Many years ago, Raymond Ressler and his best friend Noah Johnson were prosecutors at a private law firm. Together they worked hard to put criminals behind bars. Noah in particular didn't tolerate injustice. To him, no one was above the law. If a case was brought to him, it didn't matter if it was a congressman who had committed a crime. He would always do his best to ensure justice was served. However, there were certain individuals who thought they were above the law. Those who belonged to the crime group called the Mafia. These people committed crimes, and conducted illegal businesses but were still left to roam around freely because they were deemed dangerous. Noah thought it was ridiculous for a country governed by law to be ruled by criminals in secret. So when a client went to him with a case involving the Mafia, he put his all into it. Noah was threatened so many times to stop digging into issues that didn't concern him but he was stubborn and stood firm in his belief.

Evelyn stared at the two red lines that looked like they were glowing mockingly at her, her stomach churning in all kinds of ways. She felt unnerved. How could she be pregnant? Her heart was racing and her skin had turned pale. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. She was terrified. What would this discovery mean for her? Especially now that she had learned of the truth behind her parent’s death. When the doctor suggested she take a pregnancy test, she rejected the idea outright knowing she had been careful. It was only when the doctor told her the symptoms she was having suggested she was carrying that she decided to have a test to rule out pregnancy. Little did she know that she would be in for a shock. She fell pregnant at the moment when she had just discovered horrifying things about Damian and decided to leave him for good. Was life playing a joke on her? What kind of timing was this? Evelyn’s mind was awashed by different thoughts. This piece of news

Nina had long left and Evelyn returned to being locked up alone in the room. Damian had offered to spend time with her but she turned him down outright. Seeing his face reminded her of the footage she had watched. She couldn’t help but picture him in that car that had delivered the final blow that killed her parents. There was just no way they could be together and since no one was willing to help her out, she was hatching a plan to escape. Of course, she knew that in her condition, she couldn’t risk her baby by climbing out the window. But she couldn’t pick the lock either because Damian had changed it to a digital one since he knew about her unusual skill. She also knew that he didn’t leave the house and worked from home so he definitely had his eyes on her. The only way she could escape is if she somehow placed a small object by the door so that it doesn’t close fully then she could slither away quietly like a snake. Evelyn closed her eyes and looked up at the white ceil

“Nothing you say can change anything. They are gone and you killed them.” Evelyn choked as tears stung her eyes. “And I…” A sob escaped her lips, closing her eyes. “I’m a sinner. I’ve let them down for allowing last night to happen.” Her soul was burning with guilt. She felt like she had no right to go to her parent’s grave because she didn’t stick to her promise. Damian who was seated by the edge of the bed softened his gaze and reached out his hand, stroking her hair. She didn’t dodge this time. Wouldn’t she be a hypocrite pretending like she didn’t want him to touch her? After all, she had let more than an innocent touch happen a few hours ago. “Eve, I didn’t kill your parents.” Damian’s deep gentle voice came. Evelyn thought he was just trying to make her feel better so she didn’t bother to look at him and just continued to beat herself up. “I didn’t even know who your parents are. It was only last night when you mentioned it in your sleep that I decided to investigate

Damian raised one of his eyebrows, wondering what Evelyn was on about. He placed her leg that he was massaging down on his lap and stared at her. “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked, bemused at her sudden question. What did she mean by what were his plans for the future? Hadn’t they discussed this already? “Just that. What are your plans?” Evelyn asked again. Her voice rose an octave higher. “Well, you do know my plans. I intend to expand my territory while you get busy with school and also to make this Country a safer place for our child.” Damian replied calmly. “So you don’t plan to marry me? How come I’m not in your plans?” Evelyn yelled, her eyes brimming. Damian was shocked, to say the least. “Where is this coming from? Who said I don’t plan to marry you?” He asked. The poor man didn't understand what was going on. “I asked what your plan was and you didn’t include me in them.” Evelyn responded, her voice shaking. Being in the third trimester, she was becoming