After seeing the altered photos, I didn't leave the motel room for three days. The paparazzi had camped outside the motel and I couldn't go anywhere without being barraged with questions. Maria and Bea brought me everything I needed but by the third day, I knew they were tired of me moping around. "It's not that we're tired of you," Bea said said. She came and sat on the lower edge of my bed. "You need to get out and prove your innocence. If you keep staying in, they'll think it's true.""My friend Daniel told me you can even sue the newspaper that published the photograph," Maria chimed in, sitting next to Bea. "We can make crazy money out of this.""I want to stay in here forever."They both groaned upon hearing that. Maria stood up and suddenly pulled the blanket away. "Hey!" I yelled, clutching on to the sheet. "Give me that. It's cold.""I swear if you don't get out of bed, I'll let the paps in so the whole world can see all the mess in this room.""Okay, fine. I'll get up.""Y

My phone had to ring at the worst time. "Answer it," Mason said."Are you sure?"He nodded. "It could be something good."For some reason, I doubted that. I swiped across the screen and placed the phone on my ear. "Get out of that car," the caller said. "and don't say anything about this. I have bad news for you."I glanced at Mason. It didn't look like he'd heard anything."Is everything okay?" He inquired.I grabbed the door handle and opened the door. Mason grabbed my wrist. "Where are you going?""I have to get this. You leave, I'll see you some other time."Stepping out, I started walking away from Mason's car. All of a sudden, someone grabbed the phone, removing it from my ear."Who the hell are you?" Mason asked the caller. His face was twisted in anger. I took the phone from him and saw that the call had ended."Who was that?" He asked."None of your business. Leave me alone.""Is someone threatening you?" He asked. "I can help you. We can catch that criminal and put him beh

I've never wanted an elevator to move fast enough. Surprisingly, Carolina didn't say anything until we reached the ground floor. During the short elevator ride, she just stared at me with a smirk on her face. It scared me more than words could. "Leave my mother alone," I warned her as I stepped out of the elevator. She followed me, her heels clicking against the floor."I will," She said. "If you leave Mason Steele alone. Spend at least two weeks without interacting with him and I'll let your mother go. For now, she'll continue to be my dearest friend."She walked away after speaking. Some nurses who were coming out of one of the rooms gasped when they saw her. Carolina ignored everyone around her, looking straight ahead as she made her way out of the building.A horde of paparazzi was waiting outside, but her bodyguard pushed them aside like flies as they went back to their jet. "Hey you," Dave said from behind me. Walking forward, he wrapped his arms around me and I felt like a we

I pretended to be happy as we celebrated my birthday in the confines of Dave's apartment. Dave was acting weird, occasionally going to receive calls from the bathroom. He and I never had secrets before, but it seemed he had changed a lot.While having the meal he prepared for me, the door bell rang. Dave quickly stood up and went to open it, making sure to block me from seeing the person on the other side. “Why do you want to arrest her?” I heard him ask. Curious, I stood up and went to the door. A dark cop was standing there, walkie talkie in hand. “April Hartfield?”I nodded. “How can I help you?”“Could you please come with me to the station? We've received a complaint about you.”“Excuse me?”“Mr. Waters has accused you of slander,” the man said. “I'm not arresting you. We just have a few questions for you.”“Where's the warrant? You're not taking my girlfriend anywhere. Today is her birthday.”“Unfortunately, the law doesn't care if today's her birthday.”“It's okay, Dave. I'll

Carolina’s POVThe day I married that late bastard Davido Mendoza was the day I swore never to do chores again. Now I was stuck in a jail cell washing plates because Aracely Narvaez had never forgiven me for taking him away from her. She even blamed me for killing the infamous drug lord, which may or may not be true. I won’t confirm it here. All I can say is I felt totally done with his controlling shit right before he died. I guess karma is real, because I found myself in the same prison with my worst nightmare. I was pretty sure that Alaine had bribed someone to have me wait for my trial in prison and also be ineligible for bail. In a very short time, a lot of people I’d wrong in the past came up with their own stories, hence trumping my charges. Now, I looked like a serial beater. Over 20 people had come up in less than five hours. Sure, I had beaten up many in my lifetime but I was sure some of those 20 had been paid to lie. Then to make things worse, I got put in the same cell