Novels by Misty_writes

Sara’s POV The ride back to the hotel was quiet, but my mind was anything but. The streets passed by in a blur, and I kept replaying the conversation with Thomas over and over. Richard had ordered the murder of my parents. Jude had covered it up. And I had been left to live in a web of lies. The truth was out there, but getting it would mean putting myself directly in the line of fire. Yet, despite everything, my thoughts kept circling back to Zack. I had told him to stay away, to give me time, but now I realized how much I needed him. He had been there for me through everything—through the grief, through the pain—and right now, with my world turned upside down, I needed him more than ever. I missed him. His warmth, his presence, the way he always made me feel like I wasn’t alone in the fight. Before I knew it, I found myself dialing his number. I didn’t care if it was too soon or if I wasn’t ready. I needed him. "Sara?" His voice on the other end was a mix of surprise and

Sara’s POV After silencing my phone, I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the blank wall ahead of me. The silence of the hotel room was deafening. The weight of what I had just done—cutting Zack out, even temporarily—settled heavily in my chest. He had always been there, my anchor through the worst of it. But now, the storm I was in was too dark, too dangerous for him to weather with me. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. This wasn’t about Zack or our relationship. This was about uncovering the truth, no matter what it cost. If Richard had orchestrated my parents' deaths and forced Jude to take the blame, there was no telling how far his reach went—or what other lies were hiding beneath the surface. Thomas Avery. His name was the only lead I had, and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers. I grabbed my laptop, fingers trembling as I started searching for any trace of him. It took hours, scrolling through page after page of vague mentions, but eventual

Sara’s POV As I stormed out of Jude’s house, my mind raced with the weight of his confession. His words echoed in my ears, but something didn’t sit right. It was too simple, too… convenient. Jude may have taken the blame, but deep down, I knew there had to be more to the story. My parents’ deaths couldn’t just be explained away as an accident caused by Jude trying to protect me. No, there was something bigger—something he wasn’t telling me. I walked through the quiet streets, the cold night air barely registering as my thoughts spiraled. Jude was a manipulator, yes, but he wasn’t a murderer. He had always wanted control, power—but would he really kill my parents? Or was he hiding something worse? The pieces slowly began to click into place. Richard. Jude had mentioned my father being too deep in something dangerous. What if Richard had something to do with it all along? What if Jude was just a pawn in a much larger game? My heart pounded as I replayed every interaction with

Sara’s POV The next few days passed in a blur of restless nights and endless questions. I barely slept, my mind too busy trying to piece together the fragments of my past. I dug through old documents, letters, anything that might give me a clue. But nothing made sense. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jude. His silence, his refusal to give me answers—it gnawed at me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that everything I knew about my parents’ death came from him. Every detail, every painful memory, had been shaped by his version of events. But now, that version felt hollow. What if Jude had manipulated me all along? What if he had something to gain from keeping me in the dark? The thought hit me like a punch to the gut. My parents had left behind a lot—money, property, everything that would have gone to me when I turned eighteen. But Jude had been the one in control of it all until then. He told me to get married and I did just that but what if he had been after s

Sara’s POV “I told you what I believed at the time. What I still believe.” “Belief isn’t enough,” I said, my voice rising. “I need facts, Jude. I need to know what really happened that night.” He leaned back, staring at me with a mixture of sadness and frustration, so I thought. “Sara, there are things you don’t understand. Things I didn’t want you to get involved in. The truth is complicated, and I was trying to protect you from it.” I shook my head, my heart racing. “Protect me? By letting me believe a lie?” Jude’s face hardened. “Richard is lying to you. He’s trying to turn you against me, against everything I’ve done for you.” I stood up, unable to sit still any longer. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep living in this shadow of doubt. If you can’t give me the truth, then I’ll find it myself.” Jude stood too, his eyes pleading. “Sara, don’t do this. Don’t let him get inside your head. You’re like a daughter to me—everything I did was for you.” I swallowed ha

Sara’s POV “I wish I knew,” Richard said, looking me straight in the eye. “I’ve spent months trying to figure out why I was blamed. But there’s one thing I do know, Sara: your parents’ deaths were part of something bigger, something none of us fully understand.” His words felt like a punch to the gut. Bigger? What did that mean? I wanted answers, but every question only seemed to lead to more uncertainty, more doubt. I couldn’t stay here anymore. The room felt suffocating, and the truth—or whatever twisted version of it this was—was too much to take in all at once. Without another word, I turned and walked out, my footsteps heavy against the cold hospital floor. Mary rushed to catch up with me in the hallway. “Sara, are you okay? What did he say?” I shook my head, not even sure how to begin explaining. “He said… he said he didn’t do it. He doesn’t know who did.” Mary’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t say anything. She just walked beside me as we left the hospital,