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After reviewing the surveillance footage, Spencer quickly brought Ryan's information to Damon's office. "Mr. Sumner, Ryan has had no prior interactions with Ms. Jayston, but his father was a victim in the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident," he reported Damon skimmed through Ryan's details, his brows knitting together as he paused on Ryan's photo. Ryan had a distinctive appearance, marked by a mole at the left corner of his mouth—an easily recognizable feature for anyone who had seen him before. Damon was certain he had encountered him somewhere before, though he couldn't recall where.

No, no, no— She ran to Flora's room, anxiety spiking, her heartbeat pounding like a drum in her ears. "What's happening?" she demanded, voice shaky. Flora looked up from where she was folding clothes, her expression soft. "Sweet Mona, I'm moving in with Jared." Mona's stomach plummeted. Jared. Jared. The same guy who never cleaned up after himself. The same guy she barely tolerated. The same guy she was about to be left alone for. Her throat tightened.

Raymond sat in a bar, his eyes fixed on the tumbler glass in his hand as if trying to spot something in his scotch whisky. Opposite him sat Jared, whose attention was glued to his phone, grinning from ear to ear. Raymond gulped down his drink, catching a glance at his friend's excitement. "What's so special about your phone, man?" Raymond asked, refilling his glass. "You haven’t touched your drink since we got here." "You know what distracts a man," Jared said without lifting his eyes from his phone. "She’s unlike the others I’ve met before."

Charlotte nodded and went upstairs to get dressed. Azraiel fished out his phone from his pocket and texted one of his men, James, who had been searching for Austin Jones and Emmanuel Reed. Any news? I visited the clubs and bars Austin used to frequent. He hasn’t been at any of them in the last six months, James replied. Okay. Keep looking. Set a trap if you need to. But I need to know what he has been planning. Yes, Alpha. Azraiel had thought about using Boris, the banished wolf from the Blood Moon pack, as a spy to know about Austin’s plans. But he didn’t know if he could trust that wolf. He was a criminal, after all.

“I caused it….I am so selfish…he just asked me to help him by getting married to James Russo…but I..I ran away…today I returned and got to know the heart attack…. I am so selfish….Leo said I don’t understand the word family…he is right…ugh! I don’t know how to solve this matter…” I let out a sob and Selena was quick to engulf me in a tight hug. “So who is this guy again?” Emerald asked as she opened g****e on her mobile. “James. James Russo….” I spit it out. I am so hating this dude. “Oh my goods! This man is freaking hot and so damn rich!” Emerald gushed out making me roll my eyes۔. “Show! Show!” Selena left me and grabbed the cell phone from Emerald’s hand.

He was informed. "Remiel and Raiden set a trap for one? Isn't that smart?" "Whatever you do or say, avoid Michigan." "Got it, thanks." "Stay safe Cerano." The line went dead. He swerved before making a u-turn back to his initial destination, a fresh revenge plan brewing in his mind. "Hospital food is ass." Raymond stared at the pudding that was originally meant for Tequila. "Teq?" "Yeah?" She looked and sounded weak. "Wendy's?"

But when the police officer informed them of the name, a tremor covered them all. A police officer revealed, "Mr. Ryan Smith… the person is Mr. Finn Carrey…". *************

“You bring me here to be your prisoner? You really think I would taste that thing your call food?” “I am Jeremy. I think that is all you should know about me for now. And you are safe here. You do not need to be afraid. Here, I will leave this food here. Ring this bell if you need anything.” He pointed to a bell hung on the wall. Then he dropped the tray of food on the table, turned and started to leave. “Why am I here? Is it my organ you want? Money? Just what?” “None of those.” “What right do you have to keep me here as your prisoner? Let me out of here!” Eleanor was afraid of getting close to him or any of them in the future. How they always manage to put her to sleep each time they got n

the mother guaranteed. “I trust you, Mom. Thanks a lot,” Rayan smiled. “You are always welcome,” she smiled back before taking up her cup of tea. Later in the day in Rayan’s room. He was holding a glass of whiskey with a stick of marijuana stuck between his fingers. He stood at the window, staring across the large compound. The rays of the sun flashed over his face and he closed the curtains halfway.

It was three in the morning and I was driving around New York pretending I was out clearing my head. It was just a fucking lie I told myself to pretend I knew what I was doing when it came to Hazel. My phone rang just as I pulled up to the address Ivan had gotten me. “Carter is in. The shipments will be arriving soon. I don’t know what you said to him but it worked. “ Of course, it fucking worked. I was the most powerful and dangerous man in New York. A lot of his actions were motivated by fear. I was unforgiving and everybody knew it. Carter was smart to accept my escorts, drinks, and deals.