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Forty minutes away, the mansion stood intact. Untouched. Respected. Protected. Emily returned to the table and began organizing the letters chronologically. She made notes in a small black notebook. Patterns. Dates of Covenant meetings. Shifts in Billy’s behavior. Richard’s increasing fear. Serena’s growing control. Everything aligned. The next morning, Emily returned to Northwick Heights. Billy was in the archival room when she entered. Alone. He leaned against the table, flipping through a document. “You’re early,” he said.

As Henry Crawford said this afternoon, his men picked Emily up at her apartment. Right in front of her unit door. That made Emily feel a little scared. The man who was going to date her tonight was no ordinary man. She was not afraid because she was sure that the man wanted to make love to her more than to take her life. They had been in a relationship as a couple for several years. However, Henry's busy schedule as the next senator to replace his father who was currently a senator was what made them both take opposite paths.

She asked again; this time recognition flashed through her eye, and it seemed just like she understood who it was speaking about. “Why on earth would he call you out of the blue?” she asked, narrowing her gaze at me. I could tell she was already aiming down at Henry's throat! I threw myself into confusion, just like I was. “You severed all ties with him, didn't you?” Emily asked, lost in her doubt, and every ounce of suspicion she had to shred.

“I was born Emily Paddington. My parents came over from England after a great deal of to do over the family lands. Your grandfather Paddington had already been across the waters on multiple occasions. He owned our plantation for several years before he questioned why he was involved in a feud over land that he had no desire to live on when he possessed a beautiful plantation in a country that was like paradise to him. I was still in my mother’s womb when they crossed the waters and born shortly after they arrived. “Arthur Paddington was a kind man, but an ambitious one. He sought out the secret society of the shine and discovered that the wealthiest and most powerful was the Northrup f

Emily continued her accusatory speech. "Are you not her friend? You should have advised her against running away." Henry bit out. He could not stop himself. He wondered if Emily was actually the mastermind behind Zoe's leaving. "You are a beast," Emily continued. "You act like you know everything even when in reality, you know nothing." "Okay then, my little friend," Henry's cold demeanour was back. "Tell me exactly what I do not know." Emily opened her phone and clicked on a picture, holding it up to Henry’s face. It was the picture of Zoe’s pregnancy scan of the baby in her womb.

Henry ran to the bathroom. “Hello, madam Helen. I found the lady that kept your husband late at night. Come over to your son's restaurant.” Emily said with a camera in her hand as she uploaded the picture on the internet. Helen sent her to keep an eye on Henry and she finally got a piece of information to increase her paycheck or rather destroy Celine from within, she ran out of the restaurant chuckling. “I know nothing hurts you more than getting your reputation in the mud. I would destroy you bit by bit.” Emily laughed, and she ran out of the restaurant before the main drama began.

To prove they were always one step ahead. Outside, dawn slowly began pushing against the darkness. The first hints of sunlight filtered through the windows as voices started appearing throughout the pack house. The day was beginning. Unfortunately, so was whatever came next. A knock sounded against the doorway. Emily stepped inside carrying several old books pressed against her chest. "You need to see this." Lucas and I immediately stood. Emily crossed the room and carefully placed the books onto the table. "I spent the rest of the night searching through the archives." She opened the first volume.

Trish pleads with me and I know from the look in her eyes that she's telling me the truth. Emily lied to me. I grit my teeth and storm out, slamming the front door behind me. I can't believe Emily lied to me, she's been gone for hours. I storm off in the opposite direction, heading for a house I never want to visit again. I push my way through the rubbish and pound on the front door. When I get no answer I knock again, bouncing on the heels of my trainers in an effort to keep me warm. As each hour passes into the night, the air became colder and harsher and my jacket isn't enough to keep me warm. The front door swings open and I come face to face with Emily's mum. The resemblance between her

"What secrets? You're being so vague and spooky, Emma. What's going on? Emma let out a small sigh, glancing around the room almost as if to make sure we truly were alone. "I don't know everything, Sara. But what I do know is that Henry's past is. Complicated. He's been through things that would break a normal person. And sometimes, I think he's still haunted by them." I shivered as the memory of all those glimpses of pain in Henry's eyes rushed before my mind. "What things?" I pressed, unable to let it go.

He had committed no crime except that of being born to the wrong group of magical people. My heart feels ripped in two. I long to join my love in death. Yet, I cannot kill his seed that grows in me. It is all that is left of his gentle goodness. Father knows not that he placed a life inside of me. Had I realized father’s intentions, I would have shared my secret. He would have been wounded, but perhaps my love would still be alive. Alas, it is too late to think on such things. Father’s joy over Emily’s expected birthing is profound. Would that he displayed the same for mine. Yet, I expect it not.