Margaret Peterson Haddix Missing Series Novels & Stories

The blonde beauty sipped on her morning coffee while reading Seattle Daily, Downing the rest of her liquid drug in one huge gulp, she tied up her long blonde curls into a bun at the top off her head while sighing, two missing billionaires tofind and a murder case to solve, just another day at the office. It has been exactly 24 hours since Grayson and James Hudson have been missing and a dead body has been found in their pent house. The circumstances around their suspicious suddendisappearance makes it even more of a challenge to work on finding their spoiled asses, keeping all information on the down low has been the biggest challenge thus far. The media are like hungry lions waiting to poun

she whispered, “tried to keep you close, even as memories slipped through my fingers. There were nights when I reached for your voices, desperate for a sign that I hadn’t been forgotten. I wanted to believe that love could outlast distance and pain, that somewhere, in some small way, you were still searching for me.” Her gaze wandered to the window, where the sunlight seemed softer now, painting gentle gold across the walls. “But the truth is, I lost parts of myself in that darkness—and parts of you guys, too. What remains are fragments, bright and aching, stitched together by hope that’s been battered but not destroyed. Even after tragedy, even when the memories of them drifted far from me,

“You’re underestimating something.” Margaret raises an eyebrow. “What?” Adrian’s voice is quiet. “My patience.” Marcus whispers beside me. “That’s a polite way of saying he’s about to ruin your life.” But Margaret doesn’t look intimidated. Instead she glances toward the approaching police vehicles. “Let’s examine what they’ll see.” Her voice becomes almost conversational. “Victor Salazar, mastermind of a corporate takeover.” Marcus nods. “That part tracks.” Margaret continues. “Missing for three years. Discovered tonight in a buried container.”

The city sparkled far below me, bright and beautiful and completely unaware. Somewhere out there, Ethan was planning his next move. MARGARET’S POV THE CADWELL FAMILY MANSION – MARGARET’S STUDY The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of my study, filling the room with a soft golden glow. Everything was perfect and quite exactly how I liked it. I sat behind my large mahogany desk, flipping through documents while waiting for the report I had demanded. Across from me sat Harris, our family’s private investigator for over twenty years. He was a quiet, serious man who never wasted words.

“So Margaret made it?” “That’s what it looks like, except Margaret’s dead now so we can’t ask her,” Aiden said grimly. “But there’s something else. One of the maids is missing.” My blood ran cold. “Missing?” “Her name is Rebecca. She was on duty last night but didn’t show up for her morning shift. I sent guards to check her quarters and…” He handed me a piece of paper. “They found this.” I looked down at the note, my hands trembling as I read the words written in familiar handwriting:

“I was protecting you.” “Stop.” The word came out with a quiet force that made her stop. “You have been telling me that my entire life and I have been letting it be enough. It is not enough. It was never enough.” He held her gaze. “Helena Calloway was murdered. Not with violence. With deliberation. With a compound administered by a doctor you paid and a cover-up you maintained and a letter you buried because a grieving twenty-three-year-old reading her mother’s last words might have asked the wrong questions at the wrong time.” Margaret sat down.

Grey nodded meaningfully and approved my resignation. I recalled how I was stopped in my tracks by the hushed whispers inside as I passed by the preparation room yesterday. "Chief Healer Evan said the mark suppressant has to be ready by today. Don't forget to increase the dosage." "Harper's been taking it for six years now. Her tolerance must have increased." I was surprised. When had I ever taken something like that? "But Harper's really pitiful. She isn't aware she's been drugged all this while. She had always thought something was wrong with her body for not being able to retain her mark, but she has no idea we've been tampering with her meals every week."

Rainn I sat at my desk with my head in my hands. My office was trashed, my desk now broken in half. It’s been two weeks since Adalyn and Elodie went missing. That night I woke up out of a deep sleep with a feeling of dread in my stomach. I reached over but Addie was not in bed, her side was cold. I looked at the clock and it said 3:30 a.m. I got out of bed, threw a t-shirt and shorts on, and headed to look for her. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went downstairs next. The lights were on downstairs, the tea kettle was on the stove, and her tea was out but she was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around to see Mercer. “Have you seen Elodie? I woke up and she’s no

“This is a full partnership.” “That’s what it looks like.” Clark sighed. “Trent really built a whole system around this,” he said. “Yes, he did.” “And Margaret was part of it from the beginning.” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “That’s my conclusion.” Clark’s voice grew more serious. “Do we know where Margaret is right now?” “No,” I said. “That’s a problem.” “I agree.” For a while, Margaret had stayed out of sight. After the summit incident and the kidnapping chaos with the duplicate, she disappeared completely.

“Is everything okay?” Margaret turned her face to her and for the first time ever, didn’t sneer, didn’t glare. Instead, her eyes looked right through her, vulnerable and broken. “No,” she rasped. “It’s not. Derek is… Derek is missing.” The world tilted. Ryleigh swayed slightly on her feet, the words echoing too loudly in her ears to believe she heard them right. “What…?” she breathed, stunned. “Missing?” Margaret sank into the nearest armchair, a white high-back trimmed in silver. She pulled the handkerchief up to cover her face, but her sobs echoed anyway.