a white dress.Her fleeting sense of tranquility shattered when a maid tiptoed in and announced, “The young master is here, Madam.”Startled, Madam Farwell snapped her book shut. Her eyes narrowed. He better not have brought that woman with him. The sound of two sets of footsteps echoed down the hallway. She didn’t even wait to see who it was.“I told you not to bring that woman here!” she barked.Fallon froze mid-step. Her hand went to her chest instinctively, her breath catching. Confused, she glanced at Ethan. “What did I do?” she thought in silent panic.She turned, ready to walk away, but Ethan gently grabbed her wrist and leaned in, whispering, “She’s not talking about you.”Then louder, “Grandma