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The reporters swiveled their attention back to the three members of the Hayes family, their expressions a mix of panic and disbelief, frozen like deer in headlights.
Stella's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Soon, the police will come for you. They say the wheels of justice turn slowly, but they never stop. You thought you hid your crimes well—but you were wrong."
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving them standing there, utterly unraveled.
The media swarmed after her, hungry for more details about the Hayes family's abuse. But Stella shut them down with a pained shake of her head. "I can't relive this right now. It's too much."
Some journalists pushed harder, angling for an exclusive interview. "Maybe later," she said quietly, "when I've had time to recover." Still, they shoved business cards into her hands—this story was gold, and none of them wanted to miss out.
Meanwhile, Jordan watched the trio's frantic expressions, sensing their desperation to flee. He pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant.
"Keep an eye on those three," he said, voice low and dangerous. "I don't care what you have to do—just make sure they don't slip away before the police get to them."
"Understood." His assistant didn't need further explanation. Jordan had a reputation for being ruthless when crossed.
Jordan had planned to deal with the Hayes family later—but they just kept pushing. Stella had walked away, yet they still came after her. Fine. They'd brought this on themselves.
By the time the Hayes family arrived at the police station, they were a bloody, battered mess—so much so that even the officers recoiled. "What the hell happened to you?" one cop asked, brow furrowed.
Andrew, Fiona, and Anna collapsed onto the floor, wailing. "You have to help us," Fiona sobbed. "Stella did this. She lured the press away so her people could ambush us. How could she turn on her own family like this?"
Each of them bore brutal injuries, but Anna was the worst—barely conscious, her body a canvas of bruises. They'd begged their attackers to take her to a hospital, but instead, they'd been dumped here. 'If she dies...'
The officer frowned. "Your daughter did this?"
"Yes," Fiona spat, venom dripping from her voice. "That ungrateful bitch! After everything we've done for her, she repays us like this?"
"You mean Stella?"
"Yes, Anna is her own twin sister! What kind of monster beats her sibling half to death?" Fiona shouted.
"Why would she attack you?"
Fiona's mouth snapped shut. "It—it's about Troy," she muttered, then quickly backtracked. "Forget that. Just get us to a hospital before Anna bleeds out."
Just then, a phone rang. The officer who answered listened for a moment, then nodded sharply. "Got it." Hanging up, he barked orders. "Lock them up. Now."
Fiona and Andrew were bewildered. As officers began dragging them away, they protested frantically, "We're injured. Look at us!"
"Don't worry," the cop said flatly. "We've got ointment for you."
"But Anna—she needs a hospital!" Fiona cried.
"She won't die here," the officer replied dismissively before shoving them inside.
Stella had no idea any of this had happened—until Max showed up at her doorstep.
Stella's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Soon, the police will come for you. They say the wheels of justice turn slowly, but they never stop. You thought you hid your crimes well—but you were wrong."
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving them standing there, utterly unraveled.
The media swarmed after her, hungry for more details about the Hayes family's abuse. But Stella shut them down with a pained shake of her head. "I can't relive this right now. It's too much."
Some journalists pushed harder, angling for an exclusive interview. "Maybe later," she said quietly, "when I've had time to recover." Still, they shoved business cards into her hands—this story was gold, and none of them wanted to miss out.
Meanwhile, Jordan watched the trio's frantic expressions, sensing their desperation to flee. He pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant.
"Keep an eye on those three," he said, voice low and dangerous. "I don't care what you have to do—just make sure they don't slip away before the police get to them."
"Understood." His assistant didn't need further explanation. Jordan had a reputation for being ruthless when crossed.
Jordan had planned to deal with the Hayes family later—but they just kept pushing. Stella had walked away, yet they still came after her. Fine. They'd brought this on themselves.
By the time the Hayes family arrived at the police station, they were a bloody, battered mess—so much so that even the officers recoiled. "What the hell happened to you?" one cop asked, brow furrowed.
Andrew, Fiona, and Anna collapsed onto the floor, wailing. "You have to help us," Fiona sobbed. "Stella did this. She lured the press away so her people could ambush us. How could she turn on her own family like this?"
Each of them bore brutal injuries, but Anna was the worst—barely conscious, her body a canvas of bruises. They'd begged their attackers to take her to a hospital, but instead, they'd been dumped here. 'If she dies...'
The officer frowned. "Your daughter did this?"
"Yes," Fiona spat, venom dripping from her voice. "That ungrateful bitch! After everything we've done for her, she repays us like this?"
"You mean Stella?"
"Yes, Anna is her own twin sister! What kind of monster beats her sibling half to death?" Fiona shouted.
"Why would she attack you?"
Fiona's mouth snapped shut. "It—it's about Troy," she muttered, then quickly backtracked. "Forget that. Just get us to a hospital before Anna bleeds out."
Just then, a phone rang. The officer who answered listened for a moment, then nodded sharply. "Got it." Hanging up, he barked orders. "Lock them up. Now."
Fiona and Andrew were bewildered. As officers began dragging them away, they protested frantically, "We're injured. Look at us!"
"Don't worry," the cop said flatly. "We've got ointment for you."
"But Anna—she needs a hospital!" Fiona cried.
"She won't die here," the officer replied dismissively before shoving them inside.
Stella had no idea any of this had happened—until Max showed up at her doorstep.
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