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He said. We continued to tease him and the VIP room was filled with laughter when Mitch told a story about Cara, while she was telling a story because she was also acting. “Okay, bye babes. Take care! ” I told Mitch and Zari as they got in their car to go home. It's already, 5pm so we decided to go home. I looked at Riah when he fake coughed. "Where are you going now?" He asked while trying to get the car key inside his pocket.

"It seems like you've caused quiet the commotion today." "I'm sorry, Alpha, I'm not sure what is happening. It was not my intention to ruin your ceremony." Ericka replied, raising her head just enough to look into Milo's eyes and notice the teasing smile on his face. I remained silent. I wanted to watch Ericka and Milo's reactions to one another. I wanted to see if the connection they felt was real and if it was, I wondered where I stood in the equation.

“Please.” “Get out.” Karen finally left. The second the door closed, Irina broke. She slid to the floor and cried harder than she ever had in her life. Not because she had lost Tyler. But because she had lost Jacob too. And that pain was unbearable. ⸻ Two weeks later. The first court hearing began. Irina sat silently beside her lawyer. Across the room sat Tyler. Beside him sat Karen. Like a perfect little family. The sight made her stomach twist.

At the gathering, Sherry Lark became increasingly emotional. Her eyes were red, and she was slightly tipsy as she held onto Ian Glover's hand while tearfully talking about her regrets of the past. She said, "I never imagined it was all just a misunderstanding. If I'd known, I would've handed you the scarf myself instead of leaving it in your desk drawer. If I'd done that, you wouldn't have misunderstood and thought I liked someone else!" Sherry's emotions spiraled out of control. Stimulated by the alcohol, her wolf became unstable, and her scent fluctuated chaotically.

After we greeted him, we sat and Frank looked at me again. The registrar cleared his throat and began. "Case number 21906 between Adrian Kendall and Frank Bayler over the death of Karen Bayler on the fifth day of March two thousand and seven." The lawyers introduced themselves to the judge and I looked at my lawyer. She had fiercy red hair and she looked smart in her outfit. Dad said she is a great friend of his and a very good lawyer and I totally trust the woman to get me out of this mess that I'm in.

Her mother sat paralyzed, realizing that the bridge back to her daughter hadn't just been burned—it had been detonated. ***** The courtroom was thick with a tension so heavy it felt as though the air itself might snap. Nelly’s lawyers had just finished a smug presentation, effectively casting doubt on the audio recording by labelling it a "malicious digital fabrication." Nelly sat with her chin tilted upward, a woman who believed she had successfully outrun the ghosts of 2009. ​Then, the back doors of the courtroom swung open. Karen walked in, flanked by Michael and Regina. She didn't look like the frail, broken woman Raymond had kidnapped days ago. She looked like a woman who had spent ten

Even if she let Rita live, she had a thousand ways to make her wish she was dead. "Hey, did you get the medicine I asked you to find last time? Have it delivered to me this afternoon. I'll need it soon... Don't ask so many questions. Knowing too much isn't good for you." Karen hung up the phone, then composed herself and returned to her noble demeanor as Missus Russell for the gathering. … Rita had not expected Karen to plot against her like this. If she could turn back time, she would never have so easily believed the words of the so-called informant, which ultimately led to her and Sherman falling into a deadlock.

Karen, forcing a smile, announced, "I have good news." Eagerly, Roger inquired, "Then tell me." Karen, masking her discomfort from what she overheard, struggled with the unfamiliarity of pretending. "Roger, I swear nothing happened between us. I'm not pregnant, and I couldn't locate that doctor. It was all a setup to ruin me..." Karen lamented before Roger interjected, "That can't be. The doctor is a certified professional. It can't be a hoax." Karen's expression darkened as she retorted,

Her eyes met mine for a brief second then back at the other two. “This is Troy.” Karen gestured to him and she nodded. “This is the criminal you want me to work with?” Troy spat. Lauren didn’t flinch at Troy’s words. If anything, her expression remained cold, unreadable. She had probably expected this reaction—hell, even I had. Karen sighed, stepping further into the room, her patience wearing thin. “We don’t have time for this, Troy.”

Her heart was beating so hard that she was sure everyone could hear it. “Miss?” the judge insisted gently. “Do you agree to proceed?” Karen looked at Sebastian. He was staring at her now, those cold eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her want to shrink away. But there was something else there too—a silent question. Last chance. You can walk away. She thought of Peter. Of Lindsay. Of the kidney scheme. Having no place to go, and no one to confide in. “I don’t know...” The words came out broken. Then she swallowed, forcing herself to be firm. “I think so.”