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Ethan, Eliot, and Harlene dialed everyone they knew to look for Sherah and there was one common question all the investigators asked. *When did you last see her?*Ethan, the last person she was with, was advised to check all the camera footage in and around the Farwell Villa so that the private investigator could create a timeline of her movements.Ethan agreed and hurriedly dialed the villa's guard to ask him to look at the camera. To his utmost dismay, the cameras were turned off that night for system maintenance. "I'm sorry, Sir. We don't have any footage for the last 24 hours." The guard uttered.Ethan disconnected the call without responding, “Shit!” he yelled in annoyance.Harlene and Eliot glance at each other, unsure how to deal with Ethan. They are uncertain what is safe to say around him, as the couple knows Sherah has been keeping her distance from him. Despite that, the couple could clearly see that Ethan’s concern for Sherah was genuine, and her disappearance without say
Ethan hurriedly drove back home. Planning to talk to his neighbors and ask them if their cameras caught something, anything that might show when Sherah had left and where she headed. As he enters the Farwell Villa, he notices one of his neighbor's cameras is pointed directly to his driveway.He parked his car at the roadside and walked to the villa across the street. It was his first time speaking to any neighbor—the Morrisons are an elderly couple whom Sherah has always envied. Despite being in their 80s, they act like a newly married couple—constantly walking hand in hand and staying close to one another.Ethan vividly remembered Sherah saying, “I hope we grow old like them.”He used to laugh it out as he couldn’t imagine growing old with Sherah, but now… All he could think of was her… A happy beautiful married life with kids, and he could no longer envision a life without her. He pressed the doorbell and soon the voice of an old woman echoed in the intercom.“How can I help you de
In the Farwell Villa…Ethan sat on his bed and stroked the side of the mattress where Sherah had slept—her warmth was long gone.“Where are you?” He mumbled in desperation as he lay on the bed and started sniffing the sheets, taking all the scent she had left. “Come back to me.” He added pleadingly.Shortly, a knocking sound pulled him out of his thoughts.“It’s open,” he yelled.Sebastian entered and hurriedly mentioned, “Sir, Miss Hawke is in the living room waiting for you. She brought cake and wine because you skipped celebrating your birthday properly,” he explained enthusiastically. Ethan stared at him with indifference. Sebastian took it as a sign to continue speaking. “Isn’t Miss Hawke thoughtful? After what had happened at the party and the mocking criticism she received from the local press, she came here to continue the celebration,” he added.“Tell her to leave,” Ethan uttered in a cold, indifferent tone. Sebastian's eyes widen in surprise. “W... Why?” he asks.Ethan lif
In the cabin…Sherah lay naked and badly beaten on the mattress, her limbs tightly bound to the bedframe.The rope marks on her skin are visible—bleeding, bruised, sticking on her flesh as if they were part of her. She can’t remember when they stopped violating her or when they moved her from the living room to the bed, as she had mentally shut down after they forcefully and painfully took her baby out of her and until now, she couldn’t believe what had happened. She wishes it was all a dream, but as she stares at the table across the room the mocking reality is haunting, vile, and straight up from a psychopath's playbook.A jar sat nearby, her unborn child suspended in the murky water, floating as if it were nothing more than a rotten potato.The vision of the simple life she has in her mind is completely destroyed. Her child is gone and she will die soon. "At least in death we'll be together," she mumbled under her breath.She can't help but curse the situation she's in. She's goin
Later that day...Sophia smirked as she stared at the photo Roy sent. “This is what you get for existing,” she says as she parks her car and enters the Hawke Residence.“Back already,” Rebecca muttered warmly with open arms.Sophia rolled her eyes and breathed deeply. “Ethan doesn’t want to see me," she explained in exasperation.Rebecca can sense her annoyance, but there’s more to it. There were no tantrums and it made Rebecca feel weird. She glanced at her daughter with bewilderment and Sophia gave her mother an eerie smile.Then she showed her the photo Roy had photographed for her. “Money well spent," she said mockingly. “Oh my god,” Rebecca uttered in disgust. “Is she…”“Yes… Alive.” Sophia confirmed proudly, “No anesthesia when they remove the baby.” Rebecca glanced away and then smirked while crossing her arms. “You need to delete that. If someone sees it—”“See what?” Silas asks while walking down the stairwell. There are still bruises on his lip and forehead.“Sherah,” Sop
Brooke drove Ethan to the Farwell Villa, even though the latter had specifically asked to be dropped off at Farwell Group.He could see the desperation in Ethan’s eyes—the bottled-up frustration, the stress, the torment etched into every movement.Finally, Brooke spoke. “I know I’m a nobody to tell you this, but as someone who knew your parents... I don’t want to see you like this. You need to rest,” he urged. “Surround yourself with friends.” It was Brooke’s way of bracing Ethan for what was coming.“I’ll handle everything from here. I know how to deal with the police—I understand their protocol and process,” he added confidently.But Ethan couldn’t let it go.“It’s NOT her...” he said, letting the words hang in the air like a lifeline he refused to cut.Brooke ignored the comment. “I heard from my sources that Noel had arrived in Newark with Sherah’s belongings. We’ll know more tomorrow.”Ethan turned toward him again.“It’s NOT her,” he repeated—this time not just a statement, but a
