Novel & Cerita Crash & Burn Book

Megan's POV I couldn't believe I was holding a photo album in my hands. I didn’t understand why Ashton was giving me something like this, and my curiosity heightened. I became more excited to look at everything inside the old album. I slowly sat at the edge of the bed, leaned my back against the headboard, placed the memory book on my lap, and started scanning the old photo album.

Chapter 19: Cracks in the Foundation Life is rarely destroyed in a single day—it crumbles slowly, like a house with unseen cracks. At first, it looks fine, standing tall and steady. Then one night, a storm passes through, and suddenly, the walls tremble, revealing weaknesses that had always been there. For this family, the storm was gathering. Abby’s Double Life Collapses Abby had been living in two worlds—the devoted husband at home and the secret lover outside it. But secrets, like cracks, never stay hidden forever.

The way he carried weight with his words. But now… I couldn’t melt. I had to burn.

Don Bryant, who was standing nearby, asked anxiously, "Is there really nothing else that can be done to save Oliver, Cynthia?" I shook my head, replying calmly, "There's nothing that can be done, Don Bryant. You see, once someone is tainted by a black witch, the damage is irreversible. It's only a matter of time before his life force is completely drained. Your best course is to begin making funeral arrangements for Oliver now, Don Bryant." Having said that, I took William's hand and walked away, deliberately ignoring the heart-rending cries of despair that erupted from Oliver behind us. …

No one was there to jostle with me over drinks or help me face life's curveballs. I had come to realize that some mistakes were so grave, they were beyond fixing. The wedding's crystal lights, the red carpet, Winter's frantic eyes, and Leon's furious punches kept replaying in my mind, over and over, like a relentless film. I kept wondering if only I had not gone to that hotel, if only I had not spent that night with Winter, maybe everything could have been different. However, life did not deal in 'if onlys'. I lost the best friend I ever had, and I lost the person I used to be.

"So, can you help me find a job?" Emma and Alan exchanged glances. They seemed to communicate silently before finally reaching a decision. Alan said with a slight smile, "If you're truly serious... I'll find one for you." - A few days later, at the CEO's office at Smith Group… "The hotel room booker is unknown, and the owner of the necklace can't be found either. Should I reassess your performance, Theo?" Asher remarked, his face dark after receiving a report from his personal assistant regarding his request from over two weeks ago.

I know how hard it is to establish a business and when your investor start to not believe in you is even more harder and I believe because of that post it’s affecting her business and I think it’s going to make her even more in rage but upon thinking about it… she made me pissed last night and this is the payment for that. “It’s still going to collapsed even without that post. Some people are speculating about the child trafficking incident that has been happening inside that company, and now people are bringing it up again and it will fall not slowly but fast and harsh.” Kate said. “and that’s just the harsh truth, or some call it karma… I guess it’s on your side.” She smirk at me. I shake

I should end with this already. “Rocky is my therapy dog,” I said without looking at her, my eyes fixed on the horizon. “I was a firefighter for six years before losing my leg in a rescue gone wrong three years ago. I don't know if you've been to Main Port, but there's a bridge that crosses a river that overflows every time there's a storm. That day there was a really strong one, with winds of almost forty miles,” I swallowed remembering the moment. “We received a call that night. A car was crossing the bridge when the river overflowed and dragged the car towards the bridge’s railing, destroying part of the structure and leaving it almost hanging from it. The woman who was driving had manage

Drowned in betrayal. Suffocated by despair.

"And him! All three of his core surgeries? I paid to have someone else perform them! They're nothing without me!" The last scraps of dignity holding the team together were ripped apart completely. Each of them was desperate to strip the others bare, just to lessen their own share of the blame. I sat at a safe distance, unscrewing my second bottle of mineral water as I took a slow, languid sip. In the meantime, Matt couldn't endure the bone-eating agony of the toxin any longer. He started screaming as he smashed a wine glass against the floor, grabbed the largest shard, and slashed it toward his wrist.