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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
James drove the devastated Ethan back to Farwell Villa.“She’s… She’s pregnant… We’re about to have our child.” Ethan muttered. His voice was breaking and filled with grief. James remained silent and focused on driving. This was not because of his lack of sympathy but because of uncertainty. He had no idea what to say, as there was nothing he could say to make his friend feel better.“I should have listened to you and Allan. If…” He swallowed deeply and words seemed to elude him. “... If only… I stayed with her and stopped being stupid. We should be welcoming our first child.” He covered his mouth with his trembling, cold, sweating hands when he realized their last conversation, *Let's talk again tomorrow... There’s something I want to tell you too.*“She’s planning to tell me we're having a child,” he mumbled.“What did you say?” James asked curiously.“We spoke the night before she went missing. I told her I wanted her in my life and that I didn’t want a divorce. She told me there’s
The moment Detective Danville stepped foot in the Newark Police Department, Detective Scott hurriedly ushered her to the break room. She didn’t even have the time to sit or utter any pleasantries when Detective Scott asked. “What do you mean you don’t trust the Hawke family? ” His voice was too low as if he was telling a secret.She watched how he glanced around as if afraid that someone might overhear them.She finds it weird but brushes it off, “I mean they… The victim's stepmother, Rebecca, and the half-sister, Sophia… Their reactions seemed rehearsed.”Her statement caught his attention. He sat on the chair and then propped his hands on the table while gesturing to her to sit beside him. “Rehearsed, how? ”She breathes deeply as she recollects the weird conversation she had with them. “Too much whining and wailing far too few tears, and if there were, they look forced… And the father of the victim.” She pouted her lips. “He seemed genuinely distraught but… detached. It’s weird… T
Dahlia hurriedly returned to the living room. “Sir, Sebastian’s not in his room,” she announced.“He is not in the kitchen,” Johanna chimed in.Jon, who was breathing heavily, blurted out, “He is not in the garden either.” Ethan’s face contorted in rage, and he ran to Sebastian's room.Allan and James trailing behind him. Ethan rummages through the cabinets; most of his things are still inside, but his documents are gone.“He ran off. God knows where! ” Ethan clamored.James took out his phone. “I’m going to notify the police about this and make sure they’ll put out a BOLO for Sebastian,” he muttered in urgency. “Not good enough,” Ethan mumbled, then gestured to Allan, “You have connections with different news outlets. Put it on the news, and put a 1 million reward on whoever could find him.” He demanded.Allan nodded, and he too began dialing different numbers on his phone. Then Ethan decided to call Brooke for additional help. It's a hard reality to swallow, but he needs to get h
Days passed, and as Sophia expected, Sebastian dodged the police.Sophia smiled from ear to ear while staring at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the luxury boutique fitting area. “He didn’t even try to clear his name and accuse me of orchestrating everything,” she mumbled under her breath with a glimmer of satisfaction and pride while she happily tried on different expensive clothes.She was planning to purchase the most daring colorful dress she could find. Without a care in the world that her actions are inappropriate—but why would she care if she was the person who planned it? Now that the biggest obstacle is gone, she is scheming to win Ethan back, and she is going all out. As she got out of the fitting room, she tossed the clothes to the sales clerk stationed in the lounge.“I hate everything. The designs look outdated.” She snarled.The sales clerk nodded and hastily left to get a new set of wardrobes Sophia could try.While waiting, she sat in the lounge area
Somewhere in Canada…Nathan sat comfortably on the chair near the bedside, book in hand, and seemed bored out of his mind. His mother specifically ordered him to watch over Sherah and never leave her side. “And they live happily ever after…” he expressed in an unimpressed tone as he read the ending of Cinderella out loud and then closed the book forcefully.Aside from his voice and the buzzing and occasional beeping sound of the machine, everything is silent, and it's driving him insane. He bit his lower lip, “Might as well put me inside a mental ward.” He mumbled as he glanced around the sterile white room.He inched close to Sherah, who was in a coma. “Hey!” he whispered in her ear. “You already woke up days ago. Why did you sleep again?” he asks playfully. Beneath the thick bandages, he noticed her eyelashes fluttering. He smiled, “They say coma patients can hear.” He stated as he held her cold hand. “Let me tell you something… You need to wake up as soon as possible because if
