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She suddenly smashed the glass of drink on the floor, making it shattered and I sighed. Her crazy actions have begun to attract the guest's attention also. "Is this proof you wanted to kill your own brother's wife?" I asked with a calm expression on my face even though, I'm boiling from within. I don't know why I keep meeting betrayed people, especially since yesterday. First, it was my boyfriend with my best friend, and now, a sister trying to kill her blood brother's wife. "I'm out of here!" She hissed, making an attempt to leave but Fred, who hasn't said a word since the drama started stood in front of her, glaring hard at her.

Something that couldn't have been easily fixed. Liya knocked, trying to smile as she got into Aria's room. Aria was already up and refreshed, reading a book on her bed. Liya tried observing every single action that Aria made, trying to see if she noticed that something was going on with her brother. But Aria seemed like she was oblivious to whatever had happened to Aldo. “Have you read Frieda McFadden's newest book?” She asked out of excitement. “Yes, I have,” Liya said, trying to sound more excited than she was worried. “I read it the same day that Aldo brought it from the bookstore.”

She looked pitiable, but there was nothing else I could do, because her life was one of the keys to the door of my freedom. The people screamed out of surprise when they saw I had totally ended the life of the girl. I thought it was my end, because there were too many people who saw the crime I committed, but then I was grateful when Alicia arrived at the right time. She used her power to freeze them. They couldn't speak or move. Then Alicia bragged: she said that I would had become famous if she did not came at the right time. I would become a famous serial killer, that might be what she meant. But not just because I killed many people, it was because of my wonderful powers.

"Oh, that is interesting." "Yeah, what kind of book do you like to read?" Asked Laura to know about his favorite book. "Hmm, I like reading psychology and also history books. And of course, books about management because reading them is mandatory for me," Frederick told her about his favorite books. "Wow, that's cool." Frederick glanced at his watch. It was already 1.10 p.m and he was starving. "Hmm, it is lunchtime. I want to have lunch," said him before leaving Laura.

“Because that’s never how you win.” Kris snorted softly, sliding her notes together. “You’re terrifying when you don’t even try.” Freeda turned her gaze toward the window, the city lights beginning to glitter across the glass, shadows falling like careful sentries. She felt the rhythm of control returning to her chest, steady, unyielding. Randy’s lies, Scott’s quiet watch, the whispers in the hall—they all belonged to someone else now. She closed her laptop. The day was hers. Not because it was safe, not because the world had changed, but because she had chosen, line by line, to take it back. She had spoken truth where others had tried to drown it. And for once, that was enough.

I set down my champagne and leaned forward, my hands folded elegantly. "Do you know what true power is, Frieda? It's not wealth or influence. Anyone can buy those. You know, right? Let me educate you: True power is authorship, I mean, the ability to write another person's story completely, every chapter plus every twist and every moment of joy and suffering." I picked up my tablet and turned it toward her. “I’ve written your story from the moment I saw your photograph to this very second. You thought you were fighting for freedom, but you were following my script perfectly. Every choice you made, every person you trusted, every moment you thought you were clever, was planned.”

But before that, I needed to start formulating a plan on how to begin. I spent the rest of the day reading in my room. I had picked up a book written by one of my favorite authors in the thriller genre, Freida McFadden, titled "The Inmate." I had read enough of her books to know that this one would be another hit. I was halfway through the book when I heard a door open. Not even a minute later, mine opened, and I saw Kiara at the door. She looked panicked, and I immediately dropped the book on the bed, got up, and walked up to her.

Freeda was a bit surprised. "And am I part of the story of this book?" Freeda asked as she looked at each page. "Yes, because you'll be the one to finish the book," Klyde replied. Freeda stopped to notice that the last page of the book was missing. “You’re the one who can change everything, you’re the key for them to get justice,” Klyde said. Freeda sighed. "I don't understand what you're talking about, what can I do to help them? I can't change everything. I'm just a former undercover," Freeda said and closed the book. She should have returned it to Klyde but she was surprised when he suddenly disappeared from her side. "Where is he?" she was startled and looked for him inside but she could

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