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"No identification." "The coroner never questioned it." Morales frowned. "That's impossible today." "It wasn't impossible in 1996." Jonathan replied. Rebecca walked toward Claire's cradle. Her mind was racing. "So Margaret disappeared." "Jonathan disappeared." "Daniel disappeared." She turned around. "How many people have been hiding all these years?" Jonathan's answer was immediate. "Too many." At that moment, Sebastian was no longer listening. He had wandered back to the bookshelf. One title caught his attention.

That woman who saved my life countless of times with her crafted pills? "She was found dead by the neighborhood. Lying on the floor with her mouth bubbling. And though the military did not release a statement, I happened to pry and saw that she had slashes on her back. Deep, refined cuts almost done by a serrated knife. But we all knew it could also be done by a Were." I bit my lip. What in the world is going on? First, the odd, yellow-hooded rogues whose Alpha claimed to be Filip, kidnapped me and confessed about experiments. That poor, Mally.

She looked so small lying there, surrounded by machines and monitors, fighting for her life against an enemy she couldn’t even see. “I’ll find who did this to you,” I promised softly. “I will make them pay for every second you’ve suffered.” Captain Morris coughed chiff-chiff-chiff and I was so interested in the case that I still brought my mind back to it. "Alpha, there's something else. I’d sent teams to interrogate and debrief the survivors of Miss Lily’s kidnapping—the wounded man in the cave, and Margaret, arrested for trying to sabotage us.” "And?" “The guard passed away in his cell this morning, from complication associated with his head injury. An' just one hour ago, Margaret was foun

Even though it was a brief moment, it felt important because it served as a reminder that something genuine could still exist amid the chaos. My phone buzzed on the table as we sat down to eat. Rebecca was the one. "Freda," she uttered in a pressing tone. "I discovered something concerning Margaret Harrington." Williams leaned in to listen as I put the phone on speaker. I said, "Go on." "Twenty-five years ago, Margaret Harrington vanished," Rebecca added. "There are rumours that she had a child before she disappeared, but she was estranged from the family." I felt sick to my stomach. "A kid?"

And territory claimed, their temporary kingdom safe, she snapped open her laptop. “What is it with you and missing girls these days?” Margo took a sip. “Jesus,” she then said, though she wasn’t sure whether it was about her obsession with the lost and forgotten or that first acrid punch of lab-born cinnamon and pumpkin. “It’s odd, isn’t it?” she said. “I mean, that’s not a usual thing, you know, right?”

"Conspiracy. Harassment. Stalking by proxy. We'll need to consult with the prosecutor." After the police left, Jake and I sat in silence. The documents were spread across the coffee table. Years of Margaret's manipulation laid out in black and white. "She destroyed three lives with her schemes," I said quietly. "Mine. Liam's. Yours." "Four," Jake corrected. "Alex grew up without his father because of her." I picked up one of the emails. Read it. *Margaret, Emma is still working at the café. Still living in the same apartment. The boy is healthy. Looks more like Jake every day. She watches his games online. Still loves him. No sign of her trying to contact Jake. - L*

It was a warning. While Cassandra sat beside me, busy tapping on her phone to book the flight, she suddenly paused. Her lips curled into a small smile, then a quiet giggle escaped her. “You might want to see this,” Cassandra said. I glanced at her briefly, irritation already written across my face. “I’m driving,” I snapped. “Just tell me what it is.” Cassandra turned her phone slightly toward me, though she knew I couldn’t look properly. “It’s a headline,” she said, excitement creeping into her voice. “The Harrison family’s missing daughter. They just made it public. There’s a reward involved too.”

Emma said Zach and Alex eyes locked into each other pitiful Like throughout the night I couldn't stop thinking about my sister Sarah Emma added Wait a minute who's Sarah"Zach said surprisingly Alex remembered they didn't actually add that part to their story Immediately Alex and Emma eyes locked into one another You think we should tell him Alex said Zach still looking confuse as fuck "tell me what" Emma nodded in agreement of telling him Alex immediately feed Zach in everything concerning Sarah disappearance That's mess up!!!! Your own father you mean to tell me your father is in agreement of killing and cutting his own daughter open for money Zach said Wickedness that men do Alex added Buh

"I can't do anything about it either. While I accept your returning to the Wingers, Lydia and Daniel won't. "If the elders don't nod their heads, there is nothing I can do. "Huh? You're saying Nora can never get pregnant again after the miscarriage? "That is truly tragic. Get her some potato chips, maybe that'll help nourish her body." Amidst Jeff's completely broken, furious cursing, I calmly blocked him. After searching for my husband for three years, I ended up a widow in the end. But this time, I became one willingly!

Margaret moved toward one of the long tables near the center. “Your mother spent years gathering evidence against Mercer’s network.” Victor looked stunned. “This is enough to destroy governments.” “Yes,” Margaret replied quietly. “Which is why so many people died trying to protect it.” Aria moved slowly through the room. Photographs covered one wall completely. Missing persons. Women. Children. Entire families. Names written carefully beneath each image. Her stomach twisted painfully. This wasn’t just corruption. This wasn’t just financial crime. This was systematic horror hidden beneath money and influence.