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Kelly Jessica’s words completely caught me off guard. I blinked at her, my mouth slightly open. “What?! His birthday is in four days?!” Jessica raised a brow, clearly amused at my reaction. “Yeah. You didn’t know? It’s his 30th birthday.” I gaped at her. “How do you even know this?” She leaned back smugly, arms crossed. “Hello? Journalist extraordinaire here. Information is my currency.” I shook my head, still dumbfounded. “Wow. I had no idea. He hasn’t mentioned it.”

Had she known I dated Hunter, she’d have insisted on attending the birthday party (after his reveal trended online) to see how much makes sense, and in so doing, throwing herself into a 41°F refrigerator. I also have to thank Dad Griffin for being so good at erasing people’s existence from the world… no, the universe—imagine me scrolling through the internet moments ago and finding out how many people thought I’d killed myself after the shameful announcement, linking the situation to a decade ago when two other Whites were rumored to have committed suicide too (can’t even be shocked anymore at the fact that one more White existed). I assume they’re Zavere and another whom Dad Griffin must ha

"Ricky Winterfield." "...." *** Jeffrey spent the whole Saturday with Tommy De' Argent who was excitedly looking forward to his sixth birthday party! They spent the day in the little fox's bedroom mapping out and organizing his big plans.... which had everything to do with embarrassing his older brother. Shuush! You can keep a secret right?? 'Funny kid.' Jeffrey thought and chuckled as he drove back to the Campbell mansion in a good mood. He bumped into Felicity at the hallway with his dad nowhere in sight or earshot.

“Let’s not talk about that. How about some random things? I know, let's simply switch the subject.” “Sniff,” Zelle sat up straight and wiped her tears away before asking, “Like what?” Kayla pretended to ponder for a bit and asked what she really came here for, “Say, miss Zelle, your birthday is coming up.” She shrugged, “And after that, you’ll choose the one you’ll marry, right? Between Sir Zach and Sir Aaron?” “If I could,” Zelle fidgeted, “As long as the killer is out there, we won’t know who's next…” She bit her lip in worry, “What if the killer touches them too?”

Damian said pretending to be holding a pen and paper and everyone laughed at what he did. “Next week Wednesday” Jordan said and everyone fell quiet staring at him. “Baby, that’s your birthday” Minx said turning to look at him as to why he would want them to conduct a memorial service on his birthday. “Most of the people that died either died protecting me or died because they were protecting this family. So it's only right I honor them on my birthday, besides I do not like the cringe birthday songs and breakfast in bed thingy” he said very casually like he had no problem with what he just said.

"I miss you, Jack. You have to wake up for me and for Ezra. He's beside himself worried about you." "Listen to me carefully. I don't know when or if I will wake up. You need to remain vigilant and on your toes every time. Ezra needs to stay with you." "I can take care of myself," I assured him. His caramel-colored eyes stared at me with suspicion like he didn't believe me. "We're at a disadvantage so far. The killer will take its next victim on the seventh of April." "How do you figure that?" I asked.

What did she have to feel wronged about? Cara said, "I know you're angry that I celebrated Warren's birthday instead of going to the funeral home with you. But the police still hadn't reached a conclusion regarding your dad's car accident. "If I celebrated Warren's birthday first and then came back, I could accompany you to claim the body afterward. "Neither thing would have been delayed. What exactly are you angry about? I can go to the funeral home with you right now and even arrange a grand funeral for your dad. There's no need for you to throw such a huge tantrum."

His thoughts drifted back to the past. 'Back then, Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya had also celebrated my birthday and even prepared luxury gifts for me every year. But instead of feeling happy, I always felt depressed… even angry. Why? Because they celebrated it on April 28—the one date I could never forget, because that was actually Zeke's birthday.

Jeffrey had lost his mind. It was impossible to communicate with him. Liesel stared at him for a while before turning to leave. As she passed by Natalie, who was still standing there in a daze, Liesel scoffed. "Natalie, did you hear that? Your mother was just a toy for my mother. What you thought was real was all just an act. "Heather died on his birthday, and it was all for a prank. A bloody joke. Jeffrey had loved her to the point of madness."

"Captain Leeman, that person should have a partner. We lost him. The road surveillance cameras are also broken. We have no leads for now." Donald looked furious. "The murderer is challenging the police by sending the body to the police station so blatantly! We must catch them as soon as possible to give justice to the deceased!" With that said, he patted Connor on the shoulder again. "I'm sorry I kept you from celebrating your wife's birthday." Connor's grim face was filled with disgust at the mention of me. "Who's celebrating that murderer's birthday? Don't mention her to me!" I floated aside, numb with heartache as I pondered, 'Yeah, he's not celebrating it.'