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Grabbing Caden, she bolted for the door—only to be greeted with several brawny men storming in. She froze in fear. The one in lead pulled a paper from his pocket and held it up. "Ms. Evans used this property as collateral," he explained. "She racked up quite a debt at our casino, so now that time's up, we're here to take the house. You've got ten minutes to pack your things and get out." Releasing Dorothy, Andrew gawked at her and asked, "Mom, you gambled? When the hell did this happen?" Before she could catch her breath, Tiana lunged at her and strangled her neck.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

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"Leticia went to great lengths to choose this restaurant for us, and you are simply not worth it!" He blushed and dropped a plate in front of me, causing shards to scatter all over the floor. A decade-plus of shared life, yet he still doubted who I was at the core. I took out the divorce agreement from my pocket. "Since that's the case, the 30-day cooling-off period has passed. Let's sign it." I placed my resignation letter below. He sneered and quickly picked up a pen to swiftly sign his name. "As you wished!" After saying that, he hugged Leticia and left.

$30 million dollars! My mouth dropped open. Why would someone spend $30 million dollars on me?!! “Sold! To the man in the black hood for $30 million dollars!” Declared the announcer quickly. Every person in the hall had turned back to see the person who was rich enough to bid such an amount for me. The man stood up from his seat and the first thing I noticed was that he was very tall. He slowly pulled back his hood, and at the sight of his face, people gasped, jumped up to their feet and quickly bowed as low as they could.

It’s that sort of purge that tends to be necessary. She gets me the Tylenol while I slowly get dressed. I brush out my hair and pull it up. My bangs, which Greyson oh-so-rudely pushed aside to gawk at the scar, stay down. I’ve got a limp in my walk today, but Willow doesn’t comment on it when we head to the theater. Willow buys the tickets on her phone. A thriller, but I couldn’t tell you the name. It sounds up my best friend’s alley… something with one of the Chrises as a lead, and a train.

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

Sam nodded and said, “That's why they captured her to forcefully collect the thing from her. Arthur's grip tightened as he became so furious. “And I do think they got it. Because when I checked Khloe, she wasn't with anything. Her phone or any sign of keys. My theory is, the asset is a key to unlocking a safe.” Meanwhile at the hospital, Kelly Ferguson was beside Khloe with her phone in her hands as she scrolled through the feeds. Something caught her eyes. It was like an announcement of something, an opening of a company or something; however she saw her father at the F.G company with Wilson.

Bastard prince' She roared in her head. ********* I am lying on the couch, legs thrown over the arm, and playing 'train to busan', recommended by Ruby, on Ruby's ipad she lent to me. It is a little scary, but also has an interesting plot. I unnaturally tense up as the door creaks open, glancing at Emilliano who just walked in from under the umbrella of my thick lashes. "What are you doing?" He moves close to me, peering into the phone. "Uhm—watching a movie."

He closes the door and slowly runs his gaze over my body before looking me in the eyes. His proposition is straightforward and leaves no doubt what he wants. "Your services will be required for the next three hours. I'll pay you three grand on top of the hourly rate." Three thousand dollars. I didn't expect that much even for three hours. The agency charges a thousand dollars an hour and I receive fifty percent. One hundred percent of tips are mine. I stand in place with my purse on my arm and my fidgety fingers sliding up and down the strap. "Yes, sure, that sounds great." God, I sound like a teenager. His eyes go to my hand and my cheeks burn. His cock will take the place of the vinyl stra