MasukThe night was cool and quiet, with a soft breeze brushing against the trees outside Annabelle’s home. The stars above shone brightly, scattered like diamonds across the dark sky. Annabelle had just returned from a long day at the office. Her heels clicked lightly against the path as she walked toward her front door, humming softly to herself. She looked peaceful—calm in a way she hadn’t been in years. But as she lifted her eyes, her steps slowed.Someone was waiting for her.Fred stood at the end of the path, half-hidden in the shadows. His hands were in his pockets, and his shoulders were tense. When he saw her, he straightened, his face filled with something she hadn’t seen in a long time—pain mixed with hope.“Annabelle,” he said quietly, his voice almost breaking.Annabelle froze for a moment. She hadn’t seen him since the trial, since everything fell apart. Memories rushed through her—his betrayal, her anger, the lies. But she also remembered the laughter they once shared, the w
The morning sun filtered gently through the tall windows of Annabelle’s office. The city outside was already awake—cars moving, people hurrying—but inside her space, everything felt calm and steady. She liked it that way. Her desk was neatly arranged: a vase of white lilies, a stack of reports, and her favorite pen resting beside her planner. It was her little world, quiet and full of purpose.Annabelle had built a new routine—one that balanced work with peace. She worked hard during the day, meeting clients, reviewing projects, and checking on her teams. But when the sun went down, she made sure to leave it all behind. The woman who once carried the weight of every burden had learned how to breathe again.That morning, Clara entered with two cups of coffee. “Good morning, Annabelle,” she said cheerfully.“Good morning,” Annabelle replied, smiling as she took one of the cups. “You’re early today.”“I wanted to go over the partnership proposal before the meeting,” Clara said, taking a
The city skyline shimmered beneath the morning sun as Annabelle’s car pulled up in front of the tall glass building that once felt too heavy with memories. Her father’s company—now hers to lead. For a moment, she sat inside the car, watching the reflection of the world she was about to change. Then she took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and stepped out.The guard at the entrance smiled and greeted her respectfully. “Good morning, Miss Hayes.”“Good morning,” Annabelle replied with a calm smile, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she entered the grand lobby. The familiar scent of polished wood and coffee greeted her. Everything looked the same, yet everything felt different.She had come back not as a daughter protecting her father’s name, but as a woman ready to build something greater.Her father, Mr. Hayes, was waiting in his office upstairs. When she entered, he stood by the window, the morning light falling across his gray hair and gentle smile.“You look
The sea was calm that morning, its soft rhythm brushing against the shore like a gentle whisper. Annabelle stood barefoot on the sand, the cool water curling around her toes. The salty breeze lifted her hair, and for the first time in a long while, she breathed without pain.The villa she rented sat high on a small hill overlooking the ocean. It was simple—white walls, wooden floors, wide windows that welcomed the sun. Every corner of it felt peaceful, untouched by the noise of the world she had left behind.Each morning, she rose early, long before the sun had fully claimed the sky. She would wrap a shawl around her shoulders, step outside, and listen. The waves. The birds. The silence. It was the kind of quiet that didn’t ask anything of her, the kind that allowed her to just exist.Her first few days there were spent doing nothing at all. She ate when she was hungry, slept when she was tired, and watched the horizon until the sun melted into the sea. Sometimes, tears came without w
Annabelle sat on the edge of her bed, the morning light streaming through the half-open curtains. The trial was over. Justice had been served. Her father was free at last. She should have felt victorious, but instead, her heart felt heavy. The courtroom’s noise still echoed in her ears—voices rising, papers shuffling, the judge’s gavel striking like thunder. It was all behind her now, yet it still clung to her like a shadow.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, but she ignored it. For once, she wanted silence—no reporters, no calls, no pitying words. She needed air. Freedom. Peace.She stood and walked to the mirror. The woman who stared back didn’t look like the same Annabelle from months ago. The sparkle in her eyes had dimmed. Her smile had grown faint. Her once soft expression now held something cold, something distant. Victory had changed her, and not in the way she expected.She reached for her suitcase and began packing slowly. A light blue dress. A pair of sandals. Her journal
The courtroom was packed once again, but this time, the air was different. The fear that had once followed Annabelle like a shadow was gone. In its place stood a quiet strength. She had won her father’s freedom, but now came the next battle — the one that would strip Victoria Carson of everything she had built through deceit.Annabelle arrived early, dressed in a simple black suit. She didn’t wear jewelry, didn’t smile for the cameras. This wasn’t about fame or triumph; it was about justice. Her lawyer, Mr. Graham, walked beside her, his voice calm but steady. “Today we finished it,” he said.“I know,” Annabelle answered softly. “No mercy.”Inside, Victoria Carson sat at the defendant’s table. Her once-perfect posture was gone. Her hair, once styled with precision, was loosely tied back. The woman who had commanded boardrooms and manipulated empires now looked smaller, thinner, and pale. Even her expensive clothes couldn’t hide the tremor in her hands.Her lawyers whispered urgently







