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She pursed her lips and let out a forced laugh. Suddenly, a youthful voice echoed in the hall. "Ha! No matter how great the Zechariah sister is, it won't matter. Murray has a girlfriend, and I've seen her. She's so pretty, even prettier than a Disney princess." Marjorie stood defiantly before the dining table with her hands on her hips. She had initially come to grab some cake but stayed to listen when she heard her brother being mentioned. She was thrilled to hear him praised, but Rita's words upset her.

But when did he start murdering his girlfriend, that was the main question there. I sat on the table to face the King, and questioned. “Can you explain your story for my better understanding?” Maddox stared at the wall for half of the day, fidgeting with his jacket. Then he spoke after torturing me with unnecessary suspense. “Davina Miller, my younger half sister, died because of Raymond. He had promised to marry her after a year of dating. I still remember how happy my sister was to finally meet a gentleman.” Davina Miller?

"Mury is right. This enemy could be from the past. We might have known them so remembering would be helpful." Chewing sounds came from Sire who briefly nodded his head for agreement of the flashback. He had only one question though. "How far will we go?" Mury thought about it for a while and then came out with an answer. "Before we all got married. Just when Mona and I were planning our weddings. " Now that was a time. About the time that everything started. The drift. That racked up three of their lives. Blowing out the three flames that had burnt deeply in their hearts.

He bowed to Roman and began speaking. “As you all know, I am Allen Walker, Liah's only brother and the Alpha's brother-in-law,” he started and no one objected to that. Everyone knew him, apparently, everyone except me. “My sister never eloped with anyone. Infact, she was never kidnapped to begin with. She murdered before my very eyes and that of her mate.” Gasps erupted and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. 'Mate,’’ Arla whimpered and my gaze shifted to Roman. His face was a blank mask but I was certain this pain I was feeling was from him.

After marrying into the Preston family, I had worked tirelessly for them, only to end up killed by my own husband. Just as I thought my body was about to be riddled with knives, Scott suddenly appeared directly above us. The blade hovered over Nicky's head. I had no strength left to act and could think of no better plan. All I could do was turn the camera around to face Nicky and shout frantically, "Scott, I'm begging you—please just believe me this one time! This really is Nicky! I'm not lying to you! She really is your sister!" On the video call, Scott rolled his eyes impatiently.

Ava's Pov "Miss Ava Sterling," the pastor said, turning toward me. "Do you take Ethan Van Horn as your lawfully wedded husband?" The question hangs in the air like a weight pressing against my chest. For a moment I cannot breathe. I can't imagine in my life that a day will come when I would be getting married to my sister's fiancee, what a big betrayal from me. Hundreds of eyes are watching me. I can feel them even though I refuse to look at the crowd. Powerful families,Influential business partners,Socialites who thrive on whispers and scandals.

Maureen pushed back the tears, as she swallowed the lump forming in her throat. “Sal’s a great guy you know.” “Well then he’s all yours.” She spat bitterly and her face being that of surprise as Maeve stunned her with a slap across the face. “Never in your bitter, miserable life think I’d be interested in anyone’s man not to talk more of my own sister. My freaking twin! Keep that stupidity in check.” “I’m sorry.” Maureen apologized. “It’s okay.” “I just don’t think I’m the right fit.”

“Sweetheart, Alexander’s wife looks so much like you. It’s as if you’re the same person.” In an instant, all those casual remarks Adrian had made in the past flooded my mind. I looked down at Alexander, a myriad of doubts swirling in my heart like a tangled mess. From the beginning, I felt that Alexander was mysterious and inscrutable, his actions shrouded in secrecy, even his marriage. Five years ago, just a month after I married Adrian, Alexander announced his own marriage. But this wife of his was said to be abroad and had never been seen by anyone.

Even though I was almost certain that they had to be lovers, there was the fact that he was going around fucking other women while she was like this. “She will,” he agrees. “But the bastard that ends up with her better treat her like a fucking queen.” Shock rolls through me at his words. Wait… Wasn’t she with him? “What?” He asks, giving me a smirk. “You were probing, and now you’re giving me that look.” “Isn’t she…” I stammer, my cheeks flushing pink. “Isn’t she your..." “Sister,” he finishes for me. Eyes widening, I immediately wish that the floor would open up and swallow me, but before I can try to will it to happen, the door opens and healer Murdoch comes back.

I had often wondered how they got involved, but Melanie's answer was too much to accept. While my body shook violently, my ears rang, and everything around me swayed. My throat was filled with a salty, metallic taste. I reached for the glass and gulped down the liquid fiercely. Melanie burst into shrill laughter. "Hahaha, that's right, my dear sister-in-law! It feels great, doesn't it? You should have some guts if you know Matt is seeing someone else. You should leave him. Why are you still staying?" She looked at me and laughed again. "Do as you please. It doesn't matter. You can continue being Mrs. Murphy, and we’ll do whatever we want. Let me assure you, he’ll never leave me.