The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.As the officers marched past Andrew into the bedroom, he stood like a statue, confusion on his face and sweat already forming at his temples.The first officer opened the wardrobe. Empty.Another stooped and checked under the bed.The third walked to the side table, pulled the drawer open, and froze. Then he turned slightly, lifting a small transparent pouch, inside were white powdery wraps.The room went still.“What’s this?” the officer asked.Andrew’s brows shot up. “I don’t know! That’s not mine! I’ve never seen that before in my life.”They ignored him and continued the search.Then came the bigger shock.Behind the bed, partially hidden beneath a throw blanket, a woman lay curled up on the mattress, trembling. It was the same lady from earlier. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears.“Ma’am, are you okay?” an officer asked, rushing to her.She nodded weakly and grabbed her bag.Wrapped in a towel, she clutched her phone like it was her lifel

Tiana sat in her office at Black Blossom, eyes glued to the screen in front of her, but her mind was nowhere near the quarterly reports she was supposed to be reviewing.Her hands were stiff on the table, her heart beating with a heaviness she could not explain. The silence in the office was deafening.Even the usual hum of printers and distant footsteps from the hallway seemed to have disappeared.Maybe the company was quiet because it too sensed that something was wrong.In the past few days, the air had changed.The headlines were ruthless. “Black Blossom’s Co-founder’s Brother Arrested for Attempted Assault.”Another one screamed: “Will Black Blossom Survive This Storm?” Investors were pulling out, one by one.Sponsors were freezing their payments. Clients were canceling collaborations, unwilling to be associated with scandal.Arturo had promised her everything.Security. Power. Influence.And yet, here she was, alone in her office, watching the walls of her business collapse arou

Tiana hadn’t stepped into her office for two straight days, and truthfully, she had no intention of going there any time soon. Everything about that space reminded her of chaos, of everything falling apart.The moment she placed Black Blossom for sale, the weight she’d been carrying didn’t drop; it only shifted, digging deeper into her spirit.She had finally moved in with Arturo – her now legally married husband.She was now living under the same roof with him as his wife, but the reality was far from what she had imagined. She once thought marrying him would offer her a new type of security, one built on influence and connections, but she now saw it clearly: she had walked barefooted into a field full of thorns.Every corner of Arturo’s home reminded her she didn’t belong here. The silence was thick. The air felt filtered and stale.The help treated her like someone hired rather than married into the house.Arturo himself was often absent, his presence felt only in the scent of his

The morning was dull, wrapped in a heavy silence that mirrored the storm brewing within.Jalen’s table was scattered with documents — files, printed screenshots, statements, and a USB drive labelled "Andrew Brooks Case."It was two weeks before the court hearing, and every piece of evidence mattered.He turned back to the room and dropped a thick file on the desk with a heavy thud that echoed in the quiet space.Barrister Greg Mends, his long-time legal counsel and friend, stood nearby, arms crossed and worry lining his forehead. His suit jacket hung over the arm of a nearby chair, sleeves rolled slightly, revealing a tired but committed man.Greg had been watching Jalen's transformation with growing concern, seeing his friend disappear into an obsession that bordered on dangerous."Jalen," he said, his voice calm but pressing, "can I ask you something without offending you?"Jalen didn't look up from the papers he was shuffling. "You already did. So go ahead."Greg hesitated, choosin

"Hi big sis," Nina said, her smile stretching from her eyes to the corners of her mouth, oblivious to the fire that was about to erupt. She turned, still holding Carlos by the arm. "Meet my boyfriend, Carlos Arturo."The room fell silent.Carlos and Tiana locked eyes.No greeting. No handshake. No smile. Just a long, piercing silence thick with history, betrayal, and burning questions. The silence said everything that needed to be said. Tiana's mouth slowly parted, then clenched. Carlos straightened, meeting her eyes without flinching. Arturo, seated beside Tiana, glanced between them, his brows folding in confusion."What is going on here?" Arturo asked, looking from his son to his wife. "Carlos, who's she and what are you doing here?"Nina turned to Carlos, her smile now faded. She glanced at her sister, then back at the man she had fallen for over the last month, disbelief beginning to cloud her expression."You haven’t answered my question, Nina," Tiana said, her voice sharp an