A sound of laughter fills the small room."You're surprised aren't you? I just manage to know everything about you. About the two billion... About your corruption and embezzlements... And now, your involvement in the Tiara Case."Richard shuffles backwards till there is nowhere to shift to anymore. "I... I...""You what?""I don't know what you're talking about."The voice becomes passive. "I would have thought you would know better than that by now."A resounding slap echoes in the room.For someone who has been stepped on, hit and punched, another slap is just another beating at this point.He's not numb but his mind is too much distracted to pay attention to the momentary pain.How the fuck does this unknown man always know everything?"So, are you willing to talk now?"Richard stutters. "But... But I didn't get involved the way you think."He scoffs. "Do you think the police is interested in that helpless confession? All those sons of bitches need to know is the fact that you were

"Arielle Brown..."It has become such a routine now that she doesn't need to respond anymore and just stand up.It just so happens that the case she's involved in is a very high profile case so everyone's eyes on it, including the higher ups and the public and there can't be no slacking off and that's what exactly they are not doing...They pull her out of her cell every now and then for interrogations and stuff just to not seem idle. The female police officer leads her to the main hallway.Arielle looks at her but she has her regular don't talk to me, I won't answer you, look on, so she does not say anything but she already knows where they are headed.The last time, the headache had lasted for hours even after the medication had worn off. She plans to mention it to the doctor.Outside, she sees the detective, driver and the van waiting...She has come to appreciate her time outside the station walls now, something she never did whenever she had been free. She had cared only about m

"That's a brilliant thought. How do I get it in her drink though?"Roger laughs. "I think that's up to you, you want to fuck her alone after all.""Don't worry, I would have you with me. You'll be my watch guard, and I may even give you the spicy news of it all when I'm done."Roger rolls his eyes. "Like a third wheel? How about I bring my own woman then?"Just a bait but he already knows what Mike's answer will be."No, what if she makes noise and it wakes Ivy up before we complete what we are done? By the way, do you know how many hours the aphrodisiac will work for? I'm sure I'm going to be up for many many rounds that night with her, especially as she would be the one throwing herself at me, begging me to fuck her..." His eyes take on a hazy faraway look as he's imagining and looking forward to that day.Roger shakes his head and pushes him. "Stop daydreaming... The time will come, you don't need to imagine it before the time. You'll just get disappointed when the time comes."Mik

"What are you doing?! Come on, let me go... I'll give you everything I've got, just release me." Richard pleads and begs on his knees with a black cloth tied over his face.A gruff laughter echoes in the room. "What have you got to give me that I don't have already?" The unknown man asks, sitting in the shadows and watching the man tied less than ten feet of him.Richard shivers for some reason. He doesn't know this voice and yet it seems so familiar to him... Fear clouds a person's memory anyway. "I have a lot. I am Richard Wright. Just let me make a call to my family and you'll know how far my hands go.""Your family? That whore you sleep with? Or the actual Wright's who exiled you less than a month ago?"Richard swallows. "I see you know everything. Just let me go, I'll do something for you, anything.""You can't even do anything for yourself than try to force yourself on your ex wife. Disgusting idiot."Richard scoffs. "You're a man, you will understand if I say some women deserve

The arrival in Washington DC mirrored the twilight spectacle Ashton had grown accustomed to in New York. Its a city alive with the energy of its inhabitants as day surrendered to night. Stepping off the plane, he felt a familiar sense of exhilaration mixed with a pang of longing for his wife, Ivy. The sight of the sprawling cityscape, with its gleaming monuments and bustling streets, stirred memories of their plans to travel together.Before Ashton could fully immerse himself in the sights and sounds of the nation's capital, his phone buzzed with a message from Ivy. A photo accompanied by a heartfelt message instantly brought a smile to his face, warming his heart with the reminder of the love awaiting him at home. With renewed determination, he set off towards his first order of business, eager to make the most of his time in the city.Navigating through the many numbers of people, Ashton made his way to his scheduled meeting, the anticipation of reuniting with Ivy lending an extra s