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As the shooter pulled the trigger I turned our bodies around as I felt a stinging pain on my back as my subconsciousness was slowly fading away. What the..!!? The chapter ended. I scrolled down towards the next chapter and it was in mafia devil's pov. I saw Angel's cold body lying on the floor with blood all around. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes as her eyes slowly flickered close. I looked up at the building and saw a man packing his things. Without any second thought I pulled my gun out and shot him right on spot. Jeez!! Your angel herself appointed that poor guy to kill you yet this psychotic bastard killed him.

My heart dropped and air knocked out of my lungs, my vision blurring with fesh tears as I read the only phrase written on the page. "Why do you want to kill me Shekhar?" *** Please reward me with gems, if you enjoyed the chapter. Love Pia.

No, I won't. "No. Now, let's go. "He started walking off so I couldn't do anything but just follow. Thinking why everything's so messed up. That why should it be him on the first place. My family's killer. My mate. Why of all people... Should it be you? ∆∆∆ End of Chapter 10 Pt. 1 ∆∆∆

No more risk. My phone buzzed. Text from Evan. Please think about it. I deleted it. No reply. Another from Clara. Meeting went well. Dad is moving fast. You two okay? I typed back. Fine. Focus on Vance. Lies. All of it. Nothing felt fine. The man I wanted more than anything carried the blood of my brother's killer. Christian Ryder. The name alone made me sick. I stood up. Paced the small room. Bed. Window. Door. Evan had been everywhere in here. His laugh. His touch. His stupid perfect smile. Now it all tasted like poison.

Chapter 1 Ella Whitmore MERRY CHRISTMAS, JASPER. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. My cheeks burned hot with excitement as I clutched the gift box tightly, reading the inscription on the back one more time before struggling to insert the key into the keyhole. I had been planning this surprise for weeks. Christmas eve was finally here, and I just couldn't wait to see the look Jasper would have on his face when he realized that I actually got him the wristwatch he'd always admired.

She reread it, once, twice, as if the words might change if she blinked. He had approved her Christmas leave. Her chest tightened, confusion settling heavily in its place. This wasn’t like him. Alton Donovan did not grant favors lightly, and when he did, he was an absolute asshole. She glanced toward his office. The door was closed. Scarlet leaned back in her chair, heart racing now for an entirely different reason. There had to be a catch with this man.

"More... please." "Patience," he murmured against my skin, sucking my clit into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Fingers parted my lips, one sliding in, curling to hit that spot. I came fast, thighs clamping his head, crying his name. He uncuffed me, pulling off the blindfold. "Good girl. Tomorrow, we heat things up." Christmas Day dawned with gifts under the tree, but ours were different. After brunch, eggnog pancakes and stolen kisses, he lit a candle, wax pooling red like blood. I knelt on the rug, naked, heart hammering. "Ready for the burn?"

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?“, I shouted but I got startled when suddenly Xavier took out his shiny silver gun tucked in his pant and pointed it at a maid. “Xavier, What are you doing?” I shivered in fear but he kept a straight face. “Go or else I’ll shoot”, he spat, his tone was cold while his face was expressionless. “WHAT THE HE-” *Bang* “NOOOOO!!!!!” ~~~❤~~~ End of fifteenth chapter. So what are your opinions about Xavier? What will happen now? Thank you guys. If you like my story do press the star button to show your appreciation.💞

Jean said in an angry voice. “It means you already decided me as a killer and now you are trying to fit the consequences and the evidence in me. And I won't let you do that. If needed I'll find that Dr. Killer myself and then prove how wrong you all are.” after saying that Jackson anxiously stood up from the chair and stomped out from the room.

It brings me back to my home in Mexico, when all of us would be home for Christmas, excluding my brother, he hasn't been home in seven years. I'm brought out of my reverie when I feel a leg brush against my own. My eyes snap to Nino, narrowing on the fake innocent look on his face. But it's the mischievous look in his eyes that gets me and I narrow my eyes. "You don't want to play this game with me, Nino," I murmur across the table as his foot continues to stroke my calf. His foot wanders up my dress and still, the look didn't falter.