The Traps of Black Swan

At the police station,

Shane and Maisie were interrogated separately. While he went with the flow of lies they were living in, she was speaking all the truth with some of her stories. Thus it became a battle between husband and wife.

To resolve it, they had no choice but to ask if there was anybody else to support Maisie. She wanted to say Hayden but she was sure he would do what would be beneficial for Aarvi so, "Vance Hays."

After an hour,

Unlike in the past, Vance Hays was working at his own company as any other employee. Even though the Hays had the company, it was just to show to the world. The real owner of Aaron Rivas.

When he got a call, summoning him to go for some questioning, he was still perplexed about the situation.

"Hello, officer, I am Vance Hays." He was too low profile. Just like another public.

"Mr. Hays, please have a seat." A cop asked him to take a seat. He opened a file as he continued, "We just have a few questions, it won't take a long time."

"No problem." Vance sat down and saw the picture the cop placed in front of him.

"Do you recognize this woman?"

"That's Madam Kelly. Maisie Burnette." He responded promptly while thinking this was going to bring up Ava Kelly.

"What about this man?" 

"Master Kelly, Shane Kelly, elder son of President Kelly." He responded again. He wanted to ask what was going on but held back.

"What about this lady?" The cop continued to make the things mysterious.

Vance furrowed as he answered, "President Evans of Skylar, Aarvi Evans, wife of Aaron Rivas." He looked up from the picture and questioned, "Sir, you probably aren't testing my memory. So what is going on?"

The cop didn't respond. He placed all the pictures back and looked at Vance, "Could you tell us about your canceled wedding with Ava Kelly?"

Vance stared at the cop. He couldn't understand what was going on. He doubted something might be happening behind Aarvi's back.

He again responded with the truth, "Three years ago my family had arranged a wedding with Ava Kelly. The wedding was canceled because I didn't attend the wedding. I had an affair with her friend."

This time the cop furrowed his brows. Maisie told them Ava Kelly was sleeping with men for money, "Wasn't it because she was a prostitute?"

Vance scoffed, "So Madam Kelly is still spreading her toxicity." He couldn't believe that woman never stops.

"What do you mean?" The cop asked and others who were at other tables became curious as this involved Aarvi Evans.

Vance breathed out slowly and briefed up, "That woman cares nothing but money. She was afraid Ava Kelly would take over Kelly International so she wanted to marry off the girl soon to have the family wealth for herself, her son. She never liked her daughter and slandered her every time.." He paused. The current one was Aarvi Evans, so, "Ava Kelly is no more. Could I help you with anything else, sir?" He didn't want them to dig more about Ava Kelly.

The cop who wanted to ask if he had any picture of Ava Kelly, looked like he was going to beat somebody. He was angry to the bones for playing around so long with Maisie's madness.

The other cops looked at each other. Since Shane, Vance, and even the proof saying Ava Kelly is dead, "I am calling the mental asylums." A cop grabbed his mobile.

Another cop laughed, "That woman might be imagining President Evans took over Kelly International. This is crazy."

Vance Hays pitied the woman who didn't know when to argue and when to step back. The cops thanked him for cooperation and prepared to release Shane and sent Maisie to her new home.

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Aarvi's penthouse,

The living room of the penthouse was clean and silent. Further inside, the study room lights were down, the dining hall was untouched, and the kitchen… There seemed to be a big battle that had ended. The flour was all over the island counter, bowls, and floor. The fresh packets and boxes of ingredients were lying on the floor. Some broken, some pouring out.

The trail of white flour led to the master bedroom and the bathroom. The couple was in the bathtub trying to take a bath before the beginning of another battle.

Aarvi's stomach rumbled announcing the words that were on her lips. "Hungry?" He asked, teasingly.

Aarvi: "..."

She lost count of how many times they did from the morning and now. Now she was tired and also hungry for real food, "I am exhausted." She cried ignoring the burning feel of his skin against hers. She didn't dare to move and stayed like a statue.

"You are still talking." He meant she wasn't that exhausted. Well, he was just teasing. But that didn't mean he couldn't go again .. and again.

Aarvi: "..."

'Should she have to be tired to the extent she can't speak and doze off instantly?' She quickly laid on him and yawned, causing him to chuckle.

Before he could comment, his mobile rang leaving both speechless. Aarvi thought he would go out and check it but he turned out to be lazier towards the call. 

Aarvi hated it but still voiced, in case he was avoiding the call because of her, "Check it, Ronron. It might be an emergency."

Aaron knows she doesn't like to be left alone immediately. He thought to answer the call and arrange an alternative. Leaning her back on the tub, he wore the bathrobe before going out.

It was from Milo Wen, not from the hospital. Calling him back, he returned to the bathroom, "This better be important, Milo Wen." He warned the man.

Aarvi who was sulking, turned to him hearing it was Milo Wen, definitely about her parents. Aaron turned on the speaker, seeing her interest.

Milo Wen had two pieces of information. He chose the important one, "Ahem, President Rivas, Err… Mrs. Kelly had mentioned Vance Hays' name. After his visit, the case is officially closed. I just got the news that Mrs. Kelly is sent to the asylum for treatment. Mr. Kelly is at home."

Aaron saw Aarvi's eyes fall dim right after hearing Milo Wen. She forced a smile without meeting his eyes and looked away. He knew she didn't want all these. She just wanted her parents to work in their house and live a little harder life, instead of thinking of wealth and money. 

Probably she also knew what would happen if Maisie kept insisting on Aarvi as Ava Kelly. But it was a little hard to accept that her biological mother ended up in a mental asylum because of her.

Aaron quickly ended the call with a response before Aarvi could take any decision to save Maisie. He cupped her face, "You have tried your best, Cupcake."

Her fingers clutched the sleeves of his robe, "I-I can give the compensation to the insurance company and bring her out. We will not let her know about it." She whispered.

Aaron knew she needed just a few seconds to come up with something. As he guessed, she had a solution without caring that the snake she would bring out would try to bite her back. He disapproved instantly, "No, you are not doing anything like that."

Aarvi knew how her mother was. Maisie might fall silent for a few days under the fear but the craving for wealth would poison her tongue soon.

"I am going to be a mother one day…" She quickly corrected herself for leaving out Aaron, "We are going to be parents in the future. We are not setting a good example." Her voice shook a little. 

Aaron took her bathrobe and pulled her out of the bathtub. Wrapping her, he made her look into eyes and assured her, "We will be better parents. I am certain you are going to be the best mother. Even if our kids get to know about this, I am sure they will understand us."

Aarvi breathed deeply and nodded. He hugged her and kissed her head. He tried to distract her, "I think I am going to be a jealous father if we have a baby boy who tags you every time."

Aarvi imagined a little cute boy cuddling her while Aaron glaring at the little one. When she imagined a little girl playing with him, she involuntarily smiled, "Then we will have only baby girls. I will make them ready every day in pretty dresses, beautiful hairstyles, and cute shoes and send them to you."

His distraction worked and heard her giggle thinking of their future. "I have the most important requirement." He stated.

"Huh?" Aarvi pushed her head back to look at him.

"I need my stunning wife too." Her eyes curled to crescents flashing him an adorable winsome smile. He embraced her back in his arms, recalling his promise to keep that smile safe.

He read the message when his mobile vibrated, [Leon Harmon is REQUESTING for your appointment.]

Now, it was his turn. [Tomorrow at three.] He responded to the message.