LOGINREDWOOD STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN ~ 5pmGabriella’s relief vanished instantly. “What?”The officers moved toward her, making her step backward in alarm. “Wait! Governor Patricia, I think you’ve misunderstood me. I wasn’t refusing to cooperate. I was only asking for a clean uniform!”“I understood you perfectly,” Patricia replied coldly. “You refused to put on the uniform and started arguing with my officers. Secure her so they can dress her and take her back to her cell.”Gabriella stared at her in disbelief. “You’re seriously going to handcuff me to a pole because I don’t want to wear that filthy jumpsuit?”“It’s not a punishment,” Patricia said calmly. “It’s the only way the officers can dress you without you fighting them. If you cooperate, this will be over quickly.”“I can dress myself!” Gabriella snapped, looking at the officers approaching her. “Just give me a clean uniform, and I’ll put it on!”“Mrs. Favino, stop resisting,” one officer warned.“I’m not resisting! I’m making a re
Alejandro stood on the tarmac, staring at the empty stretch of road where the police vehicle had disappeared. He could still hear Gabriella’s angry voice in his head, protesting as the officers dragged her away. He had watched them arrest his wife, but he still couldn’t understand how it had happened.He ran a hand through his hair and let out a frustrated breath. Their honeymoon was over, and Gabriella was now in police custody. How had the police found her? Who had told them she was at the airport?“Mr. Favino?” one of his associates called cautiously.Alejandro turned. The young man stood a few feet away, looking nervous. “Should I arrange transportation home?”“Home?” Alejandro repeated, his voice rising. “My wife has just been arrested, and you’re asking me about going home?”“I’m sorry, sir. I was only asking—”“Then answer something useful!” Alejandro snapped. “How did the police find her? Who gave them the information? And how did they get an arrest warrant without anyone war
OUTSIDE THE COURTROOM ~ 5:00PmElena swallowed hard, her eyes filling with guilt. “Yes. I’m carrying his child.”Ariana took a step backward as if the words had physically pushed her away. She stared at Elena in complete shock, struggling to process everything at once. “No… No, this can’t be true. You were working for Daniel all along?”“Elena, please—”“You were his lawyer?” Ariana’s voice rose as tears filled her eyes. “You were supposed to be fighting for me, but you were secretly working for the man who was trying to take my son away from me?”Elena lowered her head. “Ariana, I know how this looks.”“How it looks?” Ariana let out a shaky laugh, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “You’re pregnant with Daniel’s baby! You were his lawyer, you were his lover, and you stood beside me in that courtroom pretending you were on my side!”Elena stepped closer. “I was on your side today.”Ariana immediately stepped back, her face filled with hurt. “Today? What about before today? Ho
The officer wrote down her name and moved to the next question. “Date of birth?”Gabriella gave it reluctantly, clearly irritated that she had to answer such basic questions.The officer continued. “Any medical conditions?”Gabriella rolled her eyes. “Yes. I’m pregnant. Four months pregnant. And I’m surrounded by incompetence.”The officer ignored the insult and continued filling out the form. “We’ll do a full medical evaluation later. Now, take off your clothes.”Gabriella’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”“You heard me. Strip. Full-body search. Standard procedure.”Gabriella immediately crossed her arms over her chest. “Absolutely not. I am not taking my clothes off in front of you people.”The officer stood and walked around the desk. “You don’t have a choice. You can do it yourself, or we can assist you.”Gabriella looked toward the other officers in the room. There were three of them. All women. All large. All staring at her with the kind of expression that made it clear they were not
Daniel sat down while His face was red with rage.Judge Holloway turned back to Ariana. "Ms. Flores, I have reviewed your employment records. Your former employer at the New York Times testified that you were a dedicated, hardworking, and responsible reporter. You were never late. You never missed a deadline. You were never under the influence of drugs or alcohol. You were a model employee."Ariana's eyes filled with tears.Judge Holloway continued. "I have also reviewed testimony from your neighbors and friends. They all describe you as a loving, devoted mother. They all say you would do anything for your son."She paused. Her voice softened. "Ms. Flores, you are not a drug addict. You are not careless. You are not an unfit mother. You are a victim of a cruel and calculated scheme orchestrated by your ex-husband."Ariana sobbed. She covered her mouth.Judge Holloway's voice was firm again. "Therefore, I am granting permanent custody of Aiden Blackwood to his mother, Ariana Flores."T
Gabriella ran across the tarmac, her bare feet slapping against the cold concrete. Her lungs burned, and her legs were beginning to ache, but she refused to stop. She had to get away before the police caught her.Ahead, she spotted another private jet. It was smaller than the one she had arrived in, and she had no idea who owned it. She didn’t care. All she needed was a way out.When she reached the jet, she saw that the stairs were already down. The engines were off, and a man in a suit stood near the bottom of the stairs, talking on his phone.Gabriella didn’t hesitate. She shoved him hard.The man stumbled backward and fell onto the tarmac, his phone flying from his hand. “Hey! What the hell are you doing?” he shouted.Gabriella ignored him and rushed up the stairs. She burst into the cabin and headed straight for the cockpit.The pilot, a middle-aged man with gray hair, turned around with a confused look on his face. “Start the plane!” Gabriella screamed. “Start it now!”The pilot
BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES ~ NEW YORK Katherina slipped Nicholas Hale’s card into her folder and closed it.Control. That was the word. And that was what she needed to hold on to.She straightened her blazer, smoothed her face, and returned to her desk as if nothing had happened. As if the air in the ro
Marisa jabbed a finger at Amelia. “Yes. You.”The room went quiet.Alejandro tensed. “Mother, don’t.”“No,” Marisa said, her voice cold. “You don’t get to shield her. Let me speak.”She stepped closer to Amelia. “You show up here… and suddenly the Guerras strike. You have ties to the Blackwoods. To
THE FAVINO ESTATE — LATE MORNINGThe house felt different after Marisa left.Amelia noticed it first.The servants moved softly, avoiding eye contact. Phones were kept on silent. Even the sunlight pouring through the tall windows felt restrained, like it didn’t want to interrupt whatever storm was
KATHERINA APARTMENT ~ NEW YORKRyan’s voice dropped, turning cold. “Good. I’ll send you a secure line. Nobody can know we’re working together. Not Damien. Not the board. No one.”Katherina smirked and leaned back in her chair.“Please. Damien has so many problems piled on his head, he wouldn’t noti







