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Jessica roiled about the trust talks. “You said you have things to tell me right? Come back to the office and let’s talk in general” Daniel said and hung up on her. Jessica gasped in disbelief “Did he just... why is he being so secretive?!” Jessica muttered as she gently walked towards his wardrobe. She opened it and started going through his things looking for anything suspicious but she found nothing. She was rummaging through his things when her scavenging eyes landed on a big textbook. She wanted to ignore it at first but then she wonder why a single book was in there instead of the bookshelf.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

She took one and unwrapped it before she made her way to the room’s door. Jess had not run into anybody yet, but the bigger problem is she had no idea where she was and how to get out of her. As she made it down the hall, two voices could be heard, Jess turned the first doorknob she could find and run into the room. She softly closed the door and pressed herself against the wall hoping that now one could see her through the glass part of the door. When she heard the voices start to become distant, she left out a breath she was holding in. Jessica took a step away from the wall and moved deeper into the room. It was clearly an office. The walls were lined with books, most had medical terms al

Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Five Kessler Blackwell's Pov Sapphire orbs that could hold anyone spellbound and incite a hunger without getting enough. Lush rosy lips that didn't need the help of lipstick, if most women had that they wouldn't be in need of cosmetics. Rich deep Auburn hair with full curls that flowed dangerously from the base of her head to the waist down. Jessica Martin was perfection, she was no different from an angelic beauty. I watched how the locs bounced as she sat with her left hand placed on her thigh downing her shots. My gaze didn't waver not for a minute too afraid she might disappear if I looked elsewhere or the least distracted.

After a while, Jessica walked out from the room inside, accompanied by the trembling Lucy behind her. Then, she spoke through gritted teeth, "Don't worry about it, Aunt Hayley. I'll let him enjoy some pain tomorrow!" After she said that, Jessica tightened her grip, and the booklet titled Romantic Son-In-Law and His Beautiful Wife instantly turned to pieces. Then, it flew out like butterflies. When she was in the inner room just now, Jessica flipped through the booklet while listening to Hayley and Caspian's conversation. Jessica did not know why, but as Lucy put back the money pouch where Caspian kept it, Jessica unexplainably kept the booklet.

' Jessa groans frustratingly at her failure to forget what she heard back at Edmond's office. She has been recalling it ever since she left the building and now, she is on her bed still thinking about it. She has even tried to sleep but she just can't push the thoughts out her mind. She would have thought a great force is making the memories stuck so deep in her memories like a glue to a paper but hey, Jessa is never a person to believe in such supernatural things so she immediately dismisses it. She has been reading a lot of fantasy books, as well as supernatural books but she thinks they are all a creation of people.

3 days ago Jessica found herself alone in Michael’s home, a rare moment of privacy. While Michael was busy with a call in another room, she casually wandered around, her eyes scanning for anything interesting. Her fingers brushed against the spines of medical books, trailed along the edges of photo frames, and finally settled on a small drawer slightly ajar.

Laughing, Jessica had pushed the chair into its current spot. Jenny retrieved her notebook and pen from the side table drawer and watched as Jessica flounced onto the bed, smoothing her skirts with perfectly manicured hands. Everything about Jessica exuded femininity. Her hair was pulled up in a tight bun, with soft tendrils cascading down her well-defined cheeks. Her small, yet inviting figure was tightly bound by a black halter top, with the fabric almost sheer. Her neck was graced with a thin red choker and a small golden heart.

"Northside Everpower Press?" Then, the basement's heavy iron door clanged—the sound reverberated as if it came from hell itself. Someone was coming. … Meanwhile, in a hall alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, Jessica glided beside Joshua. With a champagne flute in hand, she laughed and chatted with the guests as if she owned the evening. She had fully assumed the role of Joshua's wife. She greeted the impressive and accomplished with warmth and charm. The rest she met with icy detachment, a proud, untouchable beauty savoring every compliment and fawning gesture.

She opened her door slowly, every movement precise, her feet silent against the polished floors. She walked quietly through the hall until she reached Brielle’s room and then, she turned the knob quietly. Inside, Brielle was asleep, her breathing steady, her figure relaxed in the faint moonlight. Jessica tiptoed in, her gaze sweeping the room hungrily. She scanned the dresser, the bedside table, the wardrobe. Somewhere in here, she was certain Hannah’s phone had to be hidden. She crouched low, pulling open drawers with careful fingers, biting her lip to stifle the sound of wood scraping.