LOGINWENTWORTH CORRECTIONAL CENTRE – MEDICAL BLOCK – 9:10 AMThe prison hallway smelled like bleach, sweat, and old cigarettes.Amelia walked between two guards with her hands cuffed in front of her. Her stomach felt sick again. Every step made her dizzy.Women in nearby cells shouted at her as she passed."Hey, rich girl!""Heard you throwing up every five minutes!""Maybe prison food too fancy for the billionaire!"Laughter echoed down the hallway.Amelia kept her head down.One guard unlocked the medical block doors."Move."The doors buzzed open loudly.Inside, the prison clinic looked cold and depressing. White walls. Old chairs. Flickering lights.Several inmates sat waiting already.The moment Amelia walked in, heads turned immediately.A skinny woman with missing teeth smirked."Well damn. Look who's here."Another inmate laughed."The poison princess."Amelia quietly sat in the corner.Big Mama had wanted to come with her, but guards refused."No babysitters in medical," they said
GABRIELLA'S PENTHOUSE – LIVING ROOM – 10:15 PMGabriella stood by the large floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the sparkling New York skyline. She wore a deep red silk dress that hugged her body. A glass of expensive red wine rested in her hand. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile.Clara stood nervously a few feet away, still in her maid uniform, twisting her hands together."You did very well today," Gabriella said without turning around. "The way you cried on the stand… it was perfect. The judge believed every word."She turned and handed Clara a thick white envelope.Clara took it with shaking hands and opened it. Her eyes widened at the stack of hundred-dollar bills inside."This is… more than we agreed," Clara whispered.Gabriella smiled. "Consider it a bonus. You earned it. Thanks to you, Amelia is rotting in prison. And she's going to stay there for a very long time."Clara looked down at the money, then back at Gabriella. Her voice was shaky. "What happens now? If Am
VALENTINA’S APARTMENT – UPPER EAST SIDE – 7:45 PMValentina sat curled up on the couch in the dark living room. The only light came from a small lamp in the corner. She still wore the black sweater from court. Her eyes were swollen and red. She hadn’t eaten all day. The pain from losing her baby sat heavy in her chest like a stone.The doorbell rang.She didn’t want to answer it. But after the third ring, she stood up slowly and walked to the door. When she opened it, Katherina stood there holding white flowers and a box of Valentina’s favorite chocolates.Katherina gave a gentle smile. “I brought these for you. I know you’re still hurting badly.”Valentina stared at her for a long moment. Her face stayed cold. She stepped aside without speaking and let Katherina walk in.Katherina placed the flowers and chocolates on the coffee table. “How are you feeling today? You looked so pale and weak in court. I’ve been worried about you.”Valentina closed the door and locked it. She turne
WENTWORTH CORRECTIONAL CENTRE – CELL BLOCK C – 6:15 AMThe prison lights snapped on without warning, bright and cruel.“MOVE YOUR ASSES! BREAKFAST IN TWENTY!”A metal baton slammed hard against the bars, making the whole cell shake.Amelia jerked awake in panic, her heart pounding. She sat up fast on the thin, lumpy mattress. Her back hurt. Her neck felt stiff. She had barely slept because two women in the next cell spent half the night screaming and fighting.The orange prison jumpsuit felt rough and itchy against her skin. The smell in the air was awful sweat, bleach, dirty water, and old food.Across from her, Mouse was already awake, sitting on her bunk and shaking nervously like she always did.“I hate mornings here,” Mouse muttered, hugging her knees. “Somebody got stabbed over oatmeal last week. Just for taking an extra packet of sugar.”Big Mama climbed down slowly from the top bunk and cracked her neck loudly. She was a tall, muscular woman with tattoos covering her arms
PRIVATE MEETING ROOM – COURTHOUSE – 11:45 AMThe small courthouse meeting room felt cold and suffocating.A single table sat in the middle of the room. Two guards stood outside the closed door while Amelia sat in a chair with handcuffs still around her wrists.Her entire body shook with anger.The moment the guards shut the door, Amelia exploded.“What the hell was that?” she shouted.Aurelia calmly placed her designer bag on the table and sat down like nothing had happened.“You’re supposed to be defending me!” Amelia yelled. “Instead you stood there and let them destroy me!”Aurelia crossed her legs slowly.“You lost control in court, Amelia. That wasn’t my fault.”Amelia stared at her in disbelief.“Don’t do that,” she snapped. “Don’t sit there acting calm after what you just did.”Aurelia said nothing.Amelia leaned forward angrily.“You barely challenged Clara. You let Elena attack me. You let Alejandro’s testimony destroy me. Every question you asked made me look guiltier.”Aure
Amelia sat at the defense table in her bright orange prison jumpsuit. Silver handcuffs rested around her wrists. Her face was pale and exhausted after spending another terrible night inside Wentworth. She looked small. Broken. Nothing like the powerful woman she used to be.Beside her sat Aurelia Jones elegant, confident, and dangerously calm. She opened her folder neatly and leaned closer to Amelia.“Listen to me carefully,” Aurelia whispered. “Do not panic no matter what happens today. Stay quiet and let me handle everything.”Amelia swallowed hard, her voice shaking. “Can you really help me? Please… I didn’t do this.”Aurelia looked her directly in the eyes and gave her a small, reassuring smile. “I’m one of the best defense attorneys in New York. Trust me.”Something inside Amelia relaxed just a little. For the first time since Rebecca disappeared from the case, she felt a tiny spark of hope. Maybe… just maybe… she still had a chance.The judge entered the courtroom.Everyone
PLAZA HOTEL ~ NEW YORK The plane touched down at JFK, and Gabriella grabbed her carry-on, slipping into a black trench coat to blend in. No checked bags; she traveled light for this. A quick cab to the Plaza Hotel old money, discreet, perfect for what she had in mind. She checked in under a fake
COFFE SHOP ~ NEW YORK Across town, in a quiet, expensive coffee shop, Amelia Stone stirred a latte. She wore large sunglasses despite the indoor gloom, a shield against the world and any potential cameras.Nicholas Hale slid into the seat opposite her, his expression smooth and professional. “The
ICU ~ New York “Understood,” he whispered, eyes closing briefThe next morning, the ICU was quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of monitors. Alexander stirred, blinking against the fluorescent lights. Vivian was already there, perched on the chair beside his bed, cup of tea in hand.“Morning, s
ALEJANDRO PENTHOUSE~ SPAINHis words were meant to wound, and they did. They found the chink in her armor, the secret fear she voiced only to Ariana. That in building her fortress, she had trapped herself.She looked away, out the window at the party lights twinkling below. “I feel plenty,” she sa







