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I finished reading and a slow smile spread across my face. “You really did a great job, Martin.” Martins turned slightly from the passenger seat, flashing a proud smile. “I always deliver, sir. Honestly, it wasn’t too hard to push her. She was already on the edge… I just helped her fall faster.” I chuckled. Of course he did. I reached into my jacket, pulled out another envelope, and handed it to him. Martins took it greedily, his fingers almost trembling as his eyes shone with the same greed Harrington had shown.

leaving Luzern ablaze behind. - The memory of that bloody night in Luzern lingered in Edgar’s mind, where he lost both a friend and his bodyguard in the mission to reclaim his love. With trembling hands, Edgar took out the paper Martin left him and kept safe all this time. “This... is from him,” Edgar whispered. Nana carefully unfolded it. Inside was a simple poem — Martin’s handwriting, a bit messy but warm: To Nana If one day I am gone, don’t mourn me too long.

Who is Martin? I looked at the date of the letter and was surprised because it was only five months ago. That means... a month before Kelly died when this Martin wrote to her. I read the rest of the letter and there I was a bit... surprised. 'How are you, my dear Kelly? Are you happy now with my gift? Now, don't be angry if I spoiled you with fancy things, you know me since we were young. This is how I really am. One more thing... I love you so let me go. I'm still the old-fashioned guy, look... the internet and e-mail are fashionable but here I am writing to you on paper. Don't laugh at me, I know you... you're laughing at me again.

I shouted and interrupted Martin, "Martin, stop talking!" Then I said coldly, "If that's all you're here to say, please leave me alone." "Liana..." "Please get out!" Martin wanted to say something more to me, but I interrupted him. I really did not want to be angry, but my life of imprisonment was almost driving me crazy. "Then think about it carefully. You really have to believe in Edmond." Martin's voice was much softer. He took out a few bottles of wine from his pocket and placed them on the table. "These are for you. I hope you feel better."

"Dear Martins, By the time you read this letter, I will likely be at the airport, embarking on a new chapter of my life. But before I go, there are some things I need to say. I want to thank you for being a beacon of light in my darkest moments. When we first crossed paths ten years ago, I never could have imagined that our paths would intersect again, let alone that you would become a source of strength and support for me. I still remember the day you rejected my love letter, correcting my grammatical errors with words that stung more than any harsh words could have. You were the senior who embarrassed me in front of the entire school, and for years, I harbored resentment towards you. But d

Martin hopes the media will no longer disturb the problems of people who have died. "God may I ask you, I am a sinner who only wants to ask that the love that has remained for almost 5 years be abolished immediately, I also want to feel another love. But when I keep trying the image of that woman keeps coming back." Martin opened his eyes as he finished his prayer. Martin stood up and turned his body around, but he had to be surprised when he saw the face of the woman he had just mentioned in his prayer, now right in front of him.

A voice said and he turned back, his eyes widened when he saw Martin and Mia, the two guys were also behind them. "Surprised right?" Mia asked, smiling sinisterly. "It's you...you both" Damien stuttered, dumbfounded. "What did you think?" Martin said with a smirk but it changed to a frown immediately. "Where is the document?" He asked. "How could you?" Damien muttered, still looking dumbfounded. "Enough of the talk, where is the document?" Martin asked and Damien brought out a document from the bag he was holding. "This is it" Damien replied and gave it to Martin.

Sans plus attendre il quitta le bureau du Docteur Olsen et alla retrouver Cynthia dans la salle où elle se trouvait. Martin: Chérie..... S'il te plait j'aimerais qu'on oublie tout le passé..... Dès maintenant tu portes en toi le fruit de notre amour et je promets t'aimer pour toujours. Puis il donna un baiser au front. Quelques jours plus tard ...... Martin venait de me porter la bonne nouvelle j'étais tellement ému. _Architectora GONÇALVES_

“Adrian is a damn CEO!” “I did reached out to you a several times, Elena, but you never replied!” Martin shot back, his anger overpowering mine. The sharpness in his voice and the weight of his words struck me so deeply that if I hadn’t already been seated, I might have crumpled to the floor. “You did?” I asked, completely stunned. “Yes. Even before the heart attack, I tried, but none of the letters were ever answered or sent back, so I gave up. Dad and Zach never knew I did, because they would’ve been furious with me especially Zach,” Martin said.

"We said together." He nodded and reached out. Pull the tape back slowly, the way you open something you can't unopen. The sound of it in the quiet room was very loud. The first thing inside was an envelope with Martin's name on it. His handwriting recognition was immediate and physical. I watched something move across his face, a flinch that wasn't quite a flinch, more like the way a person looks when they hear a voice they weren't prepared to hear. The second envelope had my name.