Novel & Cerita Beau Of The Fifth Column

"You still haven't answered me. Has Naomi come out of hiding? Where is she? She's evaded us for five years, but not this time. This time, I'll make sure she doesn't escape." A grim smile inexplicably played on Sebastian's lips as he said, "That better be her body! She has been on the run for five years! Even in death, she doesn't deserve pity! In fact, it simply is a disgrace to have a murderer like her as the daughter of the Clarke family!" Rebecca, who had been trembling moments before, exhaled quietly, relief washing over her at Sebastian's harsh declaration. But I saw what no one else noticed. His hands trembled faintly, betraying the storm raging within him.

Janelle I approached the living room and spotted a tall man seated on my late grandfather’s couch like he owned the place. The basket of oranges slipped from my hand, my jaw dropped when I saw who it was. It was Damian Cooper, CEO of Ranks Construction. One of the richest companies in the country. Every woman’s dream, but what was he doing here? Was this a dream? He stood up and took five steps to meet me where I stood—frozen still.

Elena asked Casey. "I'm not asking for much, just 50 dollars," replied the beautiful man as he continued to watch the surroundings. "That's it?" asked Elena to confirm, then smiled wryly afterwards. Without thinking, the woman gave Casey Diamond Harold the amount he wanted. Because for her, 50 dollars was a small amount. It was a small price to pay for tonight's action. Dethrone the arrogant queen of the Hayes family. "Hurry up and leave before anyone else sees you." Elena signaled with a wave of her hand for Casey to leave the place immediately, and Elena walked into the hall after her.

But I don’t. Because I want to live. God, I want to fucking live. I didn’t grind through college, spend sleepless nights working shifts for minimum wage, burn my soul trying to build a future, just to die in some twisted mafia soap opera. But maybe that’s not up to me anymore. A knock at the door. That same smug bastard from before. The one who smirks like my pain is a joke he tells at parties. “I’m here for the bride,” he says, like this is some fairytale and not a goddamn hostage situation.

He reminds me of Uncle Craig, charismatic and bold—deceptively so. My fourth captor is smaller than the others and less confident. He stands to the side, shoulders hunched like he’s trying to shrink in on himself, but that doesn’t make him appear any smaller. His expression is bitter, a permanent scowl etched onto his face. Unlike the others, he isn’t looking at me, but at the fifth and final man in the room—almost as if searching for approval. Alexander Mancini is the man on whom I focus. XXX

He answered. "So are we going to inform the council about the beast's abduction?" I asked with a raised brow. "No, the council made it clear. The beast is to be left unharmed as long as it doesn't find its bond or cross the damn river. Attacking it without reason could bring unwanted war between the Tasmanian devils and our own people. What we will do is go there and make sure we find out if Hera is alive or dead." He answered seriously then threw the papers on a small table beside him.

No one else counters. I lift my head. The red light stays steady. It pulses. “500,000 going once…” the announcer says. “Going twice…” My pulse pounds in my ears. “Five-twenty,” a voice calls from a different corner. Buzz. The crowd stirs. “Five-fifty,” someone counters immediately. “Five-eighty.” “Six.” My knees buckle slightly as the price escalates like fire. The air is hot with the tension of men fighting for a body. My body. I try to back up, but the stage handlers won’t let me move.

I said. “Holy shit! You went for an apology and still got fucked!” bella said. “What?” I asked. “I can't still wrap my head around you been with all five of them, it's crazy,” she said again. “Oh, stop speaking like my grandma, let her live her life however she wants” Jan said, doubling over in laughter. “How you seriously judging me?” I asked. “Girl, everyone is taking. I don't want to talk too much but I think five is really a lot,” bella said.

Then, stroke by stroke, I carefully signed my name. When Julian left with Elaine tucked against his side, he glanced back at me. His expression was as careless as ever. "Laura, I hope you stick with it longer this time. Don't come crying and begging me later." I later heard that Julian's friends started a betting pool. The wager? How long it would take before I went crawling back to him and asked for reconciliation. The whole thing sounded like a bad joke. I forgot about it almost immediately. After the long waiting period finally passed came the day I was set to leave Cascade City. The weather was beautiful.

Between them stealing a child and adopting one, which made more sense? Although, why would they steal a baby in the first place? “You!” Alfred’s growl snapped me out of my stupor, especially since he dropped to one knee in front of where I was sitting, his gaze glazed, bewildered “Do you know anything about my son?! About Beau?” He grabbed my arms, shaking me hard enough to make my teeth chatter “Do you know what they did to him?! They handed him over to the Silverhearts?! He’s being held hostage?! Answer me!” he demanded through gritted teeth, but I was too stunned to answer. And not just because of the crime Paul and Camille committed.