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We feel them kicking again like they are excited that we are awake. After five more minutes of them kicking, Jolene falls back asleep. I continue watching my show on N*****x. I am in season two of the show. I am at the part where Joe kills the famous guy Hendy after he finds the pictures he had been taking of drugged girls because he was worried that he was going to go after Ellie.

Mark was trying to video chat me! Shit...I cannot let him see the roses because he might get the wrong idea. I had to hide them. I dropped my phone on the bed and quickly grabbed one of the bouquets of roses. I guess I'll just have to throw them in the closet for now. One by one, I threw the bouquets in the closet, and when the room was finally clear of the evidence, I picked up the video call. "Hey, you took a while. Were you out?" Mark asked.

“I know you’re hiding something from me in that room. When I finally find out what it is, I hope it doesn’t break my heart. This is the first time you’ve lied to me, Red. So I know it must be something big.” Red stirred slightly in his sleep. Something fell from his pocket—a key. Blue picked it up. “This might lead me to the answers I’ve been looking for.” He slipped the key into his pocket and continued studying. Hours passed. Red woke up, but Blue was still not finished. Red sat up and looked at him. “Get some rest.” “I’m not sleepy yet,” Blue answered, still buried in his book. Red stood. “I’ll go to bed first, Blue. Don’t push yourself too hard.”

A new message blinked at me. Subject: Footage, Club Night. Riley. The file was downloading. A small, satisfied smile tugged at my lips. “They want a victim,” I murmured to myself. “Let’s give them a savior instead, wrapped in scandal.” **** Clarisse’s POV The lights were low, the only brightness coming from the tablet in my lap. My legs were folded beneath me as I watched the footage loop of, Riley Jordan at The Velvet Room. Lipstick smudged, eyes unfocused with Michael’s hand on her arm, guiding her through the crowd.

I had clicked on an email marked important. What I saw was a shipping schedule that didn't make sense until I saw the date when the accident happened on, Angelo's Birthday May 11th . I knew I shouldn't, but curiosity got the better of me and I clicked on the date and opened the video file. I saw everything that happened to me right up until the point I flipped over and I was flung out of the car , hit my head and I was carried out to sea by the waves. I had blocked out the day but then again Angelo never told me the real reason he wanted to move down to Cape Town. Home is where he is but as soon as I clicked out of the video I was taken to the police report and I saw everything. The night An

he responded. “Ah. Blue Harbor Farm,” she added, as if recalling the sign on his door. “Any relation to Jonah Blue?” she asked through barely moving bruised lips, eyes still closed. “Great-nephew.” “I thought I’d met all the Blues.” “Different branch of the family.” She opened her eyes then, and turned all that dark blue on him. Despite whatever pain she was in, and whatever worries she might have, her eyes were still surprisingly sharp, and quickly assessing. “You mean—as in Jedediah Blue’s branch?”

They belong to the Blue Family, and they aren't here for a divorce—they are here to ensure she never makes it back to the Bishop Group board meeting. Cliffhanger: A tall man in a black suit steps out of the lead SUV. It isn't Xavier. It’s Maxwell Blue, looking perfectly healthy and holding a bouquet of white lilies—the flowers of death. "Good morning, Chloe. I heard you were looking for a reason to stay married. I’ve decided to give you one... or a funeral. Your choice." One Relevant Follow-up Question: Should the next chapter focus on Chloe’s high-stakes confrontation with Maxwell Blue at the Bureau entrance, or Xavier Grayson’s sudden arrival to "protect" the woman he is about to divorce?

A knock at the door made us all stand to attention before Cleo answered it. “No, you cannot see the bride before the wedding.” She asserted. Cleo returned with a box in her hands. A small, square, blue velvet box. It was light and soft in my hand as I reached out to accept it. Opening the lid with a small click, there was a blue diamond, teardrop necklace inside with a little note that read ‘Something blue.’

Tom asked. "I'm Jonathan. Just call me Joe." "Thanks, Joe. Sorry my friend was such a hassle," Bob added. "No problem. Just relax!" As they spoke, two doctors—Joe’s friends—came by to call for him. "Joe, where’s the juice?" Dr. Kelvin asked. "I want one too!" Dr. Brandon added. "Geez, you guys! Can't you wait a second?" Joe replied, reaching into his bag and pulling out two boxes of strawberry juice in packaging identical to the goat-blood juice from the Mediyoung Company.