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Help me! Unknown number: I believe I gave you enough money for you to get a new identity and elope to a new country or something. Do that and never contact me again. The system flagged the next action: User has been blocked. Jared leaned back in his leather chair, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his face. “Well, ain’t today the day of fools taking the bait,” he mused. He highlighted the phone number that the officer had texted and forwarded the number to one of his most trusted employees in the intelligence sector of his and Beck's company with a simple note:

Me, an innocent person. "Shawn?" Her voice pulled me back to reality. "You don't look so good. What's wrong?" I balled my fists, and my nails clawed into my flesh. "It's nothing." I forced a smile. "Prison scares me, that's all." She tried to hold my hand, but I moved away quietly. That surprised her a little, but the delight of getting my confession papers overwhelmed her. She carefully tucked them away into her suitcase. "I'll hand these over to the judge when the session opens in three days." She promised, "I'll make sure no one knows about this."

Junior tone cracked, his small palm clutching a folded sweet wrap “I pleaded with her to reconsider going, but bestie wouldn't” “Hence your false allegation” Mateo chipped in, patient. “Yes” Junior smooch his lollipop, his small shoulders lifted like one who just achieved a big feat. “If Bestie goes to jail, I will be visiting Mummy's station to see her everyday”. The courtroom rippled with laughter, even the judge’s lips twitched with a restrained smile. Mateo smiled faintly and dismissed him, then he turned toward the bench. “No further questions, Your Honor.”

Two blue pills have my cock stone-hard, throbbing with a fury I haven't been able to purge since my son vanished off the face of the earth. Jolene's body is barely there—just skin, bones, and tremors. She's barely sober—just enough to consent. Just enough to submit. That's all I need. She doesn't realize I know exactly who she is. Jolene Sterling. Mother of Kaiden Sterling. King. The Crimson Reaper's enforcer. She thinks I'm saving her. Thinks the pills I give her are part of some "sobriety protocol" I offer to broken women looking to get clean—after I hand them a job, a bed, and a false sense of redemption. She signed the NDA without reading it. They always do.

“I told you we wouldn't be disturbed. Keep going.” Rapid-fire knocks came pounding on the wood. The banging grew louder. “Keep going!” Alton screamed. Voices called from beyond the door. “Mr. Fitzgerald! Mr. Spencer!” Alton reached for Judge Townsend’s arm. “Keith, do this now if you ever want to see that bench again.” Judge Townsend’s eyes widened as he turned back to us. “Alexandria Charles Montague Collins, do you take…” THE END of ENTRAPMENT Find out what happens next in FIDELITY, the final novel of the INFIDELITY series.

Grand ma Grace repeated again “ If you don’t talk right now , you are going to end up in jail for the rest of your life for trying to scam me . I will make sure that even if I am dead, you won’t see the light of the day, idiot.” Jessica shivered in panic as she apologized with a trembling voice “I am sorry, Grand ma. Grace. I didn’t mean to do it. It was Sophia and Paula who convinced me. They promised me a huge amount of money if I pretended to be your long-lost granddaughter. Please, I have no connections and my family are just ordinary people. Please spare me, I won’t repeat this again. “She begged.

” My cycle had just started, here and now…… here where I had no supplies or anything. I fell back in my pillow, willing the wave of cramps to pass. I had the vague sense of someone entering my room, I looked up to see Arian. “Hello Mr Jailor” I managed through the barrage of needles currently assaulting my abdomen. His nostrils flared as he sniffed once and frowned, “your cycle…..” “Yes, yes…. now go away, you’re making the pain worse” He left and I sighed, only to get startled again at his return, his arms were full of stuff, including a heating pad, tampons and some dark chocolate.

It smashed into the wall, and its broken pieces fell to the floor. Jayden White was the only one of my five friends with an unproblematic life. Maxwell Fitzgerald had been arrested for trespassing when he came to his ex-girlfriend's home. Vivian Aina had an assault charge against him from when he was nineteen, and Sir Lockwood was once arrested for driving under the influence when he was eighteen. Connor has been in and out of jail for assault, and I was once given a ticket for driving over the speed limit. We coined the name troublemakers because my group of friends all had records of wrongdoing and arrest, everyone except for Jayden.

Kano Max Today* Cell 14 is empty. New paint. New sign: `NO UNAUTHORIZED CONTACT. PENALTY: 10 YEARS.` *3. James Today* Age 73. Released 10 years ago. Parole ended 5 years ago. Lives alone in a different state. Works as a janitor. No interviews. No book. No contact. Last check by authorities: 6 months ago. Clean. He never tried to reach them. *4. 8:22am. Every Year*

In those four years in prison and these past months serving Amelia— how much had she suffered? My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone and dialed Mia’s number. The speaker answered with a cold, mechanical voice— “The number you have dialed does not exist.” My strength drained away. I collapsed to the floor. …Did Mia abandon me?