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THE VILLAIN Written By: Rosapearl EPISODE THIRTEEN Miller POV I was delighted to spend the day with Charlotte, she is a little bit friendly today. it was so obvious Tracey is trowing herself at me, I don't want her to feel bad so I was playing along carefully. We arrived at the restaurant, the last time I was here it was with my dad for business function after I complained I want a family outing. At the entrance of the restaurant there is a lucky box, Clara ran toward it so we followed her.

“I thought you said he was a nobody. So what connections could he possibly have?” “That was before,” Elvis hissed. “Dad said he’s tied to Elara Von Halen. That’s no small name. It means he’s not just some stray she picked up, he’s well protected. But once he sees her as a liar, a cheater... he’ll let her burn. And we’ll be right there to light the match.” Back in the VIP section, Mr Thorne pulled the black folder closer to him and opened it with a deliberate flourish, flipping to the first page. “Let’s talk numbers.”

“Just a belief that justice and business don’t have to be enemies.” After he walked away, Eva glanced at Lucian. “He knows about E.L. Verity.” “I know,” Lucian said flatly. “I’ll run a full check. I don’t like how clean he is. No real background before five years ago. That usually means one of two things either he’s brilliant, or very good at hiding something.” Two days later, Eva texted Gavin from a burner phone. "Meet me. Somewhere quiet. No security." He responded within minutes.

Leon’s heart sank, and his voice edged with urgency. Elian’s gaze lingered on the half-finished portrait, his tone turning frigid. “Of course I do. He was one of the most notorious criminals among humans—his crimes are innumerable, and the number of lives he took is beyond counting.” He looked up at Leon, his voice heavy, resonating like a quiet storm. “A ghost-like him? Obliteration is the only fitting end.” Leon opened his mouth, struggling for words, but nothing came. The weight of Elian’s declaration hung thick in the air, and before Leon could muster a response, something caught his eye.

Arion looked hopeful as if I would agree. “Yeah, and we don’t hate you. How could we ever hate you?” Arrow looked confused. “Yeah, you are way too cute, and smart, and” Arion paused looking for the word. “Sexy,” Arrow said. His eyes darkened before turning back to the usual amber color. Was I in some sort of alternate universe? What was happening here? That’s it, I died. I died and this is my hell. The Hell twins like me, Darren betrayed me, yup. I’m dead and have gone to hell.

"I was at the wrong place at the right time." John Relco was the man Jamairlo had been protecting when Vargas and his gargoyles killed the elf. Rhychard had inherited the task of safeguarding the police captain as he brought down the human half of the Unseelie crime ring, another thing of the faerie and human connection that made no sense. The Unseelie were helping a human crime lord sell drugs so they could prey upon the weak minds of the drug induced. Captain Relco was cracking down, and Vargas intended on killing the man. Rhychard had saved the captain, but not without the media finding out. The papers called Rhychard a Good Samaritan and even posted his picture. However, the attention ha

His presence is intimidating, completing his polished look and his aura of refinement and luxury. He grasps Elodie's chin gently, lifting it so that their eyes meet. “It's a shame you don't know me.” He pauses before declaring, “I'm Evan, baby girl, Evan Landers,” An underground casino owner with lots and lots of criminal records. He and Kendrick aren't particularly friends but they aren't enemies either. At least not until a few years ago when he incurred a huge loss because of Charlotte back when she was dating Kendrick. Now that she's dead, Evan has no choice but to shift his grudge over to her wealthy ex-boyfriend: Kendrick.

"Icelyn, what did you do? Who is in that bag?" "I did not do anything," he promised, his tone ringing with absolute, undeniable sincerity. He reached out with his uninjured left hand, gently grasping my shoulder. His touch offered a brief spark of warmth in the freezing room. "That is the spotter from the tarmac. He was the man Elias shot in the leg. He was our only link to the dark web broker." "Why is he dead?" I whispered, fresh tears burning the corners of my eyes. "Did Peter shoot him?"

“You’re Mr. Evil Man because you’re one. I don’t remember anything so I’m not her. I will only be Devon Farrows if I have her memories. So, given my lack of proper mental recall, tell me things about you and myself.” Daemon grinned. “Ahh, now you’re interested. Ask me questions.” Dragging the leg of a chair using her foot, she sat on it and crossed her legs. “What do you do? I have to know my ‘husband’.” “Hmm, let’s see. I kill people for a living.” Her eyes narrowed. “Oh, yes, that’s very likely of you given your behavior.” “No, really. That’s what I do.”

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever