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Zack asked. "No…that's not it!" Madison panickedly waved her hands. The man scoffed. "What do you mean that's not it? I still have the transaction details—and the call recordings too." He then turned to Zack. "I've heard so much about you, Dr. Smith. Seeing you reminds me of that poor sister of yours. Her bones were really tough. My men and I had to hammer away for hours before we could finally break them. "She screamed until she lost her voice. Even a drug dealer like me couldn't help but pity her. But I have to say—that sister of yours is truly a wonderful woman. All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched."

To cover the company’s financial hole, Nathan resorted to taking out high-interest loans but ended up being hunted by debt collectors and sold to a remote mountainous region in South Ramsey. Amelia immediately abandoned Nathan after the scandal and became the mistress of another tycoon, only to be discovered by the latter’s wife, who brutally beat her, leaving her disabled. Alex, on the other hand, tried to earn money while dodging creditors, eventually working as an escort at a club. Last month, he was hospitalized by a wealthy client and is now bedridden. Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the city lights, I couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

But why the hell did I feel so damn under her spell right now? "Come to me, Killian," Adeline said as she went on her knees. And my legs walked to her before my brain could think. I stopped before her, running my fingers through her silky purple hair. She was perfection. "I love you, Mama." Adeline opened my zipper and took my shaft into her mouth, and the galaxy exploded behind my eyes. Somewhere in between her suction and gurgles, she responded a muffled 'I love you too'. We were supposed to be with family, having dinners and playing games. But here we were— in the place where we'd share many first happy memories together, just to recreate the naughty parts. We were the host of the dinner,

After enduring the endless barrage of camera flashes and forced smiles, Adeline felt suffocated by the artificial atmosphere that seemed to cling to her like a suffocating shroud, draining life from her very pores. She excused herself from the throng of admirers, who were all vying for her attention, and made her way to the bar, seeking refuge in the dimly lit corner where she could momentarily escape the crushing weight of her responsibilities. "Can I get a French 75, please?" Adeline requested, her voice barely above a whisper. The bartender nodded sympathetically. "Made with gin, lemon juice, sugar, and champagne, it's a classic," he said. Adeline nodded, her eyes scanning the room as the

I know I lost our first pregnancy because of stress I took and shower then got my phone out did some work before the food arrived. Allen and I are eating our dinner the food was delicious wish I could have enjoyed it more but I'm to distracted. Allen then said he wanted to talk to me about something I sit back in my chair as he begins to tell me what the police department call him for when he was done telling me how the found my parents everything went black.

He seemed to understand the look in my eyes so he spoke up. “Let him see, Evelyn. Let him see how far you’ve come while he was busy destroying himself.” My thoughts ran wild but soon a dangerous smile appeared on my face. “Fine,” I stated, my voice dripping with venom. “If we are going to burn him down, we might as well do it in the spotlight.” Leo suddenly froze near the couch, with his head tilted. Then he waddled toward me with something pinched between his fingers. “Mama… I found this.”

Riven’s POV "Boss! We gotta go! The feds are swarming the perimeter!" Malakai’s voice was a distant bark, completely drowned out by the ringing in my ears. I couldn't move. My boots felt like they were cemented to the blood-slicked concrete of the docks. My handgun was still raised, the barrel smoking, but my arm felt entirely numb. I hadn't shot the cop. I had shot *her*. Through the thick haze of gunpowder and fog, I watched Adelina's body spin and collapse like a broken doll. The bright red blood spilling through her fingers was the loudest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life.

Adeline refused to answer my calls and texts, I sure know how she feels about not wanting to see me, I just pray I'm not too late. Rushing into the Mansion No staff greeted me, I had texted them earlier to give the place privacy. Up the curved staircase, past framed black-and-white photographs of city skylines and forgotten family portraits, I moved with purpose toward the master suite. The door was ajar. Inside, Adeline sat on the edge of the bed, still in the charcoal blazer and silk blouse she’d worn to the office that morning. Her knees were drawn together, phone cradled in both hands like something fragile and poisonous. The screen glowed against her face, illuminating the tracks of dri

Aspen POV: I start to open my eyes when what’s starting to become my favorite scent, hits my nose. Strawberries and crème with hints of cinnamon. I look around and realize I’m in a hospital room, and Adeline is sleeping with her head laying on my bed while she’s sitting in the big armchair next to me. “Hello beautiful.” I say as I wake her. “You’re awake! Do you remember anything?” She asks and there’s this flicker of sadness when she asks me and I don’t know why because I’m physically fine.