Stacy is very happy today, she has been working for a few weeks now, and she has been very happy. She is not the social media type, but the account that was made for her by Mister Devonté has been growing at a very high speed. He also told her that she is one of the most influential people he has ever worked with, even though she doesn't believe it. She has just modeled some simple high heel shoes for him, even though everyone advised him not to, because she was just a one-time viral sensation, but he refused to believe that. He taught her the basics and allowed her to be creative and she, in turn, trusted Devonté and his team, and the results were splendid. The shoes were sensational, and were sold out in four hours! Stacy runs to Gray's office to find him, when she gets the news. She keeps jumping up and down. “Hey! You will not believe this!” She tells her husband. “The shoes are sold out!” “Really?” Gray looks at the phone in her hand, as she shows him the evidence of the

Stacy feels a sting of tears in her eyes and she almost bursts out crying. “Why are you doing this to me?” Stacy tries very hard to stop herself from crying. Wendy doesn't even have the smallest feeling of empathy for her. “You think your tears are going to fool me? Are they going to bring back my money and effort? If you don't get out of the car right now, I am going to fucking ruin you.” Wendy knows how effective this is, so she grabs her bag and catwalks away. She doesn't even need to look over her shoulder, she knows that Stacy has no other option than to come with her. Stacy drops her head against the steering wheel, she feels a little bit of tears pouring from the corner of her eyes. She can't keep on living like this. She will have to find a way to tell Gray, else this will always be held over her head. She wipes her tears and picks up her phone. She dials Gray's number and leans against the chair with her left hand over her face. The phone barely rings for a few secon

Stacy screams and shuts her eyes, hoping that this is nothing but a bad dream, but that doesn't work. She feels one of the armed men place his hand around her wrist and she opens her eyes, screaming frantically. At this point, the other girls wake up too and start to scream. The driver opens the door of the car and runs away, leaving the girls to their fate. Wendy is the only one who isn't screaming, in fact she is smiling. Stacy wonders what's going on, and why her cousin is so unbothered. “It's okay, girls, they aren't here for us. They are here for her.” Wendy whispers to the girls. The men look at the girls, studying their face as if they are looking for a specific person. “Who is Stacy Lance here?” Stacy shuts her mouth immediately. How do these scary men even know her name? She keeps her mouth shut, she hopes that the girls keep quiet too. Her first thought is that these men are kidnappers, but why would they want to kidnap her? She and Gray are barely getting by, so

The man dies right in front of them and Gray immediately gets back to Stacy, who has her jaw on the ground. She knows that her husband was once a soldier, but she has never seen him act like this before. He wipes his hands with a handkerchief, but that doesn't take all the blood out of his hands. He goes back to Stacy, goes down on his knee to touch her, but she winces. This breaks Gray's heart. He'd admit, he snapped and killed that man, but that's because he just found out that his wife is pregnant and the man almost cost her the pregnancy. “I'm sorry,” he whispers to her. “Come, I've got to take you out of here.” He picks her up from the ground, bridal style. “We will be home in an hour or two.” He looks at the remaining men, who are trying their hardest to run away from him. He would have dealt with them, but he has something more important to attend to right now. His pregnant wife…Wendy and the other girls take a few steps back once they see what he did. They are now all

Argh! This cannot be happening! Wendy is not satisfied with sitting, she has to stand in front of the huge television and increase the volume to the maximum. She hopes that the newscaster is not reporting on what she thinks…“No,no,no,” she mutters under her breath. “Ladies and gentlemen, we got a very important tip about a story that was run years ago. It's the story about Mister Arthur Blanchard, and how he committed the biggest fraud in the country. Mister Blanchard tragically died with his family years ago, and we have some fresh news that supports that Mister Blanchard was innocent after all…” “Shit!” Wendy curses. How did this get out?! Who did this?! “Turns out that Mister Blanchard was working with five other members, who were founding his company as partners, but they also made major decisions, since they held bigger stakes in the company, and controlled the decision. Mister Blanchard was nothing but their pawn, and he innocently took the fall when the company collapsed