Selina stumbled and crashed to the earth, her balance lost.

Gazing up at the towering figure shielding the woman beside him, waves of dread crashed over her.

Her final trump card played and lost, defeat was inevitable.

“Selina, help me!" The plea echoed from Beal as he was hauled off by the officers, looking back in desperation.

Selina's breathing was ragged. She struggled to rise, to plead for mercy.

Yet, her body refused to cooperate.

Tears carved paths down her cheeks.

Fear and panic seized her.

After two decades of splendor and riches, could this be their bitter conclusion?

What lay ahead for her?

Would the Moreno family cast her aside?

Without their shield, she'd be reduced to the masses.

Above, brooding clouds shrouded the sun, thunder muttering its approach.

Raindrops, plump as beans, began their descent.

“It's starting to rain, Rosa. Let's head in," Gail suggested, tenderly shielding Rosalynn's head.

Rosalynn's heart warmed, and with a nod, she clasped Gail's waist, both seeking refuge in the villa.

Brian and the others trailed behind.

Kyson lingered, contemplating the forlorn figure on the ground, words teetering on the edge of his lips, then withheld.

Finally, he offered, "Selina, the rain's coming. Let's go inside."

Selina's eyes, brimming with tears, met his.