EPISODE: 2

• Half to Gerald, half to Emily. That had been the last straw for Gerald. I ran the company. I was the one who stayed by your side. and she gets 50%. She did nothing. He had screamed to his reflection that night. She doesn’t deserve a scent. Gerald had spent days spiraling, consumed by rage and entitlement.
• Emily, the younger sibling, the softer one, had always been their father’s favorite. Emily has heart, Richard once said to his son’s face. You have ambition, Gerald, but she has soul. That’s what this empire needs. That night, Gerald had made the call. A contact from the underworld. A man who didn’t ask questions. A planned hit. A setup.
• A black car on a narrow road breaks tampered. Shots fired through the windshield. But instead of Emily, it had been the driver who died. And Emily’s body was found unconscious, pulled from the wreckage by passing hikers. Still breathing, still alive. Gerald had only found out when the hospital called him. His rage had been silent that day, but Grace, Grace had heard everything, and now she had the evidence.
• “I don’t understand,” said Mr. Hutchkins a few days later as Gerald stood in his office waving papers. “The inheritance can’t just be signed over without Emily’s legal death.” “And she’s not. She’s dying,” Gerald snapped, slamming a fist on the mahogany desk. “Brain trauma machines keeping her alive. What’s the difference?” Hutchkins raised an eyebrow unconvinced.
• I need her death certificate before anything can be transferred entirely. Until then, the assets remain frozen. Gerald’s eyes darkened, then unfreeze mine. My half. I’ll handle the rest. Hutchin sighed. Gerald, I know what you’re trying to do, but I would be very careful from this point forward. Everything leaves a trail. Gerald narrowed his eyes.
• That trail ends soon, he said ominously before walking out. But he didn’t know the real trail had already started with grace and a single recording that could destroy everything he thought he had won. The private facility where Emily now lay recovering was tucked away in the wooded outskirts of the city under the name St.
• Luchia’s rehabilitation center. It was small, discreet, and most importantly unknown to Gerald. Grace paced the hallway just outside Emily’s new room. Her heels clicking furiously against the polished floor. “How’s she doing?” she asked the nurse for the third time that morning. Her vitals are steady.
• They’re swelling, but no longer life-threatening. The nurse replied. Grace closed her eyes in relief, her voice cracking. “Good. Just don’t tell anyone she’s here. Not even if they flash a batch. You understand me?” The nurse nodded. Not a word, ma’am. Grace turned back toward the door and slowly entered the room. Emily lay unconscious, but better, less pale.

EPISODE: 3

• Her chest rising rhythmically beneath clean white sheets. Grace sat beside her and whispered, “You’re going to wake up, M. And when you do, I swear that snake of a brother will pay.” Back at the Kensington estate, Gerald sat alone in his father’s old leather chair, swirling whiskey in a crystal glass. He was getting impatient.
• Still no word from the hospital. He barked into his phone. They said she was moved to another facility, transferred by a relative. His private investigator replied. Gerald frowned. Which relative? They wouldn’t say. No name given, just that she’s in stable condition. Gerald cursed under his breath.
• She should have died in that crash, he muttered. She should be dead. He leaned forward, clutching his head in his hands. Then his phone buzzed. A message from the lawyer. Inheritance split remains pending due to Emily’s condition. We’ll revisit in 30 days. He slammed the phone onto the table, glass shattering. She’s ruining everything, and she’s not even conscious.
• Later that night, Grace met quietly with Mr. Hutchkins at his downtown office. She placed her phone gently on his desk and hit play. Gerald’s voice filled the room. I want the entire inheritance signed over. All of it. She won’t make it past noon. I’ll make sure she’s dead by then. Hutchkins’s face pald as the recording ended. My god, he whispered.
• That’s attempted murder and theft. That’s years in prison. Grace leaned forward. I need your help. Emily will wake up soon, and when she does, we’re taking everything back legally, publicly. I want the world to see what he is. Hutchkins nodded slowly. I’ll start drafting a case file, but we’ll need absolute proof of Emily’s awareness before we proceed.
• Grace stood. She’ll be ready. And when she is, Gerald Kensington will wish he’d died instead of our father. Emily’s eyes fluttered open two weeks later, and the room filled with the sound of her weak gasp. Her body achd, her head throbbed, and the sterile white ceiling above her spun like a carousel.
• Grace, who had fallen asleep in the chair beside her, shot up with a gasp of her own. “Emily! M! Oh my god, Emily!” she exclaimed, grabbing her cousin’s hand with trembling fingers. “Emily blinked slowly, her voice and barely audible.” “Grace, where? Where am I?” Tears rolled down Grace’s cheeks as she pressed the nurse call button and leaned in close.
• You’re safe. You’re safe now. You were in an accident, but you made it, Emily. You held on. Emily’s eyes filled with confusion and then fear. The driver. I remember. There were gunshots. She whispered. Grace’s smile faded. I know him. I know everything. And you’re not crazy. Gerald arranged the whole thing.

