The drive to Black Blossom felt like a blur. Tiana's hands were tight on the steering, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her thoughts swirled with confusion and disbelief. Every word Arturo said the night before kept ringing in her head like a bell that refused to stop echoing.Jalen bought her company? And didn’t even bother to change the name?She had refused to believe it at first. She had hoped it was just one of Arturo’s sick games, another manipulative jab meant to get under her skin. But then again, why would he lie about something like that? Why would he sound so confident, so smug, if he had no proof?She stepped harder on the accelerator, her eyes straight ahead. Her heart was racing now, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation clawing through her chest. She needed answers, and she needed them fast. Her curiosity felt like something alive, gnawing inside her, demanding clarity. Whatever this was, it wasn’t something she could ignore. Not anymore.As she pulled up in f

The atmosphere in the boardroom was tense. The air felt heavy with conflict and uncertainty. The long polished table that usually served as a platform for calm business deliberations had become a battleground of voices. Some members leaned forward in their chairs, gesturing wildly as they spoke, while others folded their arms, watching the scene unfold with tight-lipped expressions."This is ridiculous!" George Briggs bellowed, slamming his fist lightly against the mahogany surface. "We are sitting here tearing each other apart over one man. And where the hell is this Arturo that we are all fighting ourselves for? Isn’t he supposed to be here by now? Where is he, huh?"Before anyone could answer, a deep baritone voice echoed from the entrance."Right here."All heads turned sharply to the door. Arturo stepped in with the kind of confidence only a man like him could exude. He was dressed in a crisp dark grey suit, his tie knotted to perfection, his steps deliberate and unhurried."A

Arturo sat stiffly in the large leather chair in his study, the evening sun dimming through the half-drawn blinds. The air in the room was still, save for the low hum of the ceiling fan above him. His right hand gripped the phone tightly, his voice harsh, low, and tense as he spoke."Did you do what I told you?" he asked, his voice already vibrating with suspicion. The tone in his voice wasn't just a question; it was a threat wrapped in concern.Carlos' voice came through the speaker, hesitant. "Yes, Dad. I did it. I pulled the trigger."There was a long silence on Arturo's end. He didn't seem satisfied. His knuckles whitened as he clenched the phone. "Carlos," he said, voice suddenly turning colder, darker. "Listen very carefully to me. If I find out you're lying to me... if you're hiding anything, anything at all, I swear, you'll regret it. You know me.""I'm not lying," Carlos replied, but there was a quiver in his voice. Even he was beginning to get tired of the mess. The killing

Inspector Dennis was not a man to be easily discouraged. Ever since Sonia’s death and the disappearance of Jalen Adesina, he had refused to sleep well or breathe freely. He knew there was more to the story than what the accident scene revealed. And now, it was time to start digging deeper, starting with the site where everything changed.That morning, he drove silently through the city, his hands firm on the steering wheel. His eyes scanned the road, his mind revisiting the details in the case files. Eventually, he reached the area where Jalen’s car had been found after the crash, shattered windshield, glass fragments littering the ground, the pungent smell of fuel and scorched rubber still etched into the memory of the place.He stepped out of the car and walked around slowly. This was not just an accident site; it was a clue-stuffed graveyard of secrets. He looked over the cliff, imagining the car tumbling down. The silence that now surrounded the place only made the weight hea

Bose stepped out of the black SUV, her stiletto heels clicking softly on the tiled pavement as the early Saturday sun cast shadows around the business venue. She adjusted the shawl on her shoulder, keeping her poise as always, her perfume was faint but elegant. Her driver had already pulled away after dropping her off. Just as she began to approach the main building, she noticed a black tinted car parked two blocks behind. It wasn’t the first time she had seen it today.Something about the way it remained still, its windows shielded like darkened mirrors, unsettled her. She had seen it on her way here, first at the roundabout, then again behind her just after she made a U-turn at the last intersection. But she had dismissed it, convincing herself it was just her mind playing games again—too many nights spent worrying about Jalen, too many hours consumed by fear.Now, the same vehicle was just parked there. It didn’t move. No one stepped out. Bose paused briefly, debating whether to