Novel & Cerita Corrupted Bonnie

Once back home, I locked myself in my home office and powered on the desktop. I buried myself in work, trying to revive my company, trying to make sense of the mess I’d made. Helping Vera had somehow become more important than anything else, and yet she kept pushing me away like I was the very thing poisoning her peace. And maybe I was. Still, none of this would’ve happened if I had just changed the code to my safe after Monica left. Stupid mistake. “Damn it!” I cursed out loud, slamming my fists against the desk. “Why didn’t I change it? Why the hell didn’t I change it?”

I can only hope the day will never come when we stand against one another, pointing our guns to kill. A familiar figure walks in and takes the farthest seat at our fifty sitters' tables. The girl I wanted to avoid the whole evening. The Cannibal Snookums; Regan Wells. The bane of my goddamn existence. For leaving me confused all the damn time, pulling the emotional strings in my heart and mind, considerably bad for my health. I know she knows I am here. Her hand trembles as she takes her drink close to her mouth, but she does not look my way for once.

The Times article dropped at 9 a.m. Tuesday. "The Sinclair Scandal: How One Woman Bribed Her Way Into New York's Most Powerful Family." It had photos. It had financial records. It had the sworn statement of Elise Monroe, dated three months before she died of an overdose, notarized, sealed, and undeniable. It named Vanessa Sinclair as the sole architect of a three-year fraud that had resulted in the divorce of Damien Cross and his first wife, Aria Sinclair, whose current whereabouts were unknown.

Georgia advised softly. “I know that,” Bonnie said. “The first picture and message came when I was hanging out with Syrus, and the second one came just yesterday. In fact, Syrus almost caught me, but I was able to handle the situation,” Bonnie informed Georgia. Georgia nodded, impressed. “I am proud of you, Bonnie. We are going to handle this between us, and I promise you that I will never let this scumbag ruin your life for you,” Georgia said supportively.

But Victor had always seen me as the bad influence. Bonnie looked at me. I shook my head, but it was already too late. She didn’t hesitate. “I’m sorry for lying. It’s Claire. She had to get an abortion. I’m just helping her as her friend.” Victor’s voice got louder, and disappointed. “Abortion? Are you serious right now? I warned you so many times to stay away from Claire! That girl is going to ruin your life one day, Bonnie. I told you she’s a bad influence. Get over here right now.”

“You’re still swollen Ma Cherie, yet you want me just as much as I want you.” Lazarus pulled away, his fingers slick with my arousal as he licked them clean. He smiled wickedly. “I’ll see you later, don’t miss me too much.” “Highly doubt that.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Wasn’t talking to you.” he replies, darting his gaze between my thighs. My cheeks heat, glaring at him as he left with a triumphed smile. The only person who wanted to see my demise is Bonnie. She willingly spilled my secrets in hopes of replacing me.

He recovered from his shock, nodded, and said, "Yes, sure, of course! Why wouldn't I agree with the Goddess' suggestion?" … On the other side... Bonnie's hands and feet were tied in the secret chamber behind the temple; she looked depressed. Her plan to rule over the entire Roland Continent was about to succeed, but Darryl destroyed it at the very last moment. Besides that, she had also become a prisoner. No one would be able to bear the shame and defeat as she did.

“I can’t ignore my conscience. I don’t even know why Bonnie did it.” “Where is the button now?” I asked coldly. “She flushed it down the toilet,” the agent replied truthfully. “You’re lying! I didn’t—I didn’t do that!” Bonnie bit her lip, mumbling in denial. “Do I need to send someone to retrieve it from the sewer?” I sneered. Bonnie still refused to admit it. Her shamelessness was almost impressive. Just then, Nick—who had been silent until now—turned to Vic beside him and said coldly, “Send someone to find it.”

The scout struggled for breath. "Nobody knows." Not a reassuring answer. "The ground is moving." Nobody liked that either. Lucien pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wonderful. Ancient monsters, magical crowns, and now moving mountains." "You're coping poorly," Cassian observed. "I'm coping exactly as expected." The argument ended abruptly. The Bone Crown suddenly burned. Not warmth. Not discomfort. Pain. White-hot pain. Lyra cried out. Her knees hit the snow. A scream tore through her skull.

He nodded ever so slightly, his trust in her unwavering. With a deep breath, Luna made her decision. "Alright, Genevieve. We'll give you the fragment." Genevieve's laughter filled the cavern once more, resonating with twisted delight. As Luna extended her hand towards the witch, she couldn't help but feel a pang of uncertainty. However, she was convinced that they could outsmart Genevieve in the end. But just as the fragment left Luna's grasp, an unexpected surge of energy coursed through her veins. She felt her body convulsing, her vision blurring as the power of the moonstone overwhelmed her. It was too much, too strong for her mortal form to handle.