EPISODE: 4

• 3 days later, Emily sat propped up in bed, pain meds dulling the worst of her injuries. Grace had told her everything about the recording, the inheritance, the move to the private hospital. Emily stared ahead, voice shaking. He tried to have me killed just for money. Our father’s money. Grace stood by the window, arms crossed, her voice bitter.
• Yes. And not just tried, he’s already siphoning off assets. Hutchkins said he’s been forging paperwork, selling shares, even trying to liquidate the beachfront villa in Monaco. Emily blinked, stunned. I haven’t even signed anything. Exactly. That’s why we can nail him. Hutchkins is building a case. But we need you strong.
• We need your statement, your testimony, and when the time comes, we need you to take the stand and expose him for the monster he is. Emily looked down at her bruised arms, then out the window. He’s not getting a single scent. Not after this. I’ll take everything back, and I’ll make sure he rots for what he did.
• Meanwhile, Gerald was pacing in his office, paranoia growing like a storm cloud. Why haven’t we found her? He barked into the phone. I hired you to locate a woman in a coma, not to play hideand seek. The investigator hesitated. She’s off-grid. Whoever moved her did it with highlevel discretion. No name on record, no insurance data, nothing.
• Almost like they knew someone would come looking. Gerald slammed the phone down and stormed to the liquor cabinet. Grace, he hissed. It has to be Grace. He stared at his reflection in the glass cabinet. If she knows, if she heard what I said. He poured himself a drink, but couldn’t bring it to his lips.
• He knew something was unraveling. What he didn’t know was that the first thread had already been pulled, and it was only a matter of time before the whole fabric of his deception came crashing down. The soft hum of medical machine still echoed faintly in Emily’s ears as she stood for the first time in weeks, her legs weak but steady.
• Grace supported her, her hands firm under Emily’s elbow. You’re doing great, she encouraged. Emily’s jaw was tight. I’m tired of lying down. I want my life back, Grace. I want everything he tried to take from me. Grace nodded solemnly. You will? Hutchkins has already prepared the documentation for the injunction.
• Once he confirms your mental and physical capacity, we can freeze every illegal transaction Gerald has initiated. Emily’s eyes blazed. He put a bullet in my direction. He watched me suffer. And now he’s out there sipping wine with my name on deeds and accounts that were never his. Her voice cracked, but her spine straightened.
• I’m done hiding. 2 days later, Mr. Hutchkins arrived at the private hospital. His expression softened when he saw Emily sitting upright in her robe, sharper and fiercer than he remembered. “Miss Kensington,” he greeted with a respectful bow of the head. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you alive.” Emily gave a tight smile.

EPISODE: 5

• “Alive, yes, not yet, but I’m working on it.” Hutchkins pulled out a thick folder and opened it. Gerald has moved aggressively. He’s transferred funds from shared accounts, filed property claims using forged medical documents, suggesting you are mentally incapacitated. If we don’t act fast, then act now, Emily interrupted.
• You have my signature. You have my words. File the restraining order, freeze every asset, and prepare the lawsuit. And most importantly, she leaned forward, eyes locked on his. Let’s bring him down for attempted murder. Hutchkins nodded gravely. We’re with you all the way. That same evening, Gerald arrived at his penthouse only to be served by a silent courier in a gray suit.
• He ripped the envelope open and read the bold words, “Emergency injunction. Freeze on all personal and corporate assets.” Below it, another line, “Subject to investigation into allegations of fraud, misappropriation of wealth, and attempted homicide.” His hand trembled. “What the hell is this?” he shouted. He threw the papers across the room and stormed toward the balcony, yanking his phone out of his pocket.
• Get me, Hutchkins, now, but there was no answer. A second call. Voicemail. Gerald’s breathing became ragged. You should have stayed in that hospital bed, Emily, he whispered to the knight. Now I’ll have to finish what I started. Gerald slammed his office door shut behind him the next morning, his face pale with rage.
• I need every damn lawyer in this building in my office in the next 10 minutes. He barked into the intercom. His assistant stammered a reply before hurrying off. Papers littered his desk, bank statements, cease and desist orders, asset freezes, and a formal notice for an impending criminal investigation. Everything he’d stolen, sold, or laundered from the family fortune was now under legal scrutiny.
• She’s alive,” he muttered, gripping the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white. “She’s alive and she’s fighting back.” Then came the knock. He turned and there stood Grace. Calm, unreadable. Her arms crossed. “You look unsettled, cousin,” she said cooly. “Problem with the paperwork.” Gerald’s eyes widened. “You,” He growled. “You moved her.
• You hid her. You betrayed your own blood.” Grace stepped in and shut the door behind her. “No, Gerald. I protected her from you. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he spat. “None of this will hold. She was in no state to make legal decisions. She’s mentally unstable, traumatized. She’s not even fully recovered.