ログインCarter continued, "So I came to ask you directly. If you couldn't stomach what she did and wanted to teach her a lesson, I'd understand that. I only ask that you spare her life."Nobody liked being suspected, but Carter did have a point. Right now, Sharon was the only person with a real grudge against Kelly. It wasn't unreasonable for him to come ask her about it directly."Kelly's disappearance has nothing to do with me," Sharon said. "If I wanted her to pay for what she did, I'd send her to prison. I wouldn't resort to something like this."Her explanation was simple, and she offered no real evidence to back it up. But for some reason, Carter believed her anyway. He gave a small nod. "I'm sorry to have bothered you."He didn't stay long after that.Once he'd gone, Wendy couldn't hold back. "How does someone just disappear like that? You don't think she's hiding out somewhere because she's scared we'll come after her?""She wouldn't," Sharon said. "Kelly has no roots and no ba
Kelly had no strength left to answer. She curled up on the floor, shaking all over, a fine needle still buried under each of her ten fingernails, blood dripping steadily from her fingertips into a small pool on the concrete.The man waved a hand, and two men in black hauled her up and dragged her to a battered chair in the corner of the warehouse, tying her to it, chair and all, with coarse rope.The warehouse door shut with a heavy thud.Kelly bowed her head, staring at her hands, each finger pierced through, the pain radiating out in waves that left her trembling all over. In the dark, she bit down hard on her lower lip, tears falling one after another onto her knees.Why?Julliard had already let her go, so why would anyone come after her now?Who could possibly want to do this to her?A name slowly surfaced through the fog in her mind. Sharon McKinzie.It was her.It had to be her. She couldn't accept that Kelly had been let go so easily, so she'd had Kelly snatched away i
Kelly decided to seek out Samantha and ask whether she'd changed the plan at the last minute without telling her.Kelly caught a taxi, planning to go home, shower, and change before heading over to see Samantha. Maybe it was because she'd been cooped up in that cellar with no real rest, her whole body wound tight, but she'd barely been in the taxi a few minutes before she fell asleep.She had no idea how long she'd been out when a bucket of cold water jolted her awake.She opened her eyes to find several large men in suits standing over her."Who... who are you?" Kelly gasped, eyes going wide. "Where am I?!"That was when she realized her hands and feet were bound tight, and she couldn't move at all. The space around her was dim, and from what little she could make out, it looked like some kind of warehouse.One of the men, wearing a devil mask, sat in a chair a short distance away, clearly the one in charge. His voice came out through a voice changer, warped and eerie."Kelly.
After all, Kelly had once saved Nate's life. He couldn't just stand by and watch her die. He'd assumed the best-case outcome for Kelly was spending the rest of her life behind bars."You're letting her go?" Carter looked like he could hardly believe it.Sharon looked at him. "For Julliard's sake, and yours, I'll let it go this time. But if there's a next time...""Sharon, you have my word," Carter said. "If she ever does something like this again, you won't even need to say a thing. I'll handle it myself, and I'll make sure you're satisfied with how it's handled.""I'll have Wendy tell Julliard now," Sharon said gently. "You can go pick Kelly up whenever you're ready to leave."Something dark and complicated passed through Carter's eyes as he looked at her. When he spoke again, there was an odd rasp in his voice. "I owe you a favor for this. If there's ever anything you need from me, I won't hesitate."Sharon didn't turn the offer down. "All right. Go get her, then. I should re
Sharon didn't answer.Wendy sighed. "Sharon, instead of stewing about it alone, why don't you just ask him?"Sharon's voice came out quiet. "What difference would asking make? He has a fiancee, that's a fact. What right do I even have to ask? I don't have the standing for it."That stumped Wendy.She was right, though. If they were nothing more than ordinary friends, asking about someone's fiancee would come across as pretty rude. And so far, Thomas had never shown any clear interest in Sharon. If she asked out of nowhere, it would practically be a confession, and if he turned her down flat, they might not even stay friends after that.Besides, both Wendy and Sharon knew perfectly well that Thomas would leave eventually. Add to that the fact that he already had a fiancee, and whatever this was between them was very likely going nowhere. Sharon had always been the gentle, considerate type. Until she knew for certain whether Thomas would stay, or whether he was actually single,
Sharon watched Thomas's retreating back, her eyes dimming faintly.He'd been standing close to her when the call came in, close enough that she caught the name flashing across his phone screen.Carmen Lilo.Thomas's fiancee.Just seeing the name was enough to make something tighten uncomfortably in Sharon's chest.Thomas came back a few minutes later. "Sharon, something's come up, and I need to step out for a bit. I've called Wendy back to keep you company."Sharon lowered her eyes. "It's fine. Go ahead, don't let me hold up anything important.""There's no rush," Thomas said. "I'll wait until Wendy gets here."Sharon didn't answer.A few minutes later, Wendy walked in. Thomas said a quick goodbye to both of them and left.The moment he was gone, Wendy noticed how low Sharon's mood had sunk."Sharon," she asked carefully, "what's wrong? Did Thomas upset you?"Sharon shook her head. "No."Wendy sighed. "We really do owe him for how this turned out. I can't believe how fast
Thomas couldn't help but study Sharon. "I thought you loved the violin more than anything. Don't you care about this at all?"Sharon's voice was calm, her demeanor unhurried."There are many ways to love something. Competing is just one of them. This time, the fault was mine—I let Abigail down. If
Just as he had wished upon Sharon, Harry now endured inhuman torment.His face was ruined beyond recognition, his hands crippled, his dignity stripped away. They had even violated him and filmed every second of it.Shame and fury twisted his heart until he longed for death, yet the courage to end
Carter's tone turned sharp. His words dripped with disdain."Even if I really were to hire someone, it wouldn't be the likes of you. You're not worthy."The three women stiffened. They, too, came from prominent families, with pride of their own.The heiress snapped back, "Mr. Biggs, we know you w
Abigail's motives weren't hard to understand. But feeding off someone else's suffering—profiting from another's blood—was far harder to stomach.At the thought of it, Wendy's anger flared again."During rehearsals, you guided her so patiently. You even gave her a violin! She didn't thank you, fine







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