Ariana stepped outside, adjusting her sunglasses. A tall man in a sleek black suit approached, giving a polite nod.“Good morning, Miss Ariana,” he said in a crisp voice.Ariana raised an eyebrow. “And you are?”“I’m Daniel Blackwood’s chauffeur,” he replied smoothly. “I’m here to take you to the private jet.”Ariana blinked, surprised. “Private jet? Funny, Daniel forgot to mention that part.”The chauffeur allowed himself a small smile. “It was meant to be a surprise.”Ariana smirked. “Well, I do love surprises. Alright then, let’s go.”He opened the car door for her, and she slid in with a satisfied sigh. As the car pulled away, she quickly dialed Amelia.Her best friend picked up on the second ring.“Uhh, duh, why didn’t you answer on the first ring?” Ariana teased.Amelia’s voice came through, warm and light. “I was helping Miguel sort out some of his clothes. You know housewife duties.”Ariana rolled her eyes playfully. “Ohhh, the lovable wife routine. Anyway, guess where I’m off
Her lips trembled as she whispered, “Disappear? You mean… kill me?”Miguel leaned back, his eyes cold but calm. He shook his head slowly, almost like he pitied her.“If I wanted you dead, Janet, you’d already be at the bottom of the river by now. No.” His voice dropped to a chilling calm. “I’m giving you something people would kill for. A way out. Two million dollars wired clean into an account. And a brand new passport. A whole new identity. You can vanish and start over somewhere far away. Think about it a life you never even dreamed of, bought with your silence.”Janet let out a nervous laugh, though it cracked halfway. “But… but you just said ‘six feet under.’ By my definition, that means you were planning to kill me.”Miguel leaned forward, his hand gripping the knife still stuck in the chair. He tugged it free with a sharp scrape of metal against wood. His voice was low, deadly calm.“Don’t confuse a warning with a promise. I give people choices, Janet. Most don’t get that luxur
Ariana’s Apartment, Late NightAriana paced across her small living room, phone clutched in her hand. She muttered under her breath, frustration etched on her face.“How the hell do you even say this? ‘Hey babe, let’s go to your secret Maldives lake house’? Yeah, real smooth, Ari. He’ll think I’ve lost my damn mind.”She flopped onto the couch, hugging a throw pillow tight against her chest. After a few seconds of pep talk to herself, she took a deep breath and dialed Daniel’s number.He picked up after the second ring. His voice was low, rich, and teasing.“Ariana. What’s got you calling me at this hour?”She rolled her eyes but softened her tone, letting a playful lilt slip in.“Can’t a girlfriend just miss her man?”Daniel chuckled, his voice dripping amusement.“Mmm. I like how that sounds. Girlfriend. Say it again.”Ariana smirked despite herself. “Don’t get cocky.” She hesitated, biting her lip. Okay, Ari. Don’t blow it. Play it cool. “Listen… I’ve been thinking. We never really
Amelia froze. Her body went stiff, her breath catching in her throat. The walls of the clinic hallway felt like they were pressing in on her, the buzzing lights above almost blinding.Leo, holding tight to her hand, tugged at her scarf with his other. His small voice broke the silence.“Mama, did she find Annabella? Ask her, Mama!”The cleaner’s eyes widened at the child, then flicked back to the photos the battered, broken face labeled Before and the carefully reconstructed one labeled After.She stammered, her grip tightening on the folder.“This… this doesn’t make sense. Are you… are you living under another name?”Amelia forced a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I think there’s been a mistake. That file isn’t mine.”The cleaner shook her head furiously. “No… no, I saw it. The dates, the surgeries it’s you. You are Adrianna Rodriguez.”Leo frowned, holding his elephant toy tighter. “Mama, who’s Adrianna? Is she Annabella’s friend?”Amelia’s breath caught. She pressed him cl
Ms. Carter spoke gently. “Sometimes he seems distracted. Like his mind is somewhere else. Is everything okay at home?”Amelia’s fingers tightened on Leo’s little hand. For a moment, her mind flicked to Damien, Katherina, the chaos of the Blackwoods… and the dangerous stage two plan that was already in motion.Her voice came out steady, though. “Everything’s fine at home. He just thinks a lot just like his mama.”Leo giggled, oblivious to the tension, and pulled out a crayon drawing from his backpack. “Look, Mama, I drew us! You, me, Uncle Miguel and a big house.”Amelia stared at the childish sketch four stick figures, all smiling. For a second, her heart ached with the reminder of what she was fighting for.She kissed his cheek. “It’s perfect, baby. Absolutely perfect.”Two mothers at the far end of the room spoke in hushed voices.“Did you hear about Blackwood Group?” one whispered.“Yes. Something about fraud and suspension. Honestly, these big names think they’re untouchable.”Ame
Dance Studio – Water BreakAmelia leaned back against the wall, catching her breath. She took a slow sip of water, then turned to Ariana with a sly smirk.“Girl, stage two is where the real fun begins. We expose them and to do that, we need solid evidence on Katherina.”Ariana blinked, wiping sweat from her forehead. “Evidence? What kind of evidence?”“The kind that can’t be denied,” Amelia said, lowering her voice. “And that’s where you come in.”Ariana nearly choked on her water. “Me? Oh, really?”“Yes.” Amelia nodded confidently.Ariana folded her arms across her chest, skeptical. “And how exactly am I supposed to do that?”Amelia leaned in closer, her tone matter of fact. “Daniel has a private lake house in the Maldives. That’s where the evidence is. If my source is right, there are video files and maybe even documents hidden there. Enough to burn her image completely.”Ariana’s jaw dropped. “The Maldives?!” She let out a disbelieving laugh. “Amelia, how the hell am I going to con