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The Faked death
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I HEARD HIM SAY " DADDY" Rewriting Annalise.
ANNALISE“I hate you, Sam. I hate you.”The words tore out of me as I screamed at the television, my voice fracturing halfway through, my throat burning, my chest tight with the force of it. Breathing hurt, but I didn’t stop. Sam’s face filled the screen, calm and steady, heartbreakingly convincing, and anyone watching would believe him; he looked like a man destroyed by loss, a devoted husband, a grieving widower.I stared at him, and I hoped my rage might somehow reach through the glass and strangle him. I remembered everything: giving up my career, handing my fashion house to him without hesitation, smiling through endless events I never cared about, standing at his side like a loyal shadow, trusting him with my future, my name, my life.And this was what he did with it.He betrayed me, tried to kill me, and now he stood before the world declaring me dead, as if erasing me could erase what he’d done. A backstabbing bastard, yes, but worse than that, he hadn’t stabbed me in the b
I HEARD HIM SAY " DADDY" TOAST TO VICTORY
SAM I smiled faintly when I saw the post. ANNALISE CARTER, FAMOUS COUNTY DESIGNER, IS DEAD. The words felt surreal, almost too perfect to be real. For a moment, I let myself breathe, slow and deliberate. Finally, Elena’s plan had pulled through. Every sleepless night, every calculated step, every tiny manipulation had led to this moment. The company—our company—would soon have full ownership. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of triumph and relief that was almost intoxicating. Even if Annalise somehow came back, no one would believe her story. No one would remember her well enough to doubt us. We could claim she had lost her memory, that she had fabricated some delusion. Everything would be fine. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. Triumph flickered inside me, sharp and fleeting. It was dangerous, this victory. It made my chest tighten with anticipation and fear all at once. I glanced at Elena, who sat beside me, her expression unreadable yet
I HEARD HIM SAY " DADDY" The Faked death
ANNALISE I tapped my chest. Hard. Again. My fingers stung against my ribs, but I needed to feel it. Needed to convince myself I was still here. Alive. Breathing. Annalise. You’re here. You are not dead. The thought should have been comforting. It wasn’t. My hands hovered over my phone. The screen glowed with Allison’s message: Dead. The word sat there, blunt, uncompromising. Dead. And it wasn’t just a warning or a rumor. The message carried certainty. I tried to type, tried to push back against the fear tightening my chest. I wanted to write: No, that’s not true. I’m right here. My fingers trembled. The words refused to form. Then my eyes drifted to the television. It had been playing softly in the background, filling the room with low noise I hadn’t noticed until now. And suddenly, my attention sharpened. A face. A voice I knew too well. It was Sam. He looked older on the screen, lined from faking exhaustion or grief—I wasn’t sure which. His voice was steady, controlled, the
I HEARD HIM SAY " DADDY" The lie that felt like home
ANNALISEI lay on the bed long after Aiden and the doctor had left, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as though it might crack open and reveal answers I was too afraid to ask aloud. The room smelled faintly of lavender and freshly laundered sheets—a comfort I didn’t deserve. A comfort that felt intrusive, like kindness knocking where pain had already taken root. My body rested, but my mind refused. Every nerve, every thought was on high alert, tangled and raw.Aiden had gone for his appointment.The words circled in my head like vultures: he had said them so easily, so calmly. As if everything were normal. As if my life, as it had been, hadn’t collapsed overnight. But nothing felt normal. Not the house. Not the lie. Not the terrifying kindness. Not the way I had been yanked from a life of control and safety into this borrowed, precarious existence.From being married to a narcissist, betrayed by the man I had once loved, betrayed by the maid I had trusted—suddenly, I was hiding. Pregnant.
I HEARD HIM SAY " DADDY" The Runaway Truth
CHAPTER FIFTEEN : THE RUNAWAY TRUTHSAMI lay facing the wall, my body rigid despite the warm sheets beneath me. The room was silent, save for the faint hum of the city outside, a constant reminder that the world didn’t pause for anyone’s problems. My phone vibrated sharply on the nightstand, and I flinched, half expecting it to be bad news. When I saw the name flashing on the screen—Veronica—I felt my chest tighten. Why now? Was Simeon okay? I swallowed hard. Elena was asleep beside me, her steady breathing a cruel reminder of the life I had tangled with, of the impossible mess I had created.I swung my legs off the bed, my feet touching the cold floor, and answered the call. My voice sounded hoarse even to me.“Why haven’t you been picking up?” Veronica’s voice was sharp, edged with irritation but underscored with concern.“Nothing,” I muttered, trying to keep my tone casual, though every word felt like I was swallowing knives. “Just… busy.”There was a pause, then a sharp sniffle
I HEARD HIM SAY " DADDY" The Mistress and the Mastermind
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE MISTRESS AND THE MASTERMINDSAM“You better find her, Sam.”Elena’s voice cut through the room like a blade, sharp, urgent, and trembling with the kind of desperation that gnawed at her insides. The shadow of last night clung to her like a second skin. I could see it in the flare of her nostrils, the tension of her shoulders, the rapid, uneven movement of her hands.“She can’t just disappear,” she continued, pacing like a predator confined, her heels clicking against the floor in a rhythm that was almost frantic. “And more importantly, I can’t stand the thought of another woman carrying your child.”The words hit me, but not in the way she expected. I wasn’t angry. Not yet. I was calculating. Elena had been unraveling ever since I lost sight of Annalise in the dark. Her movements were sharp, brittle, and desperate, yet there was a fire there—a raw, dangerous energy I had learned to feed off.“We had a plan, Sam,” she snapped, her voice brittle, teetering between
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