Novel & Cerita Bridget Catherine Regan

"Apologize to Zacharias right now, or else I'm not going to marry you. I know your family's stronger than mine, but I still won't marry a snake!" The box had a beautiful cover, but the sharp edges cut my chin open. The people around us gasped, but none came forward. I touched my chin, and a sliver of red stained my palm. This woman was not the one I knew. Now, she looked more like the one I saw in my past life. The one who yelled at me because of Zacharias. My heart was growing colder for her. "I'm not apologizing for something I didn't do." "You're going to regret this." Rachel held Zacharias and left.

“She was always a hard worker. When she was fourteen, she’d come home from school and make grilled cheese for me and her sister.” “Mom,” I warned under my breath. “I’m just saying. She’s always been responsible. Even when she shouldn’t have had to be.” I stiffened. Dean, of course, noticed. Bridget sipped her water, suddenly quieter. “It’s just nice to see her doing so well.” I couldn’t take it anymore. “Where was that energy when you were letting Greg pawn off my laptop for crack money?” The table went silent. Dean shifted slightly. Bridget’s hand froze on her fork.

She heaved a deep sigh as she put the documents down on the table. Morrigan's cold gaze darts towards the Prince Regent who is now crawling out of bed. But like Mathias, he could barely lift himself with how potent the drug Morrigan created just for the two of them. She leaned on the frame of a chair as she watches the Prince Regent crawling towards the door for his dear life. "Why struggle when everything will come to an end now." Morrigan wiped the dagger on her dress and held its hilt tightly as she lifts herself to stand upright. Looking below her, watching the Prince Regent mopping the floor as he helplessly crawls the cold floor. Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of

Furthermore, Allure's reaction at the execution ground left him completely dumbfounded. “Didn’t Uncle Denver say that Lily is gentle and sweet? How can she remain unaffected after entering the execution ground? She even snatched the weapon and fired a shot.” Regan rapped his fingers on the table as he looked at the footage from the execution grounds. “Just what kind of a woman did these people trap me into marrying?" His expression darkened and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Could it be that they are planning something huge?" “This won’t do!” The chair screeched as Regan pushed it backward and stood up suddenly. “I have to get her under control as soon as possible.”

Between the legs of a woman young enough to be Regan’s age mate. They break apart quickly. “Oh look at that,” Regan drawls, crossing her arms. “Fucking the help now, are we, Dad?” I chuckle and drape an arm around her shoulder. “Not just the help,” I say mildly. “I believe that’s his secretary.” The lady smooths her skirt, looking at us nervously. “Oh,” Regan says brightly. “A girl on her back trying to climb the corporate ladder. I should have known.” The lady approaches us, extending her hand. “I’m so sorry about us meeting like this. Your father has told me so much about you both. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“If it were Catherine, you would. I understand you now. My daughter and I don’t matter to you. Catherine is the only one who does.” She rose to her feet and walked out of his office. Alexander didn’t stop her. Back home, Beatrice went straight to her bedroom, opened her safe, and took out a phone. She dialed. “What is it?” an irritated voice snapped through the speaker. Beatrice tensed. “Your daughter has been targeted by Regan.” Silence. She quickly explained everything that had happened. When she finished, the voice returned, cold and clipped: “Nothing must happen to our daughter.”

Regan asked, fake concern lacing her voice. His panic was believable, but anyone would be able to hear how fake she was. God, she should not be a professional hitman or an actress. ‘Everyone’s in position. We got what we needed. Good job, Imeela,’ Brynn said proudly. “You’re a fucking liar and a horrible actress,” I said, opening my eyes. Regan’s jaw dropped when I stood up, crossing my arms over my chest. She looked like she was going to cry when all of the leadership stood around, blocking her escape.

said Regan. ***

She was alive and living in an unknown city currently. Adrian explained to Mya, “Reagan’s daughter is named Crystal Nave, and she’s a scholar. She’s currently teaching at Skysouth University. “If I’m not mistaken, she’s twenty-seven this year.” Mya was extremely astonished.

“I want everything on Hannah. I want to know who her husband was... and who her friend is.” Arthur didn’t ask questions. He pulled out his laptop and began working. His fingers danced over the keyboard with practised ease. He wasn't just a PA; Arthur held a master’s degree in computer engineering and specialised in cybersecurity. Minutes later, three pictures lit up his screen: James, Hannah, and Lyra — on separate slides. He handed the device back to Matthew. The moment Matthew’s eyes landed on the first picture, his jaw tightened. His hand clenched around the laptop.