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I dragged my suitcase through the airport, New York's air hitting me, familiar yet foreign. A loud wolf whistle caught my attention. "Welcome back, New York's sexiest artist!" I spun around to see my best friend Clara Willow leaning against her flashy red convertible, her blonde hair catching the sunlight like spun gold. Designer sunglasses covered half her face, but couldn't hide that million-dollar smile. "Clara!" I was surprised, practically sprinting toward her. "How do you know I'm returning today?" Clara threw her arms wide for a bear hug. "Please, you think I'd let my bestie take some sketchy cab home? Grandma Margaret spilled the beans."

If Tyler was one of them and the other was named Chris, since he was engaged to the Finnish Princess before she broke it off (hence the competition or the accurate term is ‘Husband Hunt’), Kai must be his brother then. “What makes you think I don’t have one?” He asked me. I was blinking my eyes before I was scoffing again at him. Then, I folded my arms under my breasts. Which was not a good idea, let me tell you. Tyler blinked his eyes a few times before he was focusing on my breasts. Ugh! I have enough of this indecency! “Stop staring you moron!” I hissed at him before Tyler was looking at me. Then he smiled. I can see that his smile was calculative.

Getting close to your target is always the difficult part. “Are you looking for someone?” A voice shook her out of her reverie. Her eyes smoothly glide to her right, where she finds a chic blonde looking at her. Anna scans the woman—short, petite, youthful face—and finds the pile of books on her arms. Almost all are about laws. An obvious law student. Someone that belongs here. Yet, her voice was cheerful and innocent, her stare pure and kind. “Yes, actually. Do you know Yezekael Ferrer?” She straightforwardly asks, catching the woman off-guard. Anna doesn’t miss the tinge of pink creeping up the girl’s cheeks from her neck.

I talked to the teenager at the reception, trying to describe Anna but no one has a fucking clue where she is. It’s frustrating really. For the past one hour, I keep staring at my phone, reading the news. It goes; ‘Just in, Tyler Quinn, the heartfelt beta of Nightshade pack has reportedly been seen in Royal Restaurant where he was being accused of being a stalker and exposed. It turns out the infamous Tyler Quinn is a cold-hearted man with no feelings for others, his case is being discussed presently and the council members are already thinking of voting him out of the council board and stripping his position of being a beta.”

“Really? After you and the Doctor cheated your asses and know one of us know and he does not want to tell.” “I will tell you if we can fool around for a little while?” “You know that is called bribery, Tyler?” He only but chuckles at me while he starts to wiggles his tight ass out of his jeans, “No, it is called being horny; I would never bribe you.” “Yes, I believe you,” Not even two seconds later, and he has my dress pulled over my head and dropped it into a pile next to his clothes. …Tyler POV… I slip my naked body past every inch of her hot skin; she is soft and tight and, oh my god, so sweet in all the right places. The very ache for her is growing intensely painful between my thighs as

Nothing makes sense at the moment, and I know they want to lock me in a cell until it does. What Detective Fletcher fails to understand is that it is not going to happen. First of all, I am not leaving my husband alone while he is fighting for his life, and second, I am pregnant for. But even the most, is that I did not do it. I know the note does point in a different direction, but not even that direction is making sense. Why would Tyler want to take his own life when only, but before the accident, he was so excited that he was going to become a father. I understood that the demons in his head would not go away that easily, but to take your own life so suddenly, that is not Tyler.

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Carlos Moretti: As the sun vanished from sight and sank below the horizon line, the spacious luxurious living room in Sabrina’s mansion was drenched in darkness with long shades. I was seated in a leather armchair while drinking whiskey. I had negative thoughts. I could hear the soft whisper of a news anchor in the next room but not on the TV. The rumor that had filtered through my ears on the previous day came back at me, blackening memory for it related to the untimely demise of Sabrina’s dad, many years before.

If she was like that, then there was no way in the world that she was able to win my heart. Blake's eyes rolled at her, and the glowering gaze she said upon him sent his stare shooting back at me. What the hell was wrong with this girl? "What are you doing here, Ana?" I asked her, wanting to feign annoyance so that she wouldn't take me for granted. Feign, I said? I was already annoyed. Who wouldn't dislike her anyways? "I really need you to look into a matter, Tyler. This is urgent," she said, putting on a catchy face.

I still had piles of work to handle, not to mention the impossible task of finding an assistant who wouldn’t run for the hills. “Which one’s it gonna be?” Simon spread the files across my desk. I groaned. “This batch redefined disappointment.” “What about the Yale graduate?” he asked. “She couldn’t even pronounce my name right.” “The redhead?” “Simon, I don’t need a blushing mess trailing after me.” Another file hit the trash. “This one?” “Do I look like I have time to babysit an inferiority complex?” I tossed it aside. “That leaves us one,” Simon said, holding up Celeste’s file. “She’s our best option.”