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After calling the guard at the witness protection quarantine house, Emily typed a few messages to Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt. The situation was getting out of control, and there were more and more victims related to the Henry Crawford case. The woman sat on the edge of Rayden's bed, staring intently at her phone. This was slightly annoying for Rayden. "Put your phone down, Emily, Dear. We're not finished—" "F*ck off, Ray. My work is more important!" Emily cut him off without even glancing at Rayden.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

8 missed calls I begin to rub my forehead in frustration. I sit down on the toilet and lean my head back. What am I going to do? I have dreams, ambition. If I focus on this mess, I can kiss those dreams goodbye. I never wanted this. I never wanted her. I never wanted anyone. I reopen my home screen. I delete all the unread messages, and I block the name that is burned into my brain—time to get back to my family. THAT'S THE END OF CURT'S STORY. LET'S SEE WHAT COLT IS UP TO. UP NEXT IS: COLT'S REDEMPTION

“And once we do, the head comes off clean.” Emily listened, the words sinking into her bones. This wasn’t just about bruises and broken promises. This was about blood, and the kind of justice you didn’t find in courtrooms. And she wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. ________________ Rhett’s hand tightened on her thigh under the table, grounding her, his warmth burning through the thin gown she still wore. She glanced at him, and for the first time, she didn’t see the distance between them — outlaw and runaway, protector and protected.

To prove they were always one step ahead. Outside, dawn slowly began pushing against the darkness. The first hints of sunlight filtered through the windows as voices started appearing throughout the pack house. The day was beginning. Unfortunately, so was whatever came next. A knock sounded against the doorway. Emily stepped inside carrying several old books pressed against her chest. "You need to see this." Lucas and I immediately stood. Emily crossed the room and carefully placed the books onto the table. "I spent the rest of the night searching through the archives." She opened the first volume.

That's bad. "What concept is that exactly, Lady Charleston?" she asked in an English accent as she arched a brow surprised. She knew how much I hated reading. "Well, for 'Pride and Prejudice', Elizabeth Bennett refused to let go of her preconceived notions of Mr Darcy. Mr Darcy on the other hand, was too prejudiced against those of the lower status. Undoubtedly both of them had numerous character flaws. Elizabeth was too proud, lacked manners and Darcy was immersed in the division between factions, the rich and the poor. He thought everyone was after his money and couldn't see past that fact."

But as I looked at my screen full of her texts now, things didn't feel the same anymore. I sent her a court summons reminder and then deleted all her contact information. I had finally uncovered the real reason she'd "saved" me back then. She'd long been mired in her own troubles and knew who I was. If I had died in that village, my parents would've investigated thoroughly, eventually exposing her own dark secrets. I realized just how many contact methods Rosalie had. She seemed to have a way to reach me from every application and corner imaginable. We must have been so deeply in love.

Looking around, she said, “The place is packed tonight. I guess I am not the only one who had a long week.” Nora removed her handbag from the chair next to her to indicate that Melanie was welcome at our table. “Melanie, do you remember Esmerelda? She’s one of our top investigators.” I nodded my greeting to my former secretary as I shifted beneath the steely study of her piercing green eyes. Her inspection reminded me of my grade school principal who was forever complaining to my parents about my wild and untamed coif being a distraction to the other students. Of course, my parents simply smiled and said that they’d contain it in a braid or bun while calling the principal inappropriat

_ Emily Collins is a young brilliant woman who started her business from scratch with the help of her two bestfriends and with a thick and heavy past behind her, she's doing good— as good as she can be with a little baby boy. But sometimes, our devil's like to play and come into light. Join Emily on a whirl wind of emotions as she tries to uncover her horrible past by opening old wounds, allowing them to breath and to finally heal.

Over the next thirty-five minutes my students go over the details of what has been going on and where they have been. Apparently these two have gotten into a situation. Christina has decided to drop out of school and move in with Johnny who she says she loves. She's pregnant and doesn't want her mother and father to find out. I like Christina, she is a clever girl with a smart-ass attitude. She wears a tight lowcut green sweater that is showing entirely too much cleavage for it to pass the dress code and a pair of ripped blue jeans. She has long black hair that she wears loose. It covers her face just enough to block people from noticing that she hasn’t lost her baby face yet. Johnny is ano