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Badar said “Badar you can’t call yourself horrible just because you felt jealous of John, it’s normal to feel that” Badar shakes his head “I’m not talking about that. Did you know that I used to get nightmares in which I would hear people screaming? I used to think that it was from a memory of the day mom died, well imprisoned. They went away when I met you, but when I thought you had died they returned again. Now I think they are the screams of people whose families I have hurt. I have done so many horrible and unforgiving things that even thou you have returned, the screams still won’t go away” Badar said as a single tear fell from his eye.

she is unable to control her feelings. Ryan was looking at her intensely..."so what u think...ur badluck is changing " Sana teased him....Ryan came in his senses and was just smiling " letter "A" is not that bad...but still how my badluck is getting so good...there must be something fishy..because from my childhood till now this letter never proved good to me ..then how now ??" He asked himself raising eyebrows...Sana hit him playfully " u really thinking too much ryan.." she rolled her eyes...Ryan moved his eye to Ava but he saw she was not there..

Was this woman out of her mind? Yeah, yeah, Shawn had heard the rest of the talk. That her niece was an amnesiac and his niece's fiancée died. The problem was, this Shello only remembered Satya, and that way, only Satya could help recover Shello's memory. However, was that could make Jocelyn easily say, "And since none of this would have happened without your negligence, I think if anyone could be responsible for the mess in our family..., then you're the one."

He assured again. Right, Alex is the villain of the book. She must have forgotten cause he is locked up as Elijah said. All these made sense but deep down, her heart was still disagreeing with what he said. What is happening to her? Why did she suddenly feel bad when he said the villain have being locked away? She had many unending questions that would never be answered cause she was the only one who has the answer. "Very well then. I apologize for distracting your meeting. You can go on." She said warmly and left the room.

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She had one lead: the flower shop. It took two hours of cross-referencing property records from Sofia’s encrypted cloud drive accessed via a backdoor Chen finally provided with known Moretti shell corporations. She found it: Belladonna Blooms, a quaint boutique in the gentrifying North End. The name was a joke only a monster would make. Belladonna: deadly nightshade. Beautiful. Poisonous.

Webber She began flipping through the pages, reading through a series of listed achievements and matters of interest accompanied by aged photos and personal anecdotes from the author as she considered every word carefully. It told the story of Ramus, a man spiraling out of control, and though it was never directly addressed, a clear picture was painted of his dissent into the darkness of selfish ambition.