Clarissa's frustration grew with every passing moment, her mind consumed by a mix of anger and hurt.She continued to pace back and forth in her room, her grip on the phone tightening as she held it up to her ear.Her voice trembled with a combination of anger and disappointment as she addressed Reynold."No you listen to me," she said, her tone infused with a palpable sense of exasperation."I don't care if your intention wasn't to provoke me into agreeing to a divorce, but did you even stop to consider the impact your actions could have on our children if they were to see that article about you with that woman?"Reynold's voice came through the phone, carrying a trace of regret."It was meant to be a private meeting. How was I supposed to know that some crazy reporter would take a picture of us together and fabricate such a story?"Clarissa let out a frustrated breath, her irritation permeating the air."So that's it...Is that really going to be your only response?" she asked, her v
After ending his call with Clarissa, Reynold placed his phone in the center console storage of his car and gazed out of the window, his mind consumed by frustration and exhaustion.As he took a deep breath, attempting to find some semblance of calm, a knock on the opposite side of the window startled him.Turning his attention towards the source of the sound, Reynold's eyes met Megan's shy smile and wave as she leaned forward.His initial surprise lingered as he reached over and opened the car door for her.With a flushed face, Megan swiftly entered the car, releasing a relieved breath."Thanks," she murmured, casting a brief glance around the car before fixing her gaze on Reynold, who appeared far from excited."Why did you choose to meet in your car on the side of the road?" She inquired, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she observed Reynold. Reynold let out a weary sigh, his hand instinctively reaching up to rub his forehead. "I apologize for the unconventional meeting s
Alexander found himself seated on the patio of his house, basking in the warm morning sun.As he absent-mindedly scrolled through his phone, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a call from his father, George."Hey, Dad," he greeted, his voice a blend of anticipation and concern."Alexander, can you come to Clark's right away?" George asked urgently.Alexander's brows furrowed in surprise. "Of course, Dad. Is something wrong?""No, they've just uncovered another lead on Red Saint, one that is sure to result in his capture this time."A surge of hope flooded Alexander's heart upon hearing his father's words.Renewed by the prospect of justice, Alexander responded with a resolute tone, "I'm on my way," and hung up the phone.The arduous path he had trodden for so long now felt purposeful and invigorating.~•~•~•~•As Alexander stepped into the headquarters of Jim Carrey Bureau of Investigation Agency.A private investigating company, headed by a former deputy director for investiga
"Hello... Red Saint?" Megan's voice resonated through the dimly lit apartment.She cautiously stepped forward, her senses heightened, trying to discern his whereabouts.Amid the tense atmosphere, her phone suddenly buzzed in her pocket.She retrieved it and glanced at the screen, revealing a message with a simple instruction; 'I'm up at the roof, go through the door in front of you.'Taking a deep breath, Megan summoned her resolve and approached the door directly ahead.It emitted an eerie creak as it swung open, revealing a narrow staircase leading upward, towards the rooftop.The faint lighting accentuated the sense of mystery, transforming each step she took into a thrilling journey into the unknown.Finally, Megan stood on the rooftop, her eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness enveloping the space.The moonlight cast eerie shadows, adding a touch of mystery to the encounter.Her gaze swept across the expanse, desperately searching for the one who had asked for her presence.An
Except for Clarissa's triplets, the entire Cena family had assembled at the morgue, creating an atmosphere of somberness and tense anticipation.Harriet's eyes remained fixed upon the motionless figure of the young man lying before them, her gaze reflecting a blend of astonishment and residual resentment.It was unfathomable to her that the person responsible for inflicting immeasurable suffering upon her family had, at last, departed this world.As the weight of the moment settled upon her, Harriet couldn't help but feel an undeniable satisfaction washing over her.The sight of him in this state brought forth a bittersweet sense of closure, offering respite from the unrelenting torment they had endured.Yet, deep within her, she couldn't shake the feeling that death had granted him a mercy he didn't deserve.She had yearned for him to confront the consequences of his actions, to truly comprehend the pain and suffering he had inflicted upon their lives.However, she had no choice but
The morgue was filled with silence, broken only by the soft sound of heels clicking on the cold, tiled floor.A mysterious person, dressed in a somber black suit, moved purposefully through the quiet space, heading straight for a specific mortuary cooler.With deliberate movements, he opened the door, revealing the lifeless body of a man.As the figure's eyes met the lifeless form, time appeared to freeze, and a profound sorrow washed over his expression, leaving behind deep lines of grief etched upon his face.•~•~•~•~•Flashback•~•~•~•~•Bathed in the room's bright light, a man became consumed by anger, unleashing violent kicks and furious slams that sent objects crashing to the floor.His rapid breaths mirrored the intensity of his emotions.Observing the chaotic scene a few steps away, another man remained remarkably composed, hands casually tucked into his pockets.He silently absorbed the unfolding outburst.Finally, unable to endure it any longer, the composed man broke the si
In the midst of the surrounding darkness, Camilla's breathing quickened, and she tightly gripped the handrail for support.Her heart raced within her chest as the elevator finally stopped falling.And even though he couldn't see her, the sound of Camilla's breathing stirred immense concern in Edward."Camilla, are you alright?" he called out, his voice tinged with genuine worry.Instead of responding, Camilla, haunted by her past trauma and now suffering from PTSD(Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) triggered by the darkness, remained frozen in fear.The oppressive darkness and the confined space overwhelmed her, temporarily robbing her of the ability to communicate.Edward's concern grew as he strained his ears, desperately hoping to hear any sign that Camilla was alright.With no response forthcoming, he released the handrail and reached out, his hands searching for her.But when his fingertips finally made contact with her arm, she let out a piercing scream, shocking him to his core."
The doorbell chimed, 'ding dong' resonating through Camilla's luxury serviced apartment."I'll be right there," she called out, her voice echoing from the distant reaches of the living room.As the door swung open, Edward stood before her, clutching a magnificent bouquet of roses.Despite his casual attire of a t-shirt and jeans, an air of elegance and refinement enveloped him.His dark, lustrous hair was expertly braided, lending him a polished look, while his face radiated a gentle smile."Good evening," he greeted, his words leaving Camilla in a state of astonishment.She remained rooted at the threshold, draped in her pajamas, her blonde hair gathered in a disheveled bun.After a brief pause of awe and confusion, Camilla finally found her voice.".....Hi," she uttered, her internal thoughts racing to process the unexpected visit.Edward's smile widened, a warm affection shining in his eyes.He took in Camilla's pajama-clad charm and artfully tousled hair, inwardly praising her nat