The doctor’s eyes widened as he slowly opened the envelope and caught sight of the cash. His breath caught in his throat.“You didn’t have to, Ms. Weather,” he muttered weakly. “I could’ve…” He trailed off when he saw Ricky giving him a pointed stare.Now, he was ready to risk the truth of that night coming out. He believed if she gets to know, she might be nice to not raise the matter up and just forget about it.Clearing his throat, he opened a drawer and pulled out a small slip of paper. “This is the contact number he left. Just in case anything happened with your treatment.”Yvonne smiled, relief glowing in her eyes as she collected the paper.“Thank you, Doctor.”“You’re welcome,” he said with a forced smile, the envelope already sliding toward his drawer. “I hope you get the chance to properly thank him.”“Oh, I will,” she said, her voice calm, but determined.As she stepped out of the office, slipping the contact into her purse, her heart fluttered—not with fear or pain—but ant

A few minutes later, Zach slowed down and pulled into the wide driveway of a stunning dealership. Sleek designs, glossy glass doors, and luxurious cars flanked the building. As they stepped out, Mary’s jaw dropped.Her eyes scanned the elegant sign overhead: Crimson Motors: Redefining Class.She gasped. “We can’t be here, Zach! The cars here are ridiculously expensive. You can’t possibly afford anything in this place!”Zach looked at her, calm and unbothered. “I can. And today, you’re going to pick whatever car you want—and I will buy it.”Before she could say a word, he gently took her hand and began walking toward the entrance, a proud smile on his face.Mary, overwhelmed, could barely keep up. Her gaze swept across the showroom’s exterior—glossy black sedans, stylish convertibles, and even electric SUVs with chrome finishings. These cars are breathtaking, she thought, wide-eyed.Just as Zach was about to speak to the receptionist, a snide laugh cut through the air like a blade.“O

Maya gasped audibly, her manicured fingers tightening around Wilson’s arm like claws.“That’s… that card belongs to the most elite bank in the country,” she whispered, her voice laced with disbelief.Wilson stared, mouth slightly ajar. The glint of the black card seemed to mock them all, shimmering with a quiet authority that neither his Rolex nor Maya’s designer purse could match.The sales assistant stumbled backward a step, eyes bulging at the simple, sleek card in Zach’s hand. The man in front of him didn’t wear a branded suit or a flashy watch—just a clean shirt, dark jeans, and a calm expression. How could someone so... ordinary carry the Supreme Black Card from First Star Bank?"This… this has to be fake," he mumbled.Maya regained her voice, filled with scorn. “Of course, it is! Zach’s a criminal. That card is probably stolen. He’s just using it to brag and look relevant.” She threw a cold glance at Mary. “I should have known your brother would stoop so low to prove he's not so

Just as Sarah opened her mouth to give an answer, Maya’s phone buzzed sharply on the table. She glanced at the screen—Unknown Number. Her heart skipped.She picked it up with trembling fingers. “Hello?”“Maya…” The voice was slow. Icy. Familiar.Sarah froze, watching her daughter’s face drain of color.“You shouldn’t think too much about it. Just come see me,” Darius said smoothly. “It’ll be worth your while.”“Don’t bother me,” she snapped, her voice rising in panic. “Stop calling me!”He chuckled. “Today, you looked stunning in that emerald-green designer dress. Vera Wang, right? Bold choice with that nice red lipstick bitches like you cherish. The Mayor’s son looked impressed. And that dealership… Crimson Motors? Classy spot.”Maya’s knees nearly gave way. She staggered back, gripping the edge of the couch. “How do you know all that? Are you watching me?”“Oh, Maya…” His voice dropped, suddenly cold. “Don’t underestimate me. Or you’ll regret it. Woefully.”The line went dead.“Maya

Eldenwood Penitentiary reeked of despair.The air was heavy with a silence that spoke of broken men, shattered dreams, and time crawling on rusted clocks. Maya’s heels clicked against the cold floor as a guard led her down the corridor, her back straight, but her shoulders tense. She clutched her purse tightly, heart pounding louder than the sound of their steps.Her mind raced, looping the same thought—Why did I come? But deep down, she knew why.The guard stopped abruptly and struck the cell bars with his rod. The sharp clang echoed. “Fitzroy, you’ve got a visitor.”Maya took a slow breath. The guard turned to her, eyes narrowed. “Five minutes. Got it?”She gave a faint nod.As the guard walked away, she braced herself and shifted her gaze to the man in the cell. Her breath caught.Darius.She stepped back instinctively, gasping softly. He was… unrecognizable. Half of his face bore angry red burn marks that had yet to fade. The side of his jaw drooped slightly where the skin had mel