Inside Edition Tonight Novels & Stories

The room is large, I slowly take in the calm aesthetic of the room, then I notice it. Against one wall, restraints are neatly placed. Leather cuffs, a collect, coiled rope. A riding crop resting beside what looks like a padded bench, and a whip. Everything organized, polished, ready. I don’t flinch. I’ve seen worse. I step closer, running my fingers lightly over one of the cuffs, it was expensive leather. So that’s the kind of night this is. My phone buzzes in my hand and I step aside immediately, calling Dwayne.

I had no idea if I'd live past tonight. I dared not return home even as the day darkened, but hotels were too expensive, and I couldn't bring myself to pay the tab. Just as I was debating my choices, my phone rang. It was Tony. I never really knew his last name because he never told me. "Hey, Caden. You busy? Care to come out for a drink?"

Sébastien came in and towered over her, the door shut behind him. “What the hell was all that about?” Cassandra moved around to her armchair and sat down because she was afraid she might fall. “Well, that was me, finally airing my dirty laundry. In front of the entire nation, no less.” He had moved to the center of the small living room and glared down at her. “And in front of the entire Six Nations public too. I believe the news is hitting the airwaves as we speak. The hotel where the after-match party is being held has had to call for police assistance in dealing with the hordes of paparazzi already camped outside.”

Ella As I go through the house to put together my bag for the day, Entertainment Daily rambles on in the background. I grab the breakfast that had been made for me and take another bite, wondering where I left my laptop. "And, in other news, ED received a link to a video posted on social media. We've been given permission to play it here, but viewer discretion is advised." I'm barely listening to the news source, but that changes when I hear a new voice coming from the TV.

I'm done for today, I have to go prepare for tonight and I have to be home early, to dodge mom. My mother-in-law first.

“The Valentine Foundation confirmed tomorrow evening. Masquerade format. Black tie. Masks at entry. Seven o’clock.” “I’ll drive myself.” She paused just long enough to acknowledge, then left. The room fell back into its own rhythm. I looked at the phone. Then at the Henderson file, still open on my screen. Then at the window where the morning had flattened into a grey that didn’t change, only remained in place. George called at eleven about the forecast tables. Edmund had already closed it two days earlier. I confirmed the same response and ended the call. Edmund’s weekly summary arrived at noon. Structured, precise, unchanged in tone from the week before. I worked through all five flagged i

His tie hung loose, careless, as if rules bent for him. The air shifted. Conversations paused. Heads turned. Gasps and whispers spread through the hallway like wildfire. “Is that—” one scrub nurse whispered, clutching her colleague’s arm. “Oh my God, it’s him. Liam Hamilton. The heir.” “He’s even hotter in person, look at that jawline.” “And he’s only twenty-five.” Her steps faltered, lungs compressing. The name ricocheted through her skull. Hamilton. As in Hamilton Medical Group. As in Hamilton Medical City, the empire she worked under.

Meanwhile Stephanie walked out of the private room and headed to the restroom, after using the restroom, washing her hands and fixing her hair , just she was about to step out, she overheard a couple of people nearby whispering about Nathan -the name piqued her curiosity and she stayed back. “I just saw the CEO of the Robinsons family Corporation and a group of elite men walking into the restaurant.” "I overheard President Robinson discussing with President Reed, the CEO of the Reeds Group. President Robinson just got back from a business trip abroad, and instead of going home, he called his friends and they came here instead. Does he really hate his wife that much?”

He went on, “Today, I feared that behind the door of that hotel room, you were drugged and ready to be taken out of the country.” I laid my hand on his shirt, feeling his solid chest and the beating of his heart. “I drank coffee, ate cake, and spoke with a friend. Again, I’m sorry I worried you.” I took a step back. “Did you find out why Elizondro was at Emerald Club last night?”

I say to myself shutting the door to the refrigerator, while doing so I accidentally shut my finger with it. "Shit" I cursed out slightly in pain. Sucking on the injured finger the sound of the phone ringing suddenly resonates through the dining room. I moved to pick it without checking the caller ID after all there's only one person who ever calls me. "Hey Lexi" I greeted through the phone. "Hey girl what's up?" she asks. "Lexi, you know what's up. Don't tell me you forgot I have an interview today" I responded moving towards my coffee machine to pour myself a cup.