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She was so engrossed in paying back that she forgot to say thanks. “Thank you for stepping in today, even though it wasn't necessary,” said Wanda. “Necessary? That man was clearly bullying you into paying his entire shopping list” Silas scoffed “I was handling it” Wanda looked away, rubbing her reddened wrist,” Silas noticed it and said with a sigh “I can prescribe an ointment for that” Wanda said nothing in return. She couldn't believe herself thinking that maybe he had taken a liking to her as James had warned, but then she remembered the name Fiona Hart and quickly brushed off the thought.

She replied pointing to herself. I shook my head in disapproval, there's no stopping her. I wonder why she's not interested in finding her mate. “Bridget, I and your father just want you to be happy and settled like your friends. Take a look at Stacey your best friend, she was mated last month and that other girl you fight with erm__ what's her name? “Helen asked facing me. “I don't know!!”I replied for a second “It's Hailey Mother!!” Bree Supplied tiredly rolling her eyes, luckily for her, Helen didn't see the action.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. "Lady Cassandra we have a couple of serious problems!" Taelin cried out as he barged into her office. Cassandra knew Taelin would complain quite often, but he could usually handle any situation without batting an eyelash, so when he runs into the room pale and in a somewhat panic, even she was forced to wonder what was happening. Cassandra followed Taelin to the entrance leading into the main hall she looked around. Taelin pointed to Halbert, who's face was black, blue and swollen.

They pulled up in the driveway. Halo stepped out of the car, slammed the door shut, and walked towards the entrance without looking back. The sound of the door echoed in the coming night, sharp and final. Talon sighed and followed after her. He didn't rush. He knew where she was going. The driver remained in his seat, eyes forward, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened. The staff by the entrance exchanged cautious glances, unsure if they should acknowledge the new madam in her current state. Halo unintentionally ignored them all, heading straight up to her destination.

Good thing I was already two steps ahead. If Alex couldn't reach me, he'd call the cops. I'd also stashed backup phones in the bedroom in case she snatched the main one. Yeah, I could've escaped. But to actually nail her, the report had to hit within 24 hours. So I stayed. Played the long game. Let her dig her own grave. The door creaked. Lillian strolled in, slow and smug. Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was.

His lips moved faintly, whispering something I didn’t bother to catch. Then I turned to Halden. “Office. Now.” He nodded quickly and followed me out. Vincent stayed behind for a second before joining us, shutting the door quietly. When Halden finished patching the shoulder, I waved him off. “Get out.” He didn’t need to be told twice. The door clicked shut behind him. Vincent leaned against the wall, arms crossed. The silence between us stretched. “Talk,” I said finally. “And stop acting like a pussy.”

"That place is your second home George." "For real?" His eyes widened. "They're hidden but they're there." Ethan nodded. "You would never notice them. One on the left and the other on the right." "So what are we waiting for? Tell your mom to make a call to the VC to have the security officers in charge find the footage." Harry said. "We can do that but what if the person also knows about the cameras and avoided them by going through the back entrance?" Ethan queried. "What then?" "You're right. So what do we do now?" George asked.

Vera refused to give up and screamed furiously, "Cynthia, you're beyond saving! If your parents find out you're selling yourself like this, they'll die of anger!" When I ignored her, she planted her hands on her hips and sneered at Sean. "Let me make this clear. Cynthia might be spineless enough to sell herself to you people, but I won't! I, Vera Hawthorn, live with pride. I would never do something so cheap!" Sean and Andre had no interest in arguing with her. They had already turned and headed toward the operating room. A few minutes later, I walked out, pressing a hand over the small wound where the needle had been inserted.

I breathed. “Keep watching,” Hilda muttered. She swiped, pulling up another feed. “Okay… okay, yeah. They took a right on 12th.” She kept skipping from feed to feed, her cousin must’ve been working his ass off in the background. It was like a horrible video game—trying to keep the van in sight while the clock ticked down. Every time the screen flickered and the van appeared again, I felt like I could breathe. Every time it didn’t, my stomach sank like a stone.

I spun, gun raised— —and nearly pulled the trigger. But he raised his hands first. Hale. He was in black. No armor. No backup. Just him and that look in his eyes—the one I only saw when he was seconds from losing control. “You followed me?” I hissed. “You left a trail even a blind man could follow.” “I told you not to stop me.” “And I told you not to go alone.” His voice was low. Too low. But not because he was trying to calm me down.