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I wasn’t expecting both of them, but maybe I could talk sense into both of them. “Dorothy is asleep. She can stay for the night. We need to talk.” I wanted Dorothy to tell him, but I wasn’t waking her up after it took me so long to convince her to sleep. She was one hundred percent positive that Kade was going to kill her and I wouldn’t notice “Has she said anything?” Damien mutters as he takes a seat at my small dining table. I tell them the conversation I had with Dorothy. “He called her poison?!” Dane asks in disgust

She tugged on the blanket with her fingers as she was on the verge of death. "Hurry up and die. Nigel won't divorce me if you die. Just die..." Dorothy's eyes flashed with a vicious gleam. At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door, and Dorothy was startled. She quickly put the oxygen mask back on Sarah's face. Nigel pushed the door and entered. When he saw Dorothy's hand on Sarah's oxygen mask, he hurriedly stepped forward and pushed her away. "What are you doing!"

"Let go of me! Phoebe James, I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you! I won't lose!" Dorothy screamed and struggled frantically. It was unknown what she had heard. Suddenly she was quiet as her muscles stiffened.

Before the scene chanced Dorothy muttered something to herself which is barely audible. " I really died that day," I blankly stared at her and the scene shifted. All these memories are so confusing. Nobody knows what happened that day and now Dorothy said: " she's dead". Is it even possible? Then the scene started to move fastly. All I could see in the moving scene is Victoria had a girl child. Peter and Victoria are happy together while Dorothy got pregnant with Cassie. It has to be Cassie I guess. Then Victoria named her child " Sapphire,"

"Bad men continue to perish. He sat without moving for quite a while, looking at nothing, before he got up to do the weather. Then he swallowed and wiped his face with his hand and abruptly stood up, knocking over a box of extra screws. It was irrelevant. None of it mattered. Inside, the panic only grew. He needed to see Doris. Needed to make sure she was safe. Needed to— But no. No. Too soon. Too suspicious. Too obvious. Chris forced himself back into his chair, though his hands shook so violently he couldn't pick up the wrench again. Darcy was dead. And were Darcy to die, all would be undone. ********* Kelvin finally slept that evening, but Doris did not. She sat alone in the living room i

The others naturally made no objections. However, when they were splitting the loot, everyone’s gaze was fixated on Dorothy because she was Alex’s wife. They both had four children as well, so she was his legitimate spouse. Thus, they naturally let her choose the loot first. Alex said, “Dorothy, take one first. You’ve just awakened, so you should replenish your vanished and divided soul properly.” Unexpectedly, Dorothy refused. She lightly shook her head as she already knew what kind of existence a bone pattern was. However... she indifferently said, “I don’t need them. These bone patterns are ineffective for me.”

I don’t think Dora is the sort of person who takes no for an answer. “First, we kill Levi, his wife, and his kids,” Dora says, her eyes gleaming with excitement, “And then we take out August.” “Sounds good,” I tell her, examining my new look in the mirror. I’ve dyed my hair darker and cut it shorter. No point in making it easy for them to spot me. “Then what do we do,” I ask Dora, tentatively, “Who’s next on the list?” “Elliot, Sophie, Diego and Hope,” she says firmly, “They all need to die. They helped Levi betray us, they have to go. Then it’s your turn.”

I watched them leave, fighting the black spots in my vision. Then, something inside me shattered completely. A warm flood gushed out, breaking the dam. "Ah!" Screams erupted around me. "Blood! Look at the blood!" "Oh my god, she's hemorrhaging! Look at her legs! Call 911!" "She's going to die! The baby–!" The voices blurred together into a chaotic roar as I drifted into the dark. I felt the cold grip of death tightening. Some kind tourists and the staff managed to get me onto a stretcher. I was vaguely aware of them covering me with a jacket; my lower half was soaked in red. It must have looked like a horror movie.

His cold gaze didn't harden or soften; it kept that detached, piercing intensity, treating the escalating tension like mere background noise. “Y…you didn’t,” she faltered, exhaling a heavy, tight breath. “You didn’t answer my question properly.” Sebastien arched a single, slow brow. Mother seemed to understand the silent warning because she quickly cleared her throat, trying to salvage her dignity. “What I mean is... I strictly forbade Dorothy from owning anything in that color. It is not allowed in this house. I assumed you knew.” “Knew about what?” he asked smoothly, flipping the journal sideways again. “The book, or the color?”

Then, she said calmly, "This medicine is enough to make you feel pain ten times worse than childbirth. This will make you wish you were dead. I'll ask you one last time. Is she still alive?" Dorothy stopped smiling and scoffed coldly. "Back when your mother did what she did to my mistress' daughter, when you two betrayed the Aspen family by murdering them in cold blood, and when you murdered my mistress, I already wished I was dead. I won't tell you anything. Go and figure it out yourself." Dorothy paused. Her injury was clearly getting to her. " I must say, Lena, the original will always be better than a copy. "You'll never live up to her. Lastly, I hope the two of you suffer for the rest o