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Beta Kappa replied, unconcerned. "Oh really? You were only doing the right thing? I see, by framing my family, and putting the life of the people in danger," Jeffery rumbles, moving closer to the beta. Beta Kappa chuckled. "I didn't frame you at all my alpha, but I was only trying to follow the right path. You killed the human king, and I had to let his lovely wife know about it," he says with a smirk. "I didn't kill him, I didn't!" Jeffery grabs his clothes, angrily strangling his neck.

I remembered him vividly well. He sure as hell was the man I shot in my memories. Despite he was covered in bruises and dried blood, he had this cocky smile on his face that gave away the fact that he wasn’t from an ordinary family, yet, I killed him because of a fucking woman, not caring about what his family might do to me. My eyes flickered from the first photo until the last and that was all I needed to accept the glaring truth. I was indeed Guiliano Jensen. A killer. A psychopath. And a man with mafia genes running through his veins.

Zach said. " You are not joking, are you? " Maisie asked when she studied Cassidy's face and saw that he was not trying to be funny. Cassidy sighs " no, I am not. If we do put Jeffery behind bars with my testimony, we will be bringing a bigger enemy into the player's no field. " " Then what should we do. " Zach said as he passed his hand through his hair in a rough manner, clearly agitated. " We can't just let Jeffery go freeway. He tried to kill my girlfriend for Christ's sake. "

Correct? ‘Yes ... The house belongs to Akhil Shah. He is ...’ ‘Paaaah.’ The inspector burst out laughing. ‘Yeah ... what was I thinking ...’ ‘He is a businessman ...’ ‘SHUT UP YOU SCOUNDREL,’ roared the inspector. ‘You think, you can sit here and lie to my face?’ The inspector was at the edge of his seat, his eyes bulging out as he wagged his index finger at Jyoti. Jyoti let out a short wail. Her chair slid back a few inches. ‘I am – I am – I am not lying.’

ISHTAR Damian went quiet after my last question, and it only heightened the anxiety I had been feeling all night long. The more the silence seemed to linger, the more I wanted answers. Nothing about him added up, and his name wasn't in the books. I did my research a while ago and realized Alfred had a song, but that son wasn't Damian. The person died years ago, and it was Reiss' father, and that was why I'd been too careful to ask Reiss about it himself. I was afraid it'd bring up memories that he might have wanted to forget.

"You've heard shit about me —damn right I have; I've heard it all, even that I'm a killer!— why the hell do you keep being such an asshole wanting to deny that?" I shook my head. He didn't understand. Shit was also said about me, even in my posh school they made up stuff about me; that I was a slut, that I went to illegal places, that I did drugs... many of those rumors had reached my parents, and because of that, they distrusted me so much, because of those damn rumors I didn't have a peaceful life. And yet, I didn't hide my good side, Nora brought it out, because she loved me and supported me. Maybe Jax Jones just needed some love.

"I meant if this house was mine, not that I was looking for an invite." "Let's sit. There's a few things we need to discuss." Jake replied. "Ok. you're scaring me again." Rae replied. "I promise you that you have nothing to fear from me. I would never harm you. First of all my guys checked out your author Chad. We believe his story he wrote, he also created in real life." Jake explained. "But that means he's a psychopathic killer!" Rae gasped. "Yes. And I think you are his next story." Jake replied

— Three years after arriving in Milan, I'd become a senior designer. I returned to home as the head of my company's charity design auction. During the auction preparations, I spotted Elaine. She was arm-in-arm with a middle-aged man, wearing a fake smile. She saw me too. Shock, anger, and fury crossed her face. Elaine stormed over to me. "You're not dead? You're actually alive! Do you know Travis dumped me because of you? "You were faking it! You were just playing the victim! After ruining my life, how dare you show your face!"

What had they said at the time? “She already made a deal with Mark. She will kill you in exchange of five million dollars and hand the Lorenzo family over to the Rossi family. However, she was too stupid and messed it up. She even killed a bystander. Andrew, the woman you love tried to take your life for five million.” Those words haunted Andrew for the next three years. He believed it was a betrayal, an attempted murder, and a cold, calculated plan to send him to his death for money. Whenever he thought of me, he did not remember the hardships we shared.