Heather The Ex-files Novels & Stories

he said, holding up a file. "What's that? I mean wait, is that my family's black file?" I inquired, recognizing it since I assumed it had been burned in the plane disaster. "Yes, Pete was able to obtain this from one of Diablo's previous offices, which explains why he just wants retribution rather than money," Kyrell added, which was so damn accurate. “Of…of course I can't believe he has that.” “Hey, hey, you don't have to worry. I'm doing my best to keep you shielded. Just believe me and do not worry too much," he added, approaching me to take my hand when Charlotte stepped in.

Project Ashes was the name of the automatically opened file. Her stomach turned with each word as she read the first few lines. accounts that are offshore. Hidden stockholders. illegally transferred money. Archival blackmail. Names—strong names—connected to offences capable of destroying entire empires. And she was at the heart of it all. not only as the files' recipient. but as the legitimate successor. Nathan had not merely kept her safe. He had given the flame to her. Along with it came the fire that would destroy everything.

In the end, we're just two strangers who accidentally swapped phones. “Uh…If that is true, then I won’t dwell on it any further. Oh, and don’t worry about this situation. I won’t tell anyone,” I assured him, smiling sheepishly. Just as I was about to leave, the Alpha grabbed me by the shoulder, stopping me. “You speak as if it has nothing to do with you. It’s everything to do with you. You will succeed Isabelle as my new woman.” What? My face faltered as the words left his mouth. He then handed me a sheet of paper, the title on top making me go pale.

' A sour mood was brewing inside him. ♧♧♧ NAME: Heather SKILLS: Fainting

“We found traces in the geothermal band. Iceland. Signal ghosting, mapped to incomplete synth-nodes.” My mouth was dry. “There’s nothing left.” She didn’t argue. Just looked at me. “You knew him,” I said. “Callum.” “Yes.” “And you’re looking for her.” “Yes.” “I won’t help you.” “I didn’t ask you to.” Silence. Then she stepped closer. “But if someone else finds her first,” she said, “they won’t ask. They’ll extract. They’ll dismantle.” I didn’t respond. Because she was right. Arlen gave me a datastick. Simple. Clear. One file. One clip.

“What?” She nodded, voice steady now. “I found the files on his laptop. It’s real. He’s moving people across the border. It’s not just shady business deals—it’s actual lives, Hayes. And there’s tax fraud, too. I have everything on a flash drive. I was waiting for the right moment to expose it so he couldn’t worm his way out.”

{Martha's POV} I settled into my chair the moment I stepped into my office, my fingers drumming against the desk as I picked up a blue file and skimmed through it. "This is going to be my comeback, Henderson," I murmured with a smirk before dropping the file back onto the table. The sound of the door opening made me look up expectantly, almost hoping Peter Henderson had walked in already, but it was too soon. Instead, Hendrix entered, holding the file Brea had just been carrying not long ago.

I didn’t push her, remembering what Chip had told me about her. “I know you aren’t up to it now, but when you are ready we need to know anything you can think of about Black Haven and their workings. Anything you can think of to tell us will be a big help into getting Melody back.” Heather shook her head in understanding, her gaze going off into the distance to think. “Theodor, Charles would like to talk to you.” The pack doctor came from the room, wiping his hands. “Miss Heather? Can you come with me and we’ll do your examination next.”

“But I never lied about how I feel.” “I don’t need your protection,” she said, voice shaking. “I need the truth.” Before I could answer, the phone on the nightstand buzzed. I picked it up. My blood turned cold. Vincent’s voice crackled through the speaker. “We have a problem. Oliver’s gone. And he took the file.” My mind went still. Danielle’s eyes narrowed. “What file?” I couldn’t lie. Not anymore. “The evidence,” I said. “On your father’s murder. On Oliver. On me.”

"I'm fine Vaxel, can we meet, let's elope Vaxel, mom and dad will never want us to be together" "Rissa.." his voice become so low. Vaxel is the only heir and his father is a really stern man, he can't even look his dad straight in the eyes. "I'll be waiting for you Vaxel, this is the time to fight for our love" "But." "I'll be waiting at our secret place" I didn't have much time, I ended the call. It's just an hour. In an hour all this will be over. ~~~~~~~ When I got to our secret place, I sat on the bench, the cold breeze perched my skin.