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She tried to hold Kris but he remembered the video and saw how filthy she was, he pushed her hands off and said, " I am not interested in your food. Please, stay away from me until I am done with my plan." Mandy was confused and she asked, " Plan? What plan are you talking about? Are you planning to divorce me or what? Answer me, Kris." Kris didn't reply her. Mandy broke down in tears and said, " I have apologized for accusing you of being infidel. Please, do not leave me." Kris asked " Leave you? Did you do anything that will warrant me to leave you?If you didn't do anything then there is no need of asking me not to leave you unless you did an unpardonable act such as killing, stealing or c

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What the fuck was this Alpha up to? "Leave as soon as you can and I will meet you back at Inferno. I'll find Zach and we will run out before you get back to the pack house," she said as she stood up, giving me a chaste kiss before shifting and running off into the woods. "That's our mate," Creed said proudly in my head. "Yep, shes fucking amazing," I mumbled back.

after praying I felt sleepy and ended up sleeping, I woke up with a knock on the door with someone calling me, - Kris, kris, - I'll be right back, I didn't recognize the voice, and I opened the door was the boss, -Who was the boss, - Kris I'm sorry but I came to call because Jack left with a suitcase and said he was going to travel and asked me to deliver this note to you, - What? I said and took the ticket, which said,

My phone buzzed again. This time I picked it without thinking. “Kris,” I said. “Whatever you’ve heard, listen to me. I didn’t touch your sister. I swear to the goddess, I didn’t lay a hand on her. I don’t know how she got into my bed. I was drugged. Someone poisoned my food. I swear, I…” “Relax,” Kris said, cutting me off with a laugh. “Breathe.” I paused. What? “I know, Kaidon.”

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Upon seeing that, she gripped her cell phone tightly and wondered whether Gemma had heard her conversation with Gideon. During their conversation, they had mentioned the video clip and the condition of Gemma’s face. Kris bit on her lower lip and thought to herself, I didn’t intend to let Gemma know all this. Even if she overheard the conversation, it’s not my fault at all! With that thought, she flung her phone aside once again. Truth was, she felt quite exhausted after putting on an act in front of everyone in the Walton Family for the past few days. She leaned back against her swivel chair but her phone chose that moment to ring all of a sudden. She gave a quick glance at the caller identi

It was not a message from Dree, but from Amias' number. Era's body immediately tensed. A conviction formed in her mind that the message was not sent by Amias, but by Amias' kidnapper. Fear arose. Terror spread through Era's body. She held her breath as she opened the message, which contained a video. Fear wrestled with curiosity. Era gathered her courage and played the video. She braced herself to watch despite her heart pounding uncomfortably. It was the pained expression on Amias' face that filled the phone screen, signaling unbearable suffering.

He asked and Chloe gasped. “Oh my God, for heaven's sake. What the heck is wrong with you?” she asked, shaking her head. “You're supposed to be focused on this book right here, not my lips.” She said, her voice taking control of her body, vibrating over that and swallowing hard to keep it out of her voice, the tension she felt.

--- The next morning starts with the hateful blare of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. I groan and roll over, grabbing it before it can ring again. Private Caller. That can only mean one thing. “Yeah?” I mutter, voice scratchy with sleep. “You’re late on the last two payments, Seline.” Loan collectors don’t do pleasantries. “I told you I’d get it this month. Business has been slow.” “Business isn’t our problem. The debt is.” I sit up, pressing my fingers to my temple. “I’m good for it. I always am.”