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“What do you need me to do?” Heather hesitated, her thoughts racing. “I need to get a message to Talon,” she said finally. “But it must be discreet. Mihir can’t understand.” MaryAnne frowned. “It’s risky, however, I’ll find a way.” Heather exhaled, relief washing over her. “Thank you,” she stated, her voice trembling. “I don’t recognize how much longer I can hold this up.” MaryAnne placed a comforting hand on Heather’s shoulder. “You’re stronger than you believe you are” she stated. “We’ll get through this together.”

I assumed she had wandered off to play, so I told the assistant to gather more men to help with the search, but they couldn't find her even after an hour. When Monica heard that, she lifted her wedding gown and rushed over, immediately halting the proceedings and ordering her entire security team to search the grounds. We went straight to check on the venue's security cameras. Over ten minutes into the footage, we spotted two figures sneaking near the venue. They snatched Naomi away and left while no one was paying attention. Though the footage was blurry, I instantly recognized one of the figures. There was no doubt that it was Heather. The next second, Heather called.

, he said. “Oh fuck off! This woman was scared to death. She wanted to tell me something important and you just shot her in the head. She didn't do anything to me. The dress she made for me looked so beautiful until you decided to shoot her brain and make her blood spill on my beautiful dress. She's not the evil one, you are”, I screamed at Alexander. My scream did not move him one bit and his face remained without a single expression.

Heather is making sarcastic commentary about the male lead's questionable life choices. "He literally has her phone number and he's writing her a letter?" Heather points at the screen. "Just text her like a normal person." "It's supposed to be romantic," Cathy argues, but she's laughing. "It's supposed to be a restraining order," Heather counters. Monica snorts into her wine glass. The night winds down with Cathy helping clean up pizza boxes while still debating the movie's merit with Heather. Monica carefully lifts Luna to carry her to my room, and I watch her navigate my hallway like she's done it a hundred times before.

Heather POV Rolling over and seeing the sun shining through the balcony doors, it took me a few minutes to remember where I was. The last thing I remember from last night was sitting on the couch with Reed and Lucas to watch a movie. I must have fallen asleep and one of them carried up here. I flip the covers back, sit up and look at the time on my phone. It's 7:30, so since training has been pushed off until 9:00 today, I have plenty of time to go make some breakfast with time to clean up before having to head out. I pull on some black bike shorts with electric blue stripes down the side, a black sports bra and a loose razor back tank in the same electric blue as the stripes. Grabbing a pai

Heath assumed Monica was on the other side of the operating doors. His father saw him and excused himself. However, two officers trailed behind him, causing discomfort or annoyance. “Heath, you’re here. Did you hear the news? Monica isn’t dead. She has a head injure and several broken bones thanks to that Smythe woman. Hopefully, she recovers and can come forward to explain everything.

he snapped. Heather took a deep breath, trying to will herself into being and staying calm. “I’m ending this call, Marcus. Good luck with your life.” And with that, she hung up, finally there was a sense of relief that washed over her. She tossed the phone aside and settled back in the soothing bubble-filled, Milk scented waters, closing her eyes for a moment. “What a jerk,” she muttered under her breath. As she soaked, she thought about Eamon Rodge. How had she gotten here? Everything seemed so complicated.

Heather moved closer to the window and looked outside the compound. “This is not a game, nor blackmail. This is something serious” “How can you expect me to kill the Governor’s daughter? I can’t kill someone” “I didn’t ask you to kill anybody, I just wanted you to put the button on the dress” “A bomb button” “Yes. I might not press the red button. You never know what will happen and you can’t” “I can’t put a bomb on the her dress” “What you said have just been recorded” “What?” “Are you gonna do it or not?”

That morning, Heather received a call from the film company, informing her that she needed to sign some documents and meet with the director and screenwriter. Heather was waiting by the roadside for the bus when her phone rang. It was Ivy. Heather picked up and heard Ivy ask, "Hattie, that secretary who framed you earlier—is her name Anna Jenkins?" Heather blinked. "Why are you asking me this? Yes, that's her. What happened?"

“We found her in the woods yesterday. We have her in a medically induced coma, but she’s alive.” The door opened as Nora stepped back inside. Heath quietly closed it before his body stiffened up. Heather turned around, shaking in fear. “Mate.” Heath whispered as he looked at her. “Well, fuck…” Jared had a smirk on his face. Heather was trembling beside me. “He is my beta and a good man. His name is Heath.” I whispered. Heath didn’t move but kept his eyes glued to Heather as she slowly approached him. No one spoke as we watched them. After falling into his arms, she cried harder.