Chapter 7
“Please state your name and occupation for the record,” the prosecutor said, her voice firm and commanding.
“A—Adrianna Houston,” I stuttered my voice barely a whisper. “I was an intern under Lance Hamilton.
I stood at the witness stand, my heart racing with anxiety. I could feel Lance's eyes on me filled with a mix of relief and gratitude. He thought I was there to vindicate him, to tell the truth about the false evidence that my Father had planted but I couldn’t.
I held everything in me not to face his eyes. I wish I could help you, Lance. I wish I could but I meant nothing to my father, a pawn in his game.
“Can you describe your relationship with the defendant, Lance? The prosecutor asked, her eyes narrowing slightly……
I hesitated, feeling a knot form in my stomach. This was my final chance to redeem myself and save Lance but my Father is a ruthless and ambitious man. He would stop at nothing till he uproots any threat standing in his way. Lance's life and my sister's engagement were at risk.
“We ....we are in a romantic relationship,” I said finally, my voice cracking.
Lance's eyes snapped to mine, filled with a mixture of surprise and pain. Everybody gasped, including my Father. “Adrianna, what are you doing? he whispered, his voice barely audible.
I avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the prosecutor. “ I'm telling the truth,”.
The prosecutor nodded, “And can you describe the events of the day in question?”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “Before his arrest, Lance and I were at the office discussing business but before then I had noticed his sneaky movements and I suspected him of being involved in an illegal business,”
I paused and forced my voice to crack and a fake sob left my mouth. “Then I confronted him but instead he became angry and aggressive, and I feared for my safety.”
(Three days back)
I sat in my father's office, my heart racing with anxiety. He stood behind his desk, his eyes blazing with anger.
“ You're going to testify against Lance, " he said, his voice low and menacing. “You're going to tell the court he assaulted you and you also suspected him of running an illegal business behind the company.
I shook my head, feeling a surge of fear. "Father, I don't know if I can do that. Lance didn't assault me. He's innocent."
My father's face darkened, and he slammed his fist on the desk. "You'll do as I say, Alexandra! You'll testify against Lance, or you'll suffer the consequences."
I felt a chill run down my spine as he walked around the desk and stood in front of me. "What consequences?" I whispered.
My father's eyes gleamed with malice. "If you don't testify against Lance, I'll make sure he's killed in jail. I have connections, Adrianna. I can make it happen."
I felt a wave of horror wash over me. "No, Father! You can't do that!"
My father's expression didn't change. "And that's not all. If you don't cooperate, I'll also break off your sister's engagement. She'll never marry the man she loves, all because of your disobedience."
I felt a pang of fear and guilt. My sister's engagement was just a few weeks away, and she was over the moon with happiness. I couldn't let my father ruin her happiness, not when she had already been through so much.
"Okay, Father," I whispered, feeling a sense of defeat. "I'll testify against Lance. I'll do whatever you want."
My father's expression changed, and he smiled a cold and calculating smile. "That's my good girl, Adrianna. I knew I could count on you."
(courtroom)
Lance's eyes widened in shock, and he took a step forward as if to protest. That's not true, he exclaimed, his voice rising. “ Adrianna you know that's not true…tell them the truth!”
The judge banged his gavel, his stern face. “Orders! The defendants will remain calm and composed.
I watched with a pained heart as his lawyer placed a restraining arm on his shoulder before whispering something to his ear.
I have seen Lance's charismatic, sexy, ambitious, and sweet side but nothing prepared me for seeing his broken side. He looked miserable as he tried to hide his tears.
I watched as I broke the only man that cared, loved, and listened to me. If I had gone ahead to betray my father, Lance didn't have the power to protect us from his wrath
I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and I quickly brushed it away, trying to compose myself. “I am telling the truth, I had bruises and scratches on my arm and inner thigh!”
The courtroom fell silent as the judge's voice echoed through the room. "Lance, please stand before the court."
Lance stood up, his eyes fixed on the judge, his face pale and drawn. His lawyer stood beside him, a somber expression on his face.
"The court has found you guilty of assault and fraud," the judge declared, his voice firm and authoritative. "You have been convicted of a serious crime, and you must face the consequences."
Lance's eyes dropped, and he took a deep breath. He knew what was coming.
"It is the sentence of this court that you, Lance, be imprisoned for ten years," the judge pronounced, his voice echoing through the courtroom.
The room erupted into a flurry of activity as the courtroom deputies moved to take Lance into custody. His lawyer patted him on the back, a look of sympathy on his face.
Lance's eyes scanned the courtroom, searching for a familiar face. He spotted me, sitting in the back of the courtroom, my eyes fixed on him. For a moment, our eyes locked, and I saw a flash of pain and betrayal.
Then, he was gone, led away by the deputies as the courtroom erupted into chaos.
I sat in stunned silence, my mind reeling with the consequences of my actions. I had testified against Lance, and now he was going to prison. I felt a wave of guilt and regret wash over me, and I knew that I would never be able to forgive myself for what I had done.
