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Ashton "Drew's death is now all over the news, Ashton. It's just a matter of time before the police get here and issue an arrest warrant to you." Zuck said to me and laid the newspaper that he was reading on the table, I just raised my brows at him when I saw the photograph of Drew's lifeless body printed below the headline of the newspaper, besides the photo were the theories on how he possibly died in the woods. "If I got jailed then that only means you can't fuck me anymore, not unless you come with me to jail," I replied causing him to laugh at me.

“Zia, you know he wasn’t with you the whole day, and I can see it in your eyes that you know I’m tell—” Drew had no reason to lie. I was sure that to him, this was the proof he had been waiting for. “What did you do?” I asked him, and he froze. “I know my husband isn’t the most righteous man out there. But he would never do something to such a degree if you hadn’t done something. So, Drew. What did you do?” He swallowed, his eyes looking around the cafe before he shook his head. “Zia, he wanted to kill me, and you’re defending him? I’m the victim here!” He raised his voice, and I stood up, swallowing the lump in my throat.

I suppress my lip, not wanting to bother him with my burden when he was already grappling with his father’s loss and the responsibility of an Alpha. He grabs my elbows, his eyes narrowing at me. “What’s wrong with Uncle Drake?” I take a sharp deep breath to calm my pounding heart as I don’t want him to see me crying and I’m on the edge of breaking down because Elias sees right through me and despite our little arguments and fights, he deeply cares about me like an elder brother. “He passed away. Someone killed him and the forensic reports show that I’m the murderer,” I tell him the truth, knowing him all too well that he will not leave the topic until he gets to the bottom of it.

Someone even my grandfather couldn’t get his hands on. “What about it?” I demand, my voice sharper than I intend. My gut twists. “I was just… going over old files for another project, and something nagged at me,” Drew continues, ignoring my tone. “Aaron, I looked into the specifics of Conall’s death. Every single detail. Every report, every whisper, every gossip.” I brace myself, a sense of foreboding settling deep in my bones. “And?” “And I found something… unsettling. Something huge,” Drew says, his voice dropping to barely a whisper, as if afraid the walls have ears. “Aaron, no mafia ever truly opened up about being the ones that actually killed Liam Conall.”

Overwhelming despair instantly washed over Alessio. He kept denying the truth because he couldn't accept the fact that he had personally caused my death. He whipped his head up, staring intently at the director in front of him as he said in a trembling voice, "Impossible! It can't be! The doctor said she was just malnourished, and she'll be fine if she gets plenty of rest!" Seeing Alessio fall apart, the director said hesitantly, "I'm not sure about the details. It's possible that the doctors were in too much of a rush back then and missed her actual condition."

Something in his face told me I didn't want the answer yet. "I need to wash my face," he muttered. He pushed himself up and staggered into the bathroom. A second later, water began rushing from the sink. My hands shook as I picked up the phone Julian had handed me. The screen flickered on, revealing a news alert. All warmth drained from me in an instant. My fingers numbed around the phone's edges. A bold red headline at the top of the screen read, 'Mass Casualty at Blackwood Academy: Entire Student Body and Faculty Found Dead Overnight.'

With irrefutable evidence of exam fraud, William—and the cheating ring behind him—were sentenced to prison terms ranging from three to seven years. His name once again surged across the trending charts. A prodigy—fallen. When my mother learned of it, she suffered a heart attack and nearly lost her life. My father, rushing over from our hometown, suffered a sudden stroke on the way and was left in a vegetative state. On a bright afternoon, Ms. Bernstein came alone to the seaside. She placed the last photograph of me she had kept onto a small, white paper boat. With a candle she lit herself, she set it afloat, letting it drift slowly toward the setting sun.

They ate their dinner peacefully, and nothing happened for about 30mins after dinner until Drew went back upstairs to his room. Drew was sitting in front of his desktop computer about to start playing his computer games when he heard the loud sounds of three gun shots. He ran down the stairs to see his uncle's retreating form but he didn't miss the shot gun in his hands. The fifteen-year-old Drew felt his entire body go numb including his brain, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. His whole family had been murdered in cold blood. He watched with horror-filled eyes the way his whole families body lay cold on the floor.

His face changed drastically, and just as he tried to back away, he bumped into Kayla. Kayla locked the door behind her and looked at him calmly. "What's wrong, Dylan? Why are you running?" He stammered, "I... What happened to Mom and Dad?" Before Kayla could speak, Margaret and Robert started screaming. "You little fraud! You said Nate drove you to depression and suicide, but your diagnosis was completely fake! "We've been fooled by you for all these years! Nate wouldn't even see us before he died, and it's all your fault! Why didn't you die instead of Nate?"

He was not asleep. Camden pushed Lynn, who was pretending to sleep, away from him. "What are you doing, Camden? You don't need to blame yourself. I wanted to sleep with you last night." Camden looked coldly at her. "You faked your death to run away from our marriage. Peyton didn't kill you on the surgery table. You and your family framed her." "It's nothing like that, Camden. What are you talking about? Why would I frame Dr. Lang? Didn't I explain everything to you? Please believe me."