Inspector Daniel Morgan had never been a man to rush his investigations. His reputation for fairness made him respected both by his colleagues and the public. Yet, as he sat in his office that morning, the weight of Martha’s death pressed heavily on his mind.The reports from the prison clinic lay scattered on his desk. At first glance, they suggested that Martha’s death was from complications after her injuries. But Daniel had seen too many cases to take anything at face value. Something was off. He leaned back, replaying in his mind the words of a nurse he had interviewed the previous day. The woman had trembled as she admitted she heard strange sounds near Martha’s ward the night she died. She thought it was one of the guards, but she was not sure.Daniel had also noticed marks on the oxygen tube in the crime scene photographs. Subtle, but too deliberate to ignore. It was clear that someone had tampered with it. Martha had not just died from her injuries. Someone had wanted

Sophia sat in her room, scrolling through her phone absentmindedly when the message came in. At first, she thought it was one of those false forwards that people spread to cause confusion. But as she opened the attachment, her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. It was a copy of a leaked message thread between Victoria and Bohemia. The words were too clear to be mistaken. Victoria had formally aligned with him, pledging loyalty to his cause and declaring her stand against Michael. The words stung Sophia’s chest like fire.She dropped the phone on the bed and pressed her palms against her face, trembling. For all the storms that had come, she had always believed she and Victoria could stand together, no matter how much they disagreed. But this revelation shattered that fragile hope. Victoria had crossed to Bohemia’s side completely, the very man whose hunger for revenge was swallowing everyone.Determined to face it head-on, Sophia reached for her bag and car keys.

The hall was already full when Michael stepped up to the podium. Bright camera lights flashed across his face, microphones were stretched forward, and the air was heavy with tension. Journalists filled the room, their pens ready, their eyes sharp like hunters waiting for prey. This was the moment Michael had planned for, the press conference he had earlier promised. But he knew the questions waiting for him were going to test every ounce of his patience.He stood tall, his suit neatly pressed, his expression calm but firm. Clarissa stood at the side, arms folded, watching him closely. She knew the weight he carried but also knew he had no choice but to face it.“Good morning, everyone,” Michael began, his voice steady. “I know why you are all here. The past weeks have been difficult for this company, for my family, and for everyone who trusts us. But I called this conference to make some things clear.”Almost immediately, a hand shot up. A journalist from one of the leading papers

Sophia sat on the edge of her bed, her phone in her hand, staring at the email that had just entered her inbox. The message was short but heavy with meaning. It was from the Ainsley Group, instructing her to join the company’s team lead on a two-week business trip abroad. The project was one of those high-profile ventures that attracted attention from partners and competitors alike. Being part of it meant that her name, long buried under scandal and whispers, would once again rise among those who mattered.She read the lines over and over, her heart racing faster each time. She wanted to scream in joy, to jump up and dance at this rare breakthrough. For the first time since her family’s fall, someone was trusting her again with something serious, something beyond sympathy or pity. This was business, and her skills had won her this chance.Yet, beneath the excitement, a cold weight pressed on her chest. The timing. The place she was in now. The faces of her mother and sister flashed

The grand hall glittered with chandeliers, the tables laid with gold-rimmed glasses and plates that caught the light. Important faces filled the seats, their voices mixing in low hums of power and influence. Politicians, businessmen, and international partners had gathered for another evening of handshakes, smiles, and promises that often carried more weight than written contracts.But no one expected what was about to happen.When Bohemia stepped onto the stage, the cameras turned immediately toward him. His name had been climbing steadily in the media, and tonight he carried himself like a man who owned the room. His suit was sharp, his smile confident, his eyes burning with ambition. A hush fell as he approached the podium, ready to speak.Then came the shock.At his side, walking slowly but boldly, was Victoria. She was dressed in a simple but elegant gown that hugged her figure in all the right places. Her hair flowed around her shoulders, her chin lifted with a pride that se