The sound of a phone notification resonates in the quiet sterile of the hospital's private ward. *$150k received from an unknown sender.* Transaction message: “May we never meet again.”The mystery woman sneered at the message, “For $150k those scums of the Earth violated her.” She muttered as she turned off the phone and handed it to her son.“Should we go to the police, Mother?” he asks, placing the phone in his pocket.The woman laughs, “Police? For what? Our retribution does not involve the use of the law.” She stops walking and turns to him, “You must remember, Nathan, violence is short-lived. Pain fades away, bruises heal, and the law will take time. Time in prison is too nice for a payback. Revenge should be permanent, and for that, we need patience.” Nathan lowered his head, “How sure are you she’ll survive? And by some miracle that she does, how certain are you she’ll help us against our common enemies?” he asked.“Because they broke her… There’s nothing else keeping her al
In Newark Police Department.Detective Scott ushered Ethan inside the interrogation room. The detective left him alone as another set of new evidence was sent to him by the crime lab.Meanwhile, Ethan quietly sat in a metal chair in front of a wooden table in a dimly lit room. The two-way mirror on his left side. The situation brought back memories of when he let Sherah spend the night in NYPD–the difference he’s on the other side and Sherah is not watching him through the two-way mirror. But he actually wishes she had been there laughing at him with her over-the-top cackles. The sound of footsteps shattered his thoughts.Shortly, Detective Amadeus Scott pushed open the door, breaking the eerie silence in the room. He needed to interrogate Ethan before his lawyer arrived, and with the evidence with him, he knew he could break the cold, aloof CEO of New York.“Apologies for the wait, Mr. Farwell. The DNA results of the victim just arrived at my desk," he says as he walks towards the
Weeks had passed since Fallon’s descent into chaos.With Madam Kingsley’s harsh method, Fallon picked up the shattered pieces of herself the way she always does, quietly, methodically.The change was slow, suffocating, and silent.Her thoughts had been trapped in a web of nightmares, haunting memories, and flickers of guilt she no longer knew how to name. But that phase is over now. Her silence had ended.Today is a new day for a new plan.She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, dressed in black with an elegance and grace that conveys sophistication. Her eyes no longer looked hollow, they looked focused. Ruthless. The bruise on her lip had faded, but the lesson had not. Nathan hadn’t spoken of it again, nor had she. Some things didn’t need repeating.Fallon applied her lipstick slowly. A blood-red shade that suited her new resolve. Then she lit a cigarette, a habit she adopted while picking up her shattered self.She then walked toward the room at the end of the hallway where
As days passed, Fallon began to lose her spark—the fire that kept her going started to dwindle.She started returning to her past self and longing for her husband and friends. Her actions left Nathan no option but to tell his mother about it. INSIDE Fallon's room...The curtains remained half-drawn. The once-bright space was now dulled by shadows, the light from outside filtered and gray.Fallon sat at the edge of the bed, still in the clothes she wore yesterday, her gaze unfocused as she stared at nothing in particular.The spark that once made Fallon dangerous, driven, unpredictable—it had thinned. Dimmed. Her posture slumped more with each passing day, the steel in her eyes softening into sorrow.She’d stopped bothering with the little rituals—her coffee grew cold in untouched cups. No more carefully planned vengeance. No more late-night whispers with Nathan about their schemes.MEANWHILE…In Nathan’s home office…Nathan stood by the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a drink with
Fallon sleeps restlessly on the bed, her limbs twitching, her breath shallow. Sweat beads on her forehead.She’s having a dream, or more to say, a nightmare. She is seated across from Ethan at an elegant table. He’s in a tailored suit, polished and charming—too charming. He’s smiling at her, but there’s something hollow behind his eyes.She reaches for his hand, but he retracts it.Ethan smiled faintly, “You knew this wasn’t real, right?” He pointed out.Fallon frowns—the lighting shifts, flickering like a faulty bulb. The surroundings distort—wine glasses melt like wax, and chandeliers bend unnaturally.“What are you talking about?” She asked, her voice cracking with every word. “You were just a distraction. A placeholder… until I didn’t need you anymore,” he explains, grinning. "Because she's back."He stands and walks away.At the far end of the restaurant, Sophia appears, her hand laced tightly with his. They kiss passionately. Fallon staggers backward, knocking over her wine gl
