I looked at the photos. The two women met and talked intently in an alley. Judging from the date in the picture, they met after the woman left the hospital. I didn't see her after that.Why did Poppy meet her? What did they talk about? I couldn't get that information from the first five photos. The other ones shocked me. The woman was unconscious. Poppy struggled to get her into her car.The surprises didn't stop there. Poppy took the woman to a place. The time in the image was about three hours after she put the woman in the car. Poppy dragged the woman out of the SUV and threw her into a cliff.“Damn,” I muttered.Unbelievable. I couldn't believe Poppy would do something so heinous. What happened that made her beat the woman and end her life? I thought Dashiell's surrogate mother had returned to her hometown and moved on with her life.I glanced at the flash drive on top of the envelope. I took it to my desk and plugged it into my computer. There was only one folder inside. I opened
[Sinclair]Dashiell slept soundly in his bed. The exhausting day helped him forget the terrible incident at the park. I sat beside him and adjusted his blanket. Had I met all his needs?I asked myself that question repeatedly. Dashiell was growing up well. Was that enough? The doctor said he was a healthy and happy child. That was the most important thing. But he didn't know about the life-threatening experience my son had gone through.I couldn't keep my secret from the public any longer. Everyone would find out about Dashiell. I didn't think twice about carrying out the plan. I took a deep breath, calming my emotions. Our lives would become even more challenging once everyone knew everything.Tuesday felt like an eternity. I couldn't wait to take down Sean Channing. After discovering he was behind my father's death, I had to restrain myself from attacking him. As a result, he attacked first.I didn't care about the club's future. Insurance covered every aspect of it. I didn't lose a
When we arrived at the hospital, I headed to the emergency room. Lydia accompanied her daughter alone in one of the wards. Scott waited outside to give my friend some privacy. I took the opportunity to give her something.Lydia furrowed her brow as she received the three toothbrushes. I placed my index finger over my lips to signal her not to say anything. I typed something on my phone, and she read it. My friend frowned, then nodded in agreement.“What's wrong?” I asked, looking at the sleeping Edith.“Edith has a high fever. I was worried, so I brought her here. She's only been drinking my breast milk for two days. I thought there was something wrong with me. Thankfully, the doctor said she's just tired,” Lydia answered.I glanced at the curtain where Scott was standing. “What now?”“The doctor asked me to wait until her fever goes down. He'll give her medicine if needed. Um, since you're here, I need some help,” Lydia muttered. “Yeah?” I nodded slowly. “I need to use the restroom
[Darcy]My heart pounded, suffocating my chest. I hadn't broken any rules in a long time. Even though I missed the adrenaline rush, I was terrified of Sinclair's wrath. That man had hurt me last night. Even thinking about it made my body tremble.However, I was on the upper floor, and it was too late to back out. I looked down the corridor. The lighting was sufficient for me to see a few doors. I walked down the hallway and noticed another entrance.Lionel and several servants were standing there. A group of children dressed in cartoon character costumes held out buckets or small baskets. The butler handed out sweets, and the servants gave colored pencils or other school supplies.“Thank you, sir. Thank you, ma'am!” the children called out as they moved away from the door. They descended the terrace stairs cheerfully.“Be careful,” Lionel said.“This year's celebration is busier than last year's,” a servant commented.“Some of those children don't live around here. Maybe they know we
The culprit eliminated lots of evidence in the hotel room and all traces of him being with the woman. He planned the event thoroughly, prepared all the details, and the person he could blame.I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I stayed at that hotel because I was on vacation. I was at the bar that night with Neil and Scott. We only had a drink before retiring for the night. The young woman greeted me and sat beside me, nothing more.Conrad found a piece of evidence that showed Giovanni's daughter had an affair with his bodyguard. The vile man had forgotten to delete a video of them vacationing on a yacht. It was just the two of them, and they were there without clothes.“Boss, that video is fake,” Luigi, his right-hand man, claimed.“You were Leonora's bodyguard. Your job was to protect her, including keeping her chaste until she married.” Giovanni returned the tablet to Neil. Then, he suddenly grabbed Luigi by the neck. “Bastard! You tarnished my daughter and killed her.”“I
[Sinclair]Giovanni Costa was the perpetrator who sent his men to harm my son while he was at a park with his friend in a neighboring state. He had a grudge against me for something I didn't do.His daughter died ten years ago in a hotel. I stayed there, but we didn't know each other. Even though there were no fingerprints, semen, or footage showing evidence of me coming to her daughter's room, he didn't care.That man repeatedly tried to kill me. He sent snipers, his best men, and hitmen, but I barely passed through death. The scars and cuts on my body were the creation of him and his people.I turned to my phone when it vibrated. “Speak up,” I said.“The police are here with a search warrant,” Enzo reported.I glanced at the monitor and selected one of the windows. “What are they looking for?”“Cocaine,” he answered.“Joaquin and Sean,” I muttered.The a**hole didn't give up. After attacking me and my son, he complained to Sean. His drugs had nothing to do with me. Fernandez's group