Donald moore was pushed out of the station like a hardened criminal, cuffs jangled, biting his wrist. The entrance of the station flooded with reporters and media staff workers. Cameras flashes flickered the entrance with frantic clicks. The reporters pushed forward with microphones, throwing series of questions, each one cutting deeper like a dagger stab to Donald Moore's chest. "Is it true you killed Benjamin, your opponent's husband?" "Is he a threat to you? Did you have any business with him before that's why you ended his life?" "Did you kill him single-handedly?" Donald moore couldn't believe what was happening outside. So pitiful. The man was innocent, but everything....every evidence was pointing at him. Cornered. Final. Tears burned in his eyes. His lips quivered, not for words, but in sheer shock. Everything went south from the moment he decided to attend Serena daughter's funeral. But it looks as though he was in his own funeral procession now. The door of th

"or you're asking about how I feel deep in love with you." Kane started. Isadora stood there in shock. Her heart skipping beats on beats. A wide smile spread over her face knowing exactly what was coming."I thought I had gotten to the end of the tunnel— That I would never find a woman who would love me like you do. But your affection for me surpassed my imagination. I'm not blind, Dora," He paused with a sweet smile. Isadora's face flushed crimson. "I see everything; How you have been caring for me, how you value both big and little time with you."Your presence had been a source of light in this house. In my heart. In my life. You lit my world so bright I outshine everyone. It is you, Isadora."Gently, Kane pulled out the ring from the box. At this point, tears blurred Isadora's eyes, her palm clapped over her mouth as the sheer surprise of the proposal make her heart flutter with butterflies.The tears slipped from her eyes gently when Kane asked."Will you be my wife, Isadora?"

Serena's eyes narrowed fully to the top screen, the vote counts blurring in her vision like she's suddenly developed defect."What's that?" She mumbled, curious, tapping the second notification.'You have 15 minutes to comply or the video will be released.' She read.Her curiosity piqued. Above the text message is a clip attached.She knew better than anymore to click on any random stuff on the net. She looked at the sender detail. It was unknown. No digits. No address. It looks suspicious, but she couldn't shake away the curiosity eating her up.Then her finger moved to the screen, clicking on the clip.The screen flicked. Buffering. Her gaze fixed on the screen intently.Then the screen came life.The video played. The major background was a bed. The same room she just woke up. The Ambiance was dim, but she could remember just as much as she was seeing from the video.She and Alejandro Castillo, entangled on the bed. It was exactly the previous night's pleasure. The night after her

The ward fell into silence, heart monitor beeping, not for a signal of life but a warning signal.Inspector Frank tensed, his confidence flickering, nearing a crash under the searing gaze of Elijah. James looked at Elijah with a surprising expression, wondering if those words had merely slipped from his tongue or he just blurted it to shake the Feds away, because hearing the way he accentuated the words, it looks really threatening. It wasn't the broken voice of the broke student he knew back in the days. Inspector James took one step closer, his boot thumping. The nervous expression dissolved into a mask of amusement.He chuckled lightly. “What do you say you're going to do again? Call the chief of police? You're a hilarious one.” He laughed maniacally, voice dripping with mockery. “You think you're some kind of powerful ruler who can beacon at the Chief of police just insignificantly? Disrespect for the higher-ups should be added to your crime record!" He hissed with an amusing ed

VALENTINE DAY.At the presidential lounge, Elijah stood in front of a gigantic mirror hanging from the wall. He smiled, tugging on the hem of his suit for the second time. On his feet were pairs of sparkling Luis Vuitton loafers. Mrs. Keith had the outfits delivered specially for today as requested by Elijah. He looks different. Really different. Like he was bathed in gold overnight.He stepped away from the mirror and turned slowly but he froze, eyes pinned to a spot. For a fleeting seconds, it seemed time Paused.Suddenly, a wide smile bloomed over Elijah's face.Standing a few metre away was Martha. She looks exceptionally beautiful, radiating like the morning sun, draped in an Oxblood gown that flowed to the floor, sweeping on the pristine stairs as she descended like a royal. A gold necklace glinted above the neck curve, Scattering lights.She looks Sixteen. Sweet sixteen.“How do I look, Son?" A smile exploded on her face.Elijah swallowed, taking a step forward, gaze locked on