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Grace's heart pounded as they took her away. Rafael walked back and forth, his face tense as he listened to the recording when Grace had secretly taken months ago, when Thersa has lost her baby.. Thersa’s voice cracked through the speaker, raw and trembling. “But ma'am… why don’t you just leave, if he’s that dangerous?” Grace’s voice asked gently in the background. “It’s not that easy, Grace,” Thersa whispered. “I’ve tried everything… and every damn time I get close to escaping, he finds a way to pull me back. He always shows me just how powerless I am.”

my wolf whispered, I didn't pack a bag, I just grabbed the pregnancy report and my wool scarf. I waited until the dead of night, when the house was completely silent and the guards were changing shifts. I slipped away and fled.

Faye I hate rehab centres. I hate the people who work here. I hate walking through the facilities with my raging mother. I hate being the grown up. I hate watching them cuff my mother and sedate her. I hate I hate i hate everything _____________ No matter how many times I do it, I always cry in the way back to my house after dropping her at a rehab centre. I always wish the world would just swallow me whole. I wipe a tear from my blurry eyes. My phone rings again and I toss it into the back seat. Aidan needs to stop calling!

Season 2 Synopsis of Sinful Escape By DB Novels She was betrayed. Framed. Broken. Now she’s reborn. After surviving the ultimate betrayal by her husband and lover, Sera Carter sheds her name, her face, and her past—emerging from prison as the ruthless and mysterious Arianna Vale. Love? That word died the day Raven and Ethan kissed in front of her cell. Now, she doesn’t trust. She doesn’t feel. She seduces, manipulates, and destroys. Every man she kisses, every deal she makes, every move she plans—is fueled by a single burning desire:

One used secrets as weapons. The other wanted understanding. But before I could answer— Mitchell spoke again. And this time, he detonated a bomb. "The baby isn't the first child she lost because of me." The room stopped. Everything. The air. The sound. My heartbeat. Nathan stared at me. Vanessa stared at me. The security guards exchanged shocked looks. And I felt the entire world tilt sideways. Because it was true. Years ago. Long before Nathan. Long before Seattle. Long before I escaped.

His voice cracked with regret as he muttered, “How could I have been so blind? So stupid? I didn’t trust her when I should have… when it mattered most.” Mia, desperate to regain control of the situation, stepped closer, her voice sharp and manipulative. “Oh, come on, Stephen. Don’t do this to yourself. Are you even sure the child is yours?” Stephen looked at Mia with sharp eyes and said "Mind your tongue you are talking about my wife" Mia tighten her fist and said "but she betrayed you! don't be fool Stephen. Elena is carrying someone else's child" Mia tried to come closer but Stephen pushed her and said in rude tone "i dare you to talk about my wife again!"

The news played on every channel. Richard stood behind a podium, perfectly styled, tears streaming down his face. Behind him, a photo of me—smiling, innocent, from our engagement announcement. "Flora Winters suffers from severe postpartum psychosis," he said, voice breaking with practiced emotion. "She gave birth prematurely and, in her confused state, fled the hospital with our daughter. She is with a known criminal—Damien Cross, a violent offender with ties to organized crime."

She had suffered a concussion, shattered collarbone, fractured ribs, and amnesia so complete the doctors called it dissociative fugue. She had lost all her memories from her past. She couldn’t even remember her name, her family, and her past. Riccardo told her she was Sofia Vandel Moretti. His wife. That they’d been married for six years. That she’d been in an accident during a trip to Italy. That the baby in her womb, the baby that mysteriously survived that great accident, was his. She had no reason to doubt him. She had no memories to contradict him.

But she and her mother should have the decency of keeping their heads low and looking remorseful after what happened to Freya; they were quite happy, it's obvious that they had forgotten about Freya too quickly. The night Sofia became my new bride. I left her behind. I lied about something urgent coming up. It was a way to get away from her. I and Gabriel left for Modan and the people we asked mentioned not seeing anyone like Freya. We set out to the slave harbour although in disguise. I didn't want to cause any trouble, it was easy for us to blend in after bribing one of the slave traders who gave us similar clothing to theirs. I asked around for Freya, but they all said they hadn't heard o

The escort took the second to scramble for safety while I didn’t dare to move a muscle, in case the gun goes off and—. Felix’s wife screamed in terror, ‘She’s pregnant, you sick piece of shit!’