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Then I deleted it. Without a second thought.

“Two mobile phones included.” “Good.” Zeke’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction mixed with tension. “You can delete it remotely, right?” Smoke nodded. “Already on it.” He typed a few more commands, his face set with concentration. After another minute, he looked up with a satisfied smirk. “Done. The video has been wiped from the face of the earth.” Zeke turned to Francis, arching a brow. “You were saying?” For a moment, Francis’s face went pale, his confidence crumbling. But then he managed to plaster a smug smile back on as he remembered something.

"Shut up! How could you… How could you do that? She was such a good woman!" I could barely remember how Joshua used to follow me around, always with a goofy grin and his body covered in little bruises and scrapes. "I fell down again, Maddie. Can you patch me up again?" "Stop hitting him! He'll die! What's so good about Maddison that you have to treat Harv like this?" Nelly rushed over, yet Joshua kicked her away. He spat at her, "You bitch! You can't ever compare to Maddison!" All of the Fisher family members nodded at that moment. "We agree to kick Harvey out of the Fisher family!"

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The biting night wind dried the moisture in the corners of my eyes. Just then, the phone in my pocket vibrated. It was an unknown number. "Hello, is this Ms. Aurora?" The voice on the other end was formal, male, and rigorously professional. "Speaking." "Ms. Aurora, I am the human lawyer handling your disassociation from pack affairs. All the cancellation procedures you entrusted to me have been completed." "The pack real estate under your name, the luxury cars, and the family trust funds have all been liquidated and transferred to a confidential Swiss Bank account. Your identity information within the Werewolf Registry will be formally deleted in two weeks."

She clicked into a file labeled with a timestamp. Sofia right‑clicked and deleted it. “We should probably clear it from any backups, too,” Aria said. “These systems sometimes keep shadow copies. Or recycle bins.” Footsteps echoed faintly down the hallway outside. She turned toward the door. “Oh god, they’re back.” A confirmation box popped up on the screen: Are you sure you want to permanently delete this file? “Yes!” both of them said at once. Sofia clicked, and the file vanished from the list.

She asked a while later. "I don't have one. My setting is like that. Anything deleted was forever gone. It can't be retrieved," Ashley was now crying silently, wiping her tears with the back of her hands. She knew she was fucked up now. Niel would be absolutely angry at her any moment now. "Gosh... I already deleted my final draft," Brandon said. He had cleared the recycle bin so the file was gone forever too. "Me too..." Leo added. "Me too..." Haylee said the same.

Once she had enough stocked away she got the gastric sleeve Alex had always discouraged her from getting. By year two she had finally made it to 145lbs. For her height that was perfect. Her finances were comfortable Tess wasn’t rich but she was making a decent amount. She afforded herself excess skin removal surgery. After she took some time healing she went and got a full mommy make over. It included a tummy tuck, bbl and breast lift. Some days Tess didn’t even recognize herself. Her hair now touched her butt. Ever since Tess started getting Brazilian blow outs her hair was straighter and no longer frizzy.

"She didn't want to waste processing cycles decoding the files if she had to verify a detail about your schedule or your vocabulary in real time. She was using it like an open dictionary." Ava didn't look at the text files or the video archives populated in the sandbox window. She had already audited enough of her sister’s spite in the previous chapters; she didn't need to fill her eyes with more carbon copies of her own face or her own bedroom. Instead, her fingers moved across the mechanical keyboard with a sharp, rapid-fire cadence that filled the small concrete room with a wall of sound. Clack. Clack. Clack. She opened the master deletion utility—a forensic-grade data destruction tool sh