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He walked to the adjacent ward and opened the door, but there was no sign of me. Frowning, he went to the nurses' station. "Where is patient 807? She just had kidney surgery. She shouldn't be moving around." The nurse checked the computer and replied calmly, "Patient 807, Jocelyn Pryce… was declared deceased at 5:20 p.m. this afternoon."

My husband, Matteo Bellini, runs New York's underworld. Everyone said I hit the jackpot when he married me. On our wedding night, right after we made love, he brought in Aria. She was a custom-made AI maid worth millions. Matteo said she had the most advanced lie-detector system in the world. One lie, and I would pay. He kissed me. "My mother betrayed my father. He told me women are all liars. I want to believe you're different, but you have to prove it." From that day on, Aria became my living nightmare. Every time she said I was lying, I got punished. Even when I told the absolute truth. It was always hard slaps and the cold water cell. I cried and begged him. I swore I would never betray

At a party hosted at our house, my husband sang a soul-stirring rendition of “Missing You Tonight". He poured his heart into it, his eyes misty and his voice raspy with emotion. I secretly recorded a video and posted it online. To my surprise, the video blew up. Hundreds of thousands of likes poured in, with the comment section overflowing with sympathy. Laughing, I handed my phone to my husband. “Jacob, you went viral.” The top-voted comment read: [Girl, I’m not one to stir up drama, but your husband looks like he’s nursing a broken heart.] I thought he’d just laugh it off with a half-hearted smile. Instead, he took the phone and looked me straight in the eye with dead seriousness. “Yo

This involved a life that was taken. "Is he dead?" Alex asked. "Just answer us that." "It's..." Geo took a deep breath. "It's not what you think. I don't know what you found, but whatever it is, isn't the truth." "That's not an answer, Puppy." "That's all I can give you," Geo said. He looked up at them with honest eyes. For a second, they seemed like they were crying for help. "Please, you're going to just have to trust me on this."

He glances at the enchantress before staring back at me, “We have to go to the beach house.” My brows creasing, “Why? Did Harry finally come back?” There was excitement in my voice and I was hopeful that Harry finally came back and probably looked for me. “No.” He turns me down straight. “Georgie committed suicide last night. Her lifeless body was found by Neal floating on the beach this morning.”

Oops, I forgot that I had no heart but nectar. That is when reality dawned on me, while the processor's words rang in my ear. Different evil entities will keep coming after you once you get to Gaea. Then the priest's messenger words also played in my mind. They mentioned one boy whom they thought was the last of the Smiths, but he was killed. That is also when I remember that I didn't get the chance to ask him more questions before the war began.

"Lawrence and I have been friends for many years. Now that the Radcliffe family is under his control, I can't do something that would disgrace him. Diego must have realized this or dared to take the risk." "Please go back. I keep my word. This matter will remain secret."Celeste stood up and showed her pregnant belly to Georgina. "I'm not in a convenient state. Hence, I won't keep you longer." Georgina stood up with a pale face. "Thank you, Ms. York." Though they were just words, she believed Celeste. Celeste smiled faintly while remaining silent. She walked her Georgina out the door in the dark. The next day, news of Georgina's death arrived.

He smiled softly and requested, “Do you want your stepfather to live or do you believe in a witch?” “I want him to live.” “That is good to hear. Where is your father?” “He is at Mount Olive Village.” “Mount Olive Village. That's far from here.” “Yes, Boss.” “It's all right. Take a break. We will see to it.” “I got you, Boss. Thank you for your concern.” “You are welcome.” George left for his room very relieved while Tim returned to his room. The Broadcast - On Foreign Scene George's broadcast put the South Coastians to sleep. Everyone, especially the citizens of Savannah was waiting for their reactions but none came.

The funeral hall was filled with people, who remained quiet, they all went to bow at her feet one last time. I stood at the front, my hands clenched at my sides. Georgina’s body lay in a glass coffin, dressed in her royal robes. I cleaned my tears, still unable to believe that she was gone, she should not be in that coffin, She should be here, standing beside me… alive but that was just a fantasy now. The elders walked forward, each of them, talking about how great Georgina was and how she had helped them, the hall was filled with cries as each elder shared his stories.

He was one of my closest buddies. But that’s not the problem here. I freeze as a scary realization hits me. Today is the 27th of December. Ten years ago at exactly 11:00 am New York time, my father was found dead in his office by his secretary. Bella and I never got the full story since we were too young, but the cause of his death remains a mystery to us. And now the time is 11:03 am. Three minutes ago I received that call from Greece.