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“Just tell me one thing. Since he hasn't hurt her, why then is she still here? Why hasn’t he let her go?” Micheala paused at the door, her back facing me. “Because she’s different. And Mr. Romenetti doesn’t let go of what he thinks belongs to him.” The door slammed shut, leaving me in the dark again. I slumped against the wall, staring at the untouched plate of food. My stomach growled, but I didn’t care. My mind was spinning too fast. Emily’s alive. But for how long? And what did Micheala mean by ‘she’s different’?

Only if their daughter had joined them. _____ (Thoughts) Not all the endings are happy, but are not sad either. Apparently, I wanted to show the three phases. One, when the mother dies giving the birth to a baby, two, when both are alive and the last, if the mother is saved but not the child. Although reactions vary from person to person and I only showed what I perceive. So that's the ending of HOOKED! This story did not had a cold arrogant and rude billionaire but a hot handsome, sweet and understanding lead. Someone who makes the heart flutter and cheeks blush, rather than just sending shivers down the spine.

Their stolen moment on the rooftop felt like a dream, tainted by the revelation of his family secret. One day, while staring out the window, thinking about the things going on in her life presently and the people involved, when Emily noticed a delivery person leave a small brown package outside her door. Curiosity piqued, she reached for it, a sense of hope flickering within her. It had no sender's address, just her name written on the brown paper in a haste. Her heart pounded as she tore it open, revealing a book titled "Hidden Trails." A small note slipped out, the words familiar yet unsettling:

And while Emily hadn't ever fished before she met me, I had taken her stream fishing a number of times before this, and she seemed to really enjoy it. It didn't take long to get some action. On my third cast I felt a tug and, a second later, the fish was already taking line. Emily heard it and immediately began reeling in her own line so as not to get them tangled. I knew by the way it was taking line that I'd hooked something of pretty decent size. Not wanting to lose it, I waded further downstream and continued to let it tire itself out. The women downriver from us must have noticed the commotion because before long I heard footsteps approaching on the rocky bank behind me and heard one of

Roman POV The crackling of the fire seemed to weave a rhythm into the night, a cadence that matched the beating of our determined hearts. I watched as Emily's gaze remained fixed on the flames, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions and determination. Her journey had become a personal quest, a mission that transcended the boundaries of her grief and pushed her into the realm of relentless pursuit. Leaning closer, I brushed a strand of hair away from Emily's face, my touch gentle against her skin. "You're not alone in this, Emily. We'll uncover the truth together."

If only Mother didn't bring Emily home, then things would have been different. I sipped the wine slowly and let myself drown in the taste of it. But then, my phone rang, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere. It was a call from the Hitman I hired. "Hello, Ma'am. I have a report to make," He said the moment I picked up, and I want to listen to whatever he has to say if it's concerning Emily. I have been looking for ways to get a picture of her and Vincent together so that a big scandal will break out.

Hester Elkwood didn’t sleep through anything. As much as she missed Luca and Olivia when the day came for her to return home she was having a very hard time leaving. Something deep within her was telling her to hug everyone extra close and extra long. And she didn’t like that feeling at all. Usually when Emily had feelings about things. They in one way or another were right. After hugging Juniper goodbye she handed her some papers. “Here’s some information on what you asked me about. I couldn’t find anything about Raleigh specifically. But the rest of it … I found quite a bit. I printed it off for you.”

I ddknt knwk what wsd going tk happen so I quickly fisbed out my ohone seeing ad tebtwi women wre too busy tk notice me. I fetvhed my phone and quickly sent a tect message to Philip: Please get out of the cottage, I don't know what Emily plans to do but she is stubborn, she wants to kill you. I coukdnt tell if hebhsd read the message ie even seen it. And inwas devastated. I lifted my head, fast enough ynsee Emily holding a renite control ij her hand. Itnwas small and her thumb was hovering dangerously around the big red button on it.

Spreading fast. Too fast. Emily stepped closer. And the moment she read the headline— Her world stopped. “Leaked Documents Reveal Emily Carter’s Hidden Past” Her fingers went cold. Her breath slowed. Because she knew— This wasn’t just a leak. This was an attack. And this time— It was aimed directly at her. “Leaked Documents Reveal Emily Carter’s Hidden Past.” Emily didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Her eyes stayed locked on the screen. Like if she looked away—

I took a chance in those desperate milliseconds before Emily's heart stopped altogether and she released her last breath. I lifted her in my arms and brought her up to my chest, extending my canines and sinking them into her marking spot. Could this insignificant deed save Emily? ****