The Farwell Villa living room was hushed, steeped in mourning. It began to rain as if the world was in sync with Ethan’s sorrow. Simple drizzle became something stronger as if the gods were in a rage. The wild wind howled forcefully, pushing the windows and doors to open. The servants hurriedly check every door and window in the villa, ensuring that the rainwater won’t damage anything. The wind kept whistling, almost drowning the mourner's sobs and small talks about how they met the deceased. Amid everything, Ethan remained seated near the urn. His face expressed grief, and the dark circles in his eyes showed that sleep had eluded him. Aside from that, there was something dangerous in his eyes—something that only a man who had lost everything could understand—a taste for blood. The urge to hunt down the people who did it. As Ethan’s thoughts flew somewhere else.Farwell Group employees, stakeholders, and investors arrived to give their condolences. Despite that, none of them wan
As the rain mellowed, the guests, one by one, left the villa.Grandma, exhausted from everything, talked to James and Allan to continue entertaining the guests who were still in the villa while she rested upstairs. The two men gladly agreed.Before Grandma left the living room, Eliot and Harlene stood up and spoke to bid her goodbye and once again give their condolences.Madam Farwell smiled at them. "Aren't you Anders Carlisle's son?" She asked curiously. Eliot nods. “And this is my fiancée, Harlene Campbell. We are Sherah's friends."“Really?” Madam Farwell expressed in disbelief, then smiled faintly, “I’m glad you could come. I never thought this day would come that Ethan would let a Carlisle inside his home.” She mumbled with exhaustion in her voice. Eliot bowed his head while Harlene gave a faint smile as they headed to the door when suddenly Dahlia ran towards them and handed Eliot a small paper bag. “The young master said this belongs to you.”He opened it and saw the gloves S
Fallon moved through her day like a ghost, efficient, poised, unreadable. By the time the sun dipped behind the cold New York skyline, she had locked herself inside Nathan’s private office, the room softly humming with surveillance feeds from Nathan's CLO office.She navigated through hours of recorded footage. Most of it was mundane: meetings, empty chairs, Nathan pacing during late calls. It was a safety measure, those hidden cameras, installed not to spy but to guard. Guard their secrets.Until something caught her eye.The timestamp was weeks old. The sound is grainy. The footage showed Ethan walking, tense, brisk, and demanding.“Two scoops of coffee, one scoop of cream, two scoops of sugar.”Fallon didn’t realize the words had left her mouth until they did.“Two scoops of coffee, one scoop of cream, two scoops of sugar…”She laughed softly.“You forgot to tell him the temperature.”Her voice dropped to a whisper.“It should be exactly 200 Fahrenheit, so the coffee will be stron
After the incident at the boutique, Sophia grew unexpectedly attached to Fallon.What began as gratitude slowly turned into dependency—an instinctive pull toward the calm, poised woman who had rescued her from her own spiraling fear. Fallon had barely said a word during that terrifying ordeal, yet her presence was steady, grounding. In the days that followed, Sophia clung to her like a shadow.She brought Fallon everywhere…To the mall, to wine tastings, and every last-minute errand involved in the exhausting orchestration of the Farwell-Hawke wedding. An event that doesn't even have a date yet.Fallon even accompanied her to pick out the centerpieces for the imagined reception tables, patiently sifting through color palettes and floral arrangements with a soft, distant smile.Oddly, not once did Ethan join them.Each time his absence was mentioned, Sophia would try to wave it off with a laugh or a shrug. But the shadow in her eyes always gave her away.Fallon didn’t mind.Not because
The classical music had long since stopped, but Sophia was far from recovered.Fallon and Nathan returned to the store, playing the role of concerned bystanders.Fallon’s performance was flawless—too flawless. She stepped into the fitting room, where Sophia sat half-naked in the corner, cowering, covering her ears, rocking herself back and forth.“I’m in a safe place.”“Safe place.”“I’m in a safe place.” She keeps repeating to herself like it is her mantra. “Are you okay, sister?” Fallon mumbled, pinching her elbow to suppress her laughter. “What happened? Let me help you.” Her voice was so sweet you could get diabetes.She then helps Sophia to put on her clothes. “Do you want me to call an ambulance or at least your parents?” Nathan asks through the hallway, his voice laced with concern, but his face is filled with amusement.“NO…”“NO… Don’t…” She yelled as she clung tightly to Fallon as if her life depended on her.Fallon held Sophia’s cold, trembling hand and began patting her
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