A Great Reckoning: A Novel Novels & Stories

Or was Rebecca the real target? “Nothing is certain yet,” Dash replied. “Noah is digging deeper into their system and intentions.” At the mention of their best investigator, Gideon gave a sharp nod. “Tell him to finish it within this week.” He set his empty glass aside and stood up with determined features. “Where are you going?” Dash asked, watching him carefully. Gideon paused at the doorway, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his face. “Wrath…” he said quietly, his voice laced with something feral, “…wants something.”

To dismiss the thought, I shook my head several times and then I edged closer to the door. My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else. Slowly, I reached up to slip in my hearing aid because I was desperate to catch every word. I needed to know. I needed to hear it clearly! “You know I’ve missed you,” Gabriel’s voice was low and it was so different from the way he talked to me yesterday. “You’re the only one who’s ever understood me, sweetheart,” he added. And at that moment, I pushed the door open just enough to see inside, and my stomach twisted as my worst fears were confirmed. Gabriel was on the bed, his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, and his body was pressed against…I

The ninth time I tried to divorce my husband, Don Louis Romano, my best friend Jenny Parker, who had always talked me out of it, handed me the papers herself. Every time before, she'd done everything in her power to stop me. She'd even taken over the Family's day-to-day affairs just to create chances for us to see each other and reconcile. I took the papers and couldn't help but ask. Years of pent-up exhaustion showed in Jenny's eyes, and to my shock, her voice was edged with resentment. "You got Vivian shot this time. She nearly didn't make it. How long are you going to keep this up?!" Vivian Hale was the woman Louis had been seeing. I stared at her in disbelief. "Vivian's had a hard life.

Just empty. I thought about Marcus—not with residual love, and certainly not with forgiveness, but with a clinical memory. Twenty years of a life, evaporated. I thought about Thelma, about Liam's future, about the methodical woman who had walked into Renata Cole's office with neatly color-coded files, and about the naive doctor who honestly believed she could stay clean while wading through toxic waters. I closed my eyes tightly, and one thought surfaced in the dark with terrifying, crystalline clarity: I am rapidly becoming a person I do not recognize.

Then, one by one, they got up and left. “Uh… okay,” he muttered, scratching his neck, embarrassed. In the quiet corridors, Suhee noticed Rachel sitting alone in an empty classroom, wiping her tears. “You,” she said, stepping inside. Rachel looked up, startled. Her sadness quickly shifted into fear. “I want to hear it from your mouth,” Suhee said, approaching her. “Are the rumors that you lied true?” “If you’ve heard them,” Rachel replied flatly, “then maybe they’re not false.” “No. That’s not what I want to hear.”

In this life, just because I shoved Adele, he immediately sold me to Michael Worrey. I really couldn't bear to imagine what would happen if Andy hadn't arrived in time. A widow, whose husband just died, immediately climbed into bed with another man. I would be the scorn of the entire village! Thinking back about it, I felt fortunate that I immediately sent Andy the telegram. If not, my life would have been over. Seeing how I wouldn't budge, Jonah started complaining about how tough his life was and how much he sacrificed for the family. Andy could no longer take it. He kicked Jonah in the back with his military boots.

Chapter 80 – Final Reckoning The Abbott estate was tense with anticipation, yet a quiet determination permeated every corner. Months of deceit, manipulation, and betrayal had led to this night. Brenda’s network was fracturing rapidly, Jake’s lies were exposed, and even the hidden conspirators within the shadows of the household had no choice but to face the full force of the Abbott family’s unity. Dawn of the Reckoning

“Of all the places in the city, you had to pick this one?” “Because the curator chose it,” I answered calmly. “More importantly, I expected you to use the clan’s sacred ground. Not… this. Hiding in a human art gallery behind a shoddy, temporary glamour.” “Modern?” I scanned the shabby setup. “Is that why a human event planner is reading from a script instead of our elders? At least the elders speak for the Progenitor. And what about the Secrecy Mandate? One spiritually sensitive human wanders in here and it’s all over. Have you even thought about the consequences?”

Dark velvet drapes hang from the high ceilings, golden embellishments and ancient runes etched into the stonework and at the center, my obsidian throne stands- ait is the very throne where the first supreme coven had sat on and it is now mine. The door creaks open, and two scouts enter, their faces pale, their hands shaking. They move cautiously, their eyes darting around the room, as if expecting another burst of my wrath. “Well?” I demand, crossing my arms over my chest. “What have you found?” One of the scouts steps forward, bowing deeply. “A rogue... a woman... she broke into Travis’s territory.” My eyes narrow, my interest piqued. “And?” The scout exchanges a nervous glance with his com

"What did you say?" "Oh, that case got solved ages ago," the clerk said, oblivious to my father's reaction. "Turned out to be some butcher's son from the west side. Ran off with a maid he was sweet on, and the maid's old master killed him for the money they'd stolen. Dumped him in a well. Had nothing to do with your family. You were so torn up at the time, we didn't want to bother you with the details." I watched my father's body sway violently, like he'd been struck by an invisible thunderbolt. He stood frozen, papers slipping from his hands and scattering across the floor.