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I could only imagine what the bottom of my feet looked like now that I was running bare-footed on sharp rocks and pine needles. “She better be,” Nathan boomed from behind me before I would answer. Nathan wore his normal gray sweats I had seen many times before, but I couldn't tear my eyes from his bare chest. His perfectly sculpted muscles made my heart flutter in anticipation, despite our current circumstances. I looked closer when my eyes rested on a dark patch on the left of his stomach. As he came closer, I noticed two small puncture wounds at the top of the steady blood flow coming from his left abdomen.

Exhausted. Desperate. Rebellion. Escape. Each word felt like a blade carving itself into my heart. I scrubbed harder and harder until every tile in the bathroom shone. When my dad came to check, he nodded in satisfaction and pulled 15 dollars from his wallet. "Not bad. Here, take it." I took the money and slipped the bills into my pocket. Back in my room, I opened my ledger and wrote in it. [Debt: 600.] [Repaid: 15.]

His eyes opened a fraction. That was enough to answer. "She's back," he whispered. And she wants her fault to be forgotten. "What mistake?" I said. He smiled, teeth red. "Letting her live." His head fell to the side. He was dead. I arose slowly, a cold wind on my face. Footsteps came behind me. One of my men said, "Target neutralised. I did not turn. "Clean this up." "Yes, sir." My phone vibrated. Drina.

I still can't accept that. Cole and Dylan finished cleaning the restobar and Brother Morris and Onin did the same in the kitchen when I got back. The twins were just waiting for me so we could go to the staff house together. Onin also said goodbye. He said that I could use his shoes as of now, joking that I should just buy him a new pair when I break them. I want to say that maybe he likes my Air Jordan 4 Undefeated shoes in the bag. Can anyone of them afford $15,000 shoes? And worst of all, I might be mistaken for a bad person or a thief because I have something very expensive.

Five-hundred pages of filth turned into a weapon. The perfect Poetic justice for chasing me through the city like a deranged bloodhound. My heart hammered so hard I almost laughed. Wasn’t this the part where heroines in books pulled some badass move? Yeah, well—I was no mafia queen. I was Nova, whose emergency plan consisted of “call 911 and maybe throw stationery.” “Why are you following me?!” Her lips curled. “Why do you think?” The way she said it made my stomach flip. If only she knew how chaotic and filthy my thought process was. I’m sure she wouldn’t have asked what I was thinking at any given time.

Adam Hart, once a successful and wealthy businessman, succumbed to financial ruin due to poor choices and deceit. Desperate, Adam immersed himself in gambling, associating with the underworld, leading to a drastic change in behavior. Adam's gambling addiction spiraled into massive debts. To cover them, he cunningly pawned the Rossie mansion's certificate, sparking rumors and confirming the betrayal to Lady Rossie.

After all the things he did to me, he deserved to be embarrassed in front of all these people! “Tsk!” I pulled Darrell by his hand. Stop pestering me EL! Just stop! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself. "Miss Holloway, it's cold out here. Please, get in the car." Pemberton held the door open for me with quiet deference. I pulled my gaze away. I didn't spare the dark shape at the end of the street another glance. I ducked into the warm, luxurious cabin. The door shut with a heavy thud. The black motorcade rolled over the fresh snow and carried on toward the gleaming heart of the city, leaving behind forever the legless beggar sobbing in the drifts.

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.

“I didn't want to worry you, mother. Besides, I know better than to get you mixed in my business.” “Thats nonsense. Go take a shower. You smell like alcohol and look like hell.” “Thanks.” I said sarcastically. I went upstairs before anybody else could see me. After I freshened up, I received a call from Seb. “I’ve called in some favors and moved some stuff around. We should be able to settle Nathaniel before the week runs out.” “Thank goodness.” I sighed in relief. “I think we’ll be able to solve our Dominic problem too. The substance that Isabella was injected with isn't just anything.”