Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"I can understand if Betty has lost her mind. She wasn't a normal person in the first place. But how did she lose so much blood?" Alyssa grazed her lips against Jasper's palm.

"I heard she was laughing and cursing at the detention center. She'd grab anyone she saw and claim to be a Beckett, saying that her father is the president of the Beckett Group. The inmates beat her up. The more they beat, the more agitated she became."

Jasper's heart melted at Alyssa's submissive demeanor. He couldn't resist trailing his fingertips over her milk-stained lips.

"What an ambitious lunatic." Alyssa sneered.

"Last night, something must have snapped in Betty's head. She cut her hand and smeared blood on her cellmate and the wall, hence the blood loss."

"Perhaps she was already teetering on the edge of sanity then. She still remembered that she had contracted AIDS. She probably used her disease as a means to retaliate against the inmates."

within them. "But honestly, it's better this way. I was at a loss about what

three to five years for assault. However, if deemed mentally unstable, she'd be committed to a mental institution. There, she could continue to cling to

day marked

household, leaving a family shattered by internal

great misfortune. Yet, despite the turmoil, the funeral

had been a legend and a powerful figure in his time. To face such a

care. The attendees were mostly acquaintances from the business world or old friends. Loyal to a fault, these "people of the trade" ensured a respectable ceremony even amidst the Harper Group's

suit and carried his grandfather's photo as they made their way to the burial site. His heavy steps mirrored the weight of his grief while his emotionless eyes,

Becketts and Taylors stood by him. Jasper and Alyssa, representing their families, offered

unfazed by the criticism, standing tall and resolute, his gaze unwavering and commanding. Those who sought to stir trouble