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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three

ผู้เขียน: Author Eunice
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Mitchelle

The courtroom felt smaller than I expected, more intimate and therefore more terrifying. I sat beside Danika at the defendant's table, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to keep them from shaking.

Across the aisle, Ivy sat with her legal team, the young boy Dariel positioned beside her like a prop. She looked calm, confident, almost serene.

Judge Patricia Whitmore entered and we all stood. She was an older woman with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense expression that gave nothing away.

"Ple
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  • Mrs. Hunt for 30 days   Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four

    JasonMelyn answered the door before I finished knocking, stepping aside to let me in without a word."Welcome," she greeted softly.I stepped inside and pulled her toward me immediately, pressing my lips against hers. She kissed me back without hesitation, her hands rested lightly against my chest.She pulled back and studied my face."Wine?" she offered."Please."She returned with a bottle and a glass. I ignored the glass entirely and took the bottle, tilting it back and drinking deeply."Slow down," Melyn said, watching me carefully. "Are you okay?""I just lost my uncle," I stated, setting the bottle down heavily on the coffee table.Her eyes widened."Dorian Roth is your uncle?" she asked. "It's on the news everywhere.""Yes," I confirmed. "He was like a big brother to me, especially when my father was still alive.""I'm so sorry," Melyn replied quietly, sitting across from me.I rubbed both hands down my face and leaned forward on my knees."You said it was urgent when you text

  • Mrs. Hunt for 30 days   Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three

    MitchelleThe obstetrics clinic attached to the private hospital was warm and quietly busy, a stark contrast to the cold empty house I had been sleeping in for weeks. I checked in at the front desk and took a seat among other women at various stages of pregnancy, some alone like me, some with partners beside them.I filled out the registration forms carefully, using my real name but the Geneva address Danika had arranged. When the nurse finally called me back, I followed her into a bright examination room that smelled of antiseptic and something faintly floral.Dr. Beaumont was a gentle woman in her early fifties with kind eyes and a soft manner that immediately put me at ease."First prenatal visit?" she asked, reviewing my forms."Yes," I confirmed."And how far along do you believe you are?""About three months," I replied.She nodded and began the examination, checking my blood pressure, my weight, asking careful questions about my medical history. When she moved to the ultrasound

  • Mrs. Hunt for 30 days   Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two

    ChloeThe last of the guests filtered out of the Roth estate just after seven in the evening, leaving behind half-eaten food and whispered condolences that meant nothing to any of us.Diana had arranged for Dorian's personal lawyer to meet with us privately once everyone was gone. We gathered in the main sitting room, myself, Diana, Jason, and Ivy, arranged around the large table while the lawyer, a thin man with wire-rimmed glasses named Mr. Peters, settled into the chair across from us.He opened his briefcase and spread several documents across the table."Thank you all for seeing me during this difficult time," Mr. Peters began carefully. "I'll get straight to the point. Regarding Mr. Dorian Roth's estate, I've reviewed all relevant documentation and I'm afraid there is no formal will on record."I exhaled slowly. Good."However," Mr. Peters continued, adjusting his glasses, "Mr. Roth did designate a next of kin in his official records."Diana leaned forward."And who would that b

  • Mrs. Hunt for 30 days   Chapter One Hundred and Forty-One

    ChloeI woke up to sunlight streaming through the bedroom curtains and the satisfying knowledge that everything was finally falling into place. I made my way downstairs to the dining room where breakfast was already laid out on the table.“You are dressed so nicely today, unlike yourself last month,” I told Jason.“Oh please, Chloe, you suck at compliments. All you could say is, ‘You look good, love. You look good, husband.’ Gosh,” he replied.“Compliments? Who’s complimenting you? Last I checked, we were in a loveless marriage, Jason. We…”I was reaching for the coffee pot when my phone rang."Who could be bothering me this early?" I muttered, glancing at the screen.Diana's name flashed across it and I smiled immediately. I answered the call."Good morning," I greeted."Chloe," Diana stated without preamble. "Dorian is dead."My hand froze halfway to my cup."Dorian is dead?" I repeated slowly.Jason looked up sharply from where he had been scrolling through his phone at the other e

  • Mrs. Hunt for 30 days   Chapter One Hundred and Forty

    DanikaEverything was in place. The clock on the hospital wall read 11:47 PM. Dr. Morrison's solo night shift had officially begun and the corridors were quiet except for the occasional beep of monitors and the soft footsteps of the skeleton crew on duty.I stood in the shadows near the service elevator, my heart raced as I watched Dr. Morrison approach Dorian's room with two trusted nurses flanking him.This was it. No turning back now.Dr. Morrison entered the room first and I waited exactly three minutes before following. Inside, the nurses worked with practiced efficiency, disconnecting Dorian from the monitors carefully and transferring him to another Stretcher with moveable support while maintaining the appearance that everything was normal."Ambulance is in position at the back entrance," one nurse whispered."Good," Dr. Morrison replied quietly. "Let's move quickly."They transferred Dorian onto a gurney, his body remained still and pale under the thin hospital blanket. My che

  • Mrs. Hunt for 30 days   Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Nine

    MitchelleThe private hospital in Geneva was exactly what I needed. Modern, discreet, with a reputation for treating high-profile patients who valued their privacy above all else.I walked through the pristine corridors toward the administrative office, my hand rested instinctively on my small but growing belly. At nearly three months pregnant, I was just starting to show, though my loose clothing still hid it well enough.The receptionist looked up with a professional smile as I approached."Good morning, how may I help you?""I'm here to arrange a medical transfer," I explained. "A patient in critical condition will be arriving from the London, and I need to ensure everything is prepared for his care.""Of course," she replied, typing something into her computer. "Let me get Dr. Castellano for you. Please have a seat, it will just be a moment."I settled into one of the comfortable waiting room chairs and tried to calm my racing thoughts. Everything had to go perfectly. Dorian's lif

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