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“I just know, that she’s hiding something.” Kael folded his arms. “Or she’s manipulating you.” “Maybe, but my instincts say otherwise.” Kael sighed heavily. “I’ve known you for twenty years, and you never ignore your instincts.” “No, I don’t.” *** Meanwhile, Martha led Serafina into a vast library filled with towering shelves. Books lined every wall from floor to ceiling. Serafina slowed her steps. She had never seen so many books in one place like this before. “You can come here whenever you like.”

Right? "How about Wonder Woman book?" Kevin's question was like my savior because it attracted Martha's interest. "I have a Wonder Woman book here. Do you want this?" He offered while thrusting the book toward her. Martha stared at the book. And it felt like the longest few seconds of silence I had encountered lately. And it paid when she nodded and took the book from Kevin's hand. "Thank you, Uncle." "Do you want me to read it for you?" She nodded again, and now both of them were walking toward the corner.

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

While Elaine’s life turned around completely in Bedford Hills Correctional Facility and she began acting as the authority and enjoyed the superlative treatment, Charlie, who was at the Fox Mansion, received a piece of information from Porter. Thanks to Ten Thousand Armies’ powerful intelligence channels, this information basically included almost all the crimes that Martha had committed during her years in the United States. This printed material consisted of more than thirty pages, and Charlie spent more than an hour before he finished reading all the information.

Before she knew it, her clothes had blood splatter on them and she was holding a bloody butcher knife. Kelly was a bloody mess on the floor. She stared at her with shock and awe as her body jerked and blood quickly pooled around her. All of a sudden, a powerful feeling wrapped around Martha. It felt practically euphoric. She slowly approached Kelly with butcher knife in hand and plunged it into her stomach, giving Kelly and that bastard she was carrying the final blow. Thankfully, Martha was wearing gloves. They matched her suit. Realizing someone could walk in at any minute, she fled. Being careful to not be seen as she was leaving.

To good for this world. Martha helped me buy food, and supplies, she bought a whole lot of things. And books even. Then we loaded up my truck and headed back to the house. She wasn’t tense about meeting Esmarie. In fact, she was excited. I heard nothing at first, then the door at the end of the hall opened. The moment you walk into my house there’s an entrance hall. To the right is the kitchen, and further down to the left is the living room next to the staircase. Further down to the right is two doors leading to the rooms where esmarie and her twins stay.

Kelly mumbled under her breath the entire length of the hallway, most of it words Meg wouldn’t repeat in church or polite company. As soon as she entered the library, all of the frustration melted away, and Meg stood in the doorway, gaping at the sight in front of her. Charlie sat before the unlit fireplace, Ruth poised on his knee, a picture book in front of him, and he was reading to her. The little girl giggled and pointed at the pictures, and Charlie made little animal noises to represent whatever was portrayed in each picture. Meg was reminded of a similar book Da used to read to her when she was Ruth’s age. She’d loved those moments on his lap, surrounded by his books, the smell of lea

Ronan’s POV Martha placed book after book in front of me till it created a small pile. “I have booked marked all the pages that have some significance to this.” I nodded, taking another book as soon as I was done with the one in front of me. Thankfully, I was a fast reader and I was able to pore through the various amount of information that Martha needed me to understand. “Martha, we have read enough,” at least, enough to know what was wrong.

"Your mother left this for you. She made me promise to give it to you if the cult ever found you." I took it with shaking hands, the cover cracked, the edges soft with age. Her scent—wildflowers and smoke—seemed to cling to the leather. "Read it," Martha said. "When you're ready. It holds everything she wanted you to know." She squeezed my shoulder and walked away, leaving me alone in the hall with my mother's secrets in my hands. That night after dinner, I went to the room I shared with Kael. The hallways were quieter than usual. Even the air smelled tense, like a storm waiting to break.