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The black umbrella slipped from Gabriel's hand and hit the floor with a thud. The light reflected off the handle, illuminating my name that was engraved on it. However, no one was there to take it. Lena asked, voice trembling, "Where's Natalie?" Hunter swallowed hard. He suddenly realized that he couldn't answer her. Tiffany began crying softly. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't lost the earrings, Natalie wouldn't have—" Suddenly, Hunter looked up and exclaimed, "The earrings!" Tiffany froze. Looking straight at her, Hunter said each word slowly and clearly, "Find Natalie's mother's earrings."

Every recipient line bore the same name—Julian Sinclair. "I don't want any of it anymore." She looked at me. "I sold the company. I sold the house. I sold the cars. I just want you to give me one more chance." Then she dropped to her knees. Right there on the gravel outside my studio. The impact echoed dully as the stones dug into her knees. She looked up at me, humble to the point of humiliation. "You always said you wanted a child, didn't you? We can have one. I promise this time I'll stay by your side. I won't leave you for a single second—"

A couple of hours later we are pulling into the farm and there are some beautiful horses in the paddocks so I can tell this is a way to live to them it is how they make their money but that is no good enough to come onto my territory and take what's mine. As we walk to barn, I can already sense my little mate is here somewhere and I fully intend to find her; I need to be careful though there are few horse shifters left so when they are discovered the can fetch a pretty price on the black market which I will not allow for my mate. As I walk through the door to the barn I see an old looking man walking towards me. "Can I help you sir?" I responded with "yes a stunning chestnut mare was stollen

"Great, the day after tomorrow at 8 PM, meet at the city harbor. My brother will be waiting for you there." "Okay, but what about you? Aren't you coming with us?" The other side started typing rapidly in the chat box again. A few seconds later, "I'll be fine. My family has some connections, so Brad won't give me trouble." Oh ho, some connections. You mean that crippling factory that is going to bankrupt? Who are you trying to fool? "That's a relief then." In my past life, I nervously snuck out to that harbor behind Brad's back. The man she said would meet me was just a thug she'd paid.

“Ms. Middleton, you indeed have the authority to revoke a contestant’s eligibility. But… would you mind explaining why?” “Because Natalie cheated. That’s why.” I looked directly at Natalie, whose face had gone deathly pale. “So many years have passed, yet you’re still willing to stoop so low.” The moment my words fell, two other top contenders stepped forward, eager to expose her. “She knew I was allergic to lemon, yet ordered her assistant to put lemon juice in my water.” “She had her assistant sabotage my heels. If I hadn’t caught it, I would’ve fallen on stage.”

I smile at him patting his head. "Okay Mom.” He polls on the bed. "Till then let's go to the freezer and grab some chocolate, let her clean up the room." Zen says and Tim eagerly nods his head, he quickly gets off the bed and walks to Zen. I smile at them and roll my eyes at Zen, he can be so cheeky. He slowly picks Tim up and before he leaves the room he winks at me making me blush even harder.

She wipes up the floor and leads the way out, tossing the napkins in the garbage as she passes it. We slip out the employee door, stepping onto a gravel path that takes us down to the back lot behind the bar. The heavy door swings back into place, blasting us with cool air-conditioned air once more before shutting out the cacophonous thumping of bass coming from the bar. The sounds of early summer echo through the night and moonlight shines down on the cornfield behind us. “What did you mean ‘for now?’” Quinn turns to me, slowly walking into the parking lot.

It was giving them back their weapons because the rules were breaking. He handed it to her. June didn't use it to hit the finger. She jammed the metal wrench into the "Select Fate" menu screen. She didn't pick an option. She dragged the "1" and the "2" together. She forced the screens to overlap. "What are you doing?" Benson asked. He held onto a pole as the ground began to lean. "I'm making a Fourth Option " June said. Her teeth were pressed together. The blue screen turned purple. Then it turned black. A new line of text appeared:

I clenched my fists, nails digging deep into my palms. All these years, Emma refused to use protection. But she didn't want kids either, so she demanded that I get a vasectomy. "Vince, can you please get a vasectomy? I'm scared." But just one month after the surgery, Emma cheated on me with Scott. I let out a self-deprecating laugh. Then, I picked up the ring box and opened it. Inside was the pull-tab from a soda can. I held up the tab and looked at her. "This is the surprise you got for me?"

Mom's eyes widened in fury as she tried to hit me, but the effort quickly drained her strength, and she succumbed to unconsciousness. Just as I was about to leave, my attention was drawn to her phone on the table, its screen lighting up with notifications. It was Jake who kept sending messages. The phone wallpaper displayed a photo of Mom and him together. I quickly entered Jake's birthday to unlock the phone, and Jake's messages flooded in. "Mom! Did it work? We're running out of time! The trafficker is pushing hard. Hurry up!" Trafficker? My heart raced with curiosity, and I began scrolling through their conversation. Jake and Mom's chat revealed everything. As I read, I snapped pictures o