LOGINChapter 111
3rd POV
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Mannie’s POVThe moment I entered the neighborhood, I noticed the unfamiliar car parked there, and my brows immediately furrowed.My steps slowed without me realizing it.The grocery bag in my hand shifted slightly as I tightened my
Chapter 1113rd POVMannie walked out of the hotel in quick strides, fearful that she might see David's face and feel pity for him.Her heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she moved, each step faster than the last. Her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling as if she had
Mannie’s POVMy hand typed away on the computer, words filling the screen as I wrote down a brief on the wolf artifact I had restored.The soft clicking of the keyboard echoed in the quiet office. Each tap felt steady, but my fingers were slightly stiff, like they were holding back something else.
rd PovMannie looked at the TV, a sigh escaping her lips. For the past 3 days, she had always been watching the news, waiting for when the police would announce that they had gotten hold of the killer. But, for the past 3 days, nothing.
MANNIE’S POVThat strange prickling at the back of my neck. The quiet sense that someone’s eyes were fixed on me.The office building doors slid shut behind me with a soft hiss. Evening air brushed my face, cool and slightly damp. The parking lot lights flickered on one by one as the sun sank behind the buildings.
MANNIE’S POVThe office door shook as it slammed open.Shane.His face was red, eyes wide with fury. His tie was loose, shirt sleeves rolled up. He looked like a storm that had come alive.“You!” he yelled, pointing
The elevator ride up to the president’s floor felt like being strapped to a missile. Fast and deadly with no way out.I clutched my folder like it was a shield, hoping it could protect me from whatever storm was waiting above. My heart pounded against my ribs, loud and anxious. My palms were swea
I lay flat on the metal bench in my cell, arms folded under my head, staring up at the cracked ceiling like it held answers I’d somehow missed.The silence pressed against my ears, broken only by the sound of distant footsteps and the sounds coming from adjacent cells.My thoughts raced, twisted an
I didn’t know the walls could talk until they turned against me.The prison cell was cold. Not the kind of cold that made you shiver on the outside, but the kind that sank deep into your bones and reminded you that no matter how hard you tried, life would always find a new way to break you.I sat o
Mannie’s POVI stared at Clarissa Lin’s number on my phone for a long time.I wasn’t shaking.I was boiling.This wasn’t just about me anymore. This was about every woman Evan had hurt. Every victim who never got justice. Every woman who walked into that office scared of a man with power and a fake