Ethan’s hands are clenched. His nose flared in irritation as he walked back to his office.He was just about to dismiss the earlier incident as nothing more than a coincidence, but Nathan’s words irritated him so much that there was a part of him wishing that Nathan was the person behind it, so he'd have a reason to punish him. He angrily and mindlessly strode the hallway to his office when he bumped into Sophia, who was holding documents for him to sign. She followed him into his office, watching intently as he reviewed the papers. She admired his calm focus, the way his fingers moved across the text. He noticed her staring and looked up. She blushed. He smiled faintly.By the time he finished, it was lunchtime. Sophia invited him to eat, and he agreed—but suggested they order takeout and eat in the conference room.They found Nathan, Oliver, the head of the finance department, and his secretary, Analise, already eating inside.Nathan waved and gestured to them. “Lovebirds! Come si
Noel was busy photocopying important documents for the afternoon meeting when he heard Nathan's voice nearby, speaking in hushed tones on the phone to a woman.Fallon and Nathan were talking about their plans for tomorrow when Nathan felt someone’s presence near him. His eyes sharpened, and his movements became cautious."I’ve been so stressed lately. Can you come visit me here? I want to be with you every second of every day," he says playfully, abruptly changing the topic.Fallon laughs. She understood the sudden change in Nathan’s tone meant someone was nearby. “You’re disgusting.” She replied. Noel couldn’t hear the woman’s response, but Nathan’s tone was unmistakably affectionate."I know, I know… But what can I do? I miss you so much," Nathan said louder than necessary, just enough for Noel to hear. He knew Noel would tell Ethan everything he did.He was slowly planting whispers about Fallon. Each mention was deliberate, woven gently into conversation, like a memory everyone
It was Nathan’s first day as the official Chief Legal Officer (CLO). He arrived early, arms full of carefully packed boxes, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement and purpose. As he stepped out of the elevator and crossed the marble floor toward his office, every head turned.Whispers stirred the air behind him like a rising storm.The female staff, in particular, exchanged curious, admiring glances and whispered about the tall, blonde stranger. Their excitement crumbled quickly when someone muttered the news that he was married and off-limits. Disappointment spread like a wildfire.Nathan didn’t care. Attention was nice—it fed his ego—but today, he had greater ambition.He intended to honor Grandma’s faith in him, slowly sink his roots deeper into the Farwell Group, and gradually lead it to its end. He was arranging the last few frames on his desk when Noel knocked and entered, carrying a small black box."A welcome gift," Noel said with a polite smile, setting down a bottle of deep
SOMEWHERE in New York…A Delta Tech employee’s hand trembled slightly as he dialed the number, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one was watching. His voice was low and hushed, as if speaking too loudly might make the darkness of the room swallow him whole."We’ve done what you asked. I expect the other half of the payment—"Before he could finish the sentence, a sharp ping sliced through the silence, the sound so sudden it almost felt like a warning. His eyes snapped to his phone, and a chill ran down his spine as he saw the notification:100 million dollars deposited into Delta Tech.A grin spread across his face, slick and dangerous. "Pleasure doing business with you, Madam," he muttered, the words laced with satisfaction.Without any response from the other side, the call ended with a cold finality, the line going dead. The man’s grip tightened on the phone, the weight of what had just transpired settling deep in his bones.He lingered in the silence for a moment, the quiet
“So why the eyes?” Nathan asked, pouring deep red wine into Fallon’s glass, the bottle tilting casually. It was a small, private celebration of their quiet triumph.Fallon’s smile was unsettling as she twirled the glass, inhaling the rich scent of the wine. Her voice was low, almost tender in its malice.“Because I hated how he looked at me that day... in that filthy alleyway.” She stared into the swirling liquid as if she could see the memory reflected there.“I begged. I reached out my hand for help... and all he did was stare at me, disgusted. Those judgmental, arrogant green eyes looked at me like I was filth. Like my existence wasn’t worth the dirt under his shoes. Now...” she raised her glass slightly, as if in a dark toast, “those eyes are nothing more than trophies. And Sebastian? He's nothing but a discarded footnote in this narrative.”She took a slow sip, letting the bitterness sit on her tongue, savoring it.“You know...” she continued, her voice softening, “it’s not easy
NATHAN entered their Manhattan home, a three-bedroom, two-bathroom bungalow with a study and a garage that could hold three cars. The house stood behind tall, secure gates.He whistled triumphantly, savoring the memory of Ethan’s face as he delivered the hard truth and walked away."You sound extremely happy today. Care to share what happened at dinner with the Farwells?" Fallon's voice floated from another room.Nathan stopped whistling and tossed his keys onto the console table by the door. He didn’t bother turning on the lights as he made his way to the living room, his shoes clicking softly against the polished wood floors.Silence stretched between them.Fallon, sensing something was off, stepped out cautiously, gripping a baseball bat in her hands — just in case.But instead of an intruder, she was greeted by Nathan’s low, rumbling laughter.With a flick of the switch, warm light flooded the room, revealing Nathan sprawled lazily on the sofa — his mouth swollen and bruised, a mis