It had been months since the fire. Months since the night that had swallowed everything in smoke and flames. Months since Lance had collapsed with blood seeping from his chest, and Adrianna had felt life slipping from her as well.Everyone believed she had taken her last breath that night. In truth, she had come terrifyingly close. But heaven—or fate, or love itself—had given her a second chance.Adrianna had woken from her coma a month ago, her lungs burning as though she had inhaled fire again. For a long moment, she didn’t even know who she was, only that the room smelled sterile, that the light was too soft, too kind for someone who had lived through hell. Then she saw Adrian, his face unshaven, eyes hollow from sleepless nights, his hand gripping hers as if letting go would kill him too. And Victoria—her voice trembling as she whispered her name, her tears falling freely as she pressed her forehead against Adrianna’s.They never left her side. With their strength, their stubborn
Lance doesn’t speak. He stares past him, through the thinning smoke, to where firelight still flickers on the rooftop floor below. Something in his chest tells him—screams at him—that Adrianna is down there.And then he hears it.“Adrianna! Adrianna, stay with me!”Victoria’s voice.Lance bolts, his boots hammering against the concrete as he barrels down the stairs, ignoring Adrian’s call behind him. His shoulder burns with every movement, blood trickling hot and steady down his arm from the bullet wound Ace left him, but none of it matters.He reaches the scorched hallway. The smoke claws at his lungs, blinding his eyes, but through the haze—he sees them.Victoria kneels on the blackened floor, her hands cradling Adrianna’s limp body. Her sobs shake the walls as she rocks her sister, her cries echoing like prayers unanswered.“Please, wake up! Don’t do this to me, Adrianna, please!”Lance freezes in the doorway. His vision blurs—not from smoke, but from tears threatening to fall. He
There—by the waiting helicopter.Bianca.Her hair is wild, tangled by the wind. Her face is streaked with tears and ash, her eyes hollowed by grief. Ramon grips her arm, steadying her as he helps her climb into the chopper. His movements are frantic, protective. He leans close, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his lips moving in soft, desperate reassurances that vanish beneath the thunder of rotor blades.“You’ll be safe. I swear it,” Ramon mouths, his voice lost to the storm.Bianca’s hand lingers on his arm, trembling. Her eyes dart once—just once—toward the door. Toward Lance. Toward the one she still cannot let go of. Her heart twists, her body pulled in two directions at once.But Wade’s voice cuts through the roar.“Bianca!”Lance and Adrian’s heads snap to the right. Wade staggers into view, his face ashen, his shirt soaked crimson where the bullet tore through him. His body sways, barely holding itself upright, yet his eyes are wild—burning with something between fury
The world slows to a crawl.For one suspended breath, for one fragment of eternity, the crack of a gunshot splits the air. Wade’s body jerks, the sharp sound reverberating through the burning walls, echoing against steel and glass as though the building itself is screaming.He staggers back, his eyes wide, his lips parting as though trying to form words that refuse to come. His hand flies instinctively to his stomach. Warmth spreads under his palm. Blood. Thick, hot, undeniable.Wade gasps. His chest rises and falls, the breath inside him burning as though it belongs to someone else. Slowly, his gaze drags upward, searching for the one who dared.And there she is.Victoria. Her arm extended, her stance firm despite the smoke and firelight painting her in jagged shadows. The gun still pointed at him. Her hands tremble, but her eyes do not. They burn with something deeper than anger—something Wade cannot command, cannot manipulate. Hatred. Betrayal. Justice.Her voice cracks but cuts sh
The walls groan. The heat presses down like a living thing, suffocating the air, bending shadows across the broken glass and cracked walls. Smoke curls upward, dark and heavy, choking the lungs of everyone trapped inside.“They’re closing in on us!” Bianca screams, her voice high and cracking. She clutches the soot-streaked window frame, her eyes wild as she stares at the nightmare below. Police swarm the grounds like wolves circling prey, weapons raised, voices blasting commands through megaphones. Reporters shove against the barricades, cameras flashing relentlessly, catching every moment. The air outside is chaos, but inside—inside it is hell.Gunfire rattles the walls. The sound tears through the building—short bursts, long echoes, followed by groans of pain and the desperate thud of fists and boots. The battle isn’t far anymore. It’s here.Bianca whirls toward Wade. “Do you hear that? They’re cutting through everyone!”Wade doesn’t flinch. He stands near the doorway, tall and cal
Sirens scream into the early morning, a shrill metallic chorus that rattles the air. The flashing blue and red lights paint the sides of the abandoned high-rise in a frantic rhythm.Police cars are lined bumper to bumper, their hoods steaming in the cool night. The entire street is sealed off with barricades, reporters pressing against them with microphones raised like spears, their voices overlapping in an ugly frenzy.“Wade Houston, we have the building surrounded!” A voice booms from the loudspeaker, heavy with authority. “Release the hostage immediately and come out with your hands where we can see them!”The demand echoes off the concrete walls, but the only reply is the low, ominous roar of the fire consuming the building from within.Lance stands just beyond the barricade, the heat prickling his skin, his chest heaving as if he has already run a marathon. Beside him, Adrian leans forward, his eyes locked on the flickering silhouette of the skyscraper. Victoria stands behind the