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Martha gazed at her feeling so angry and hurt with those words. Martha sat alone in the dimly lit room, her eyes fixed on the door through which Mrs. George had just left. She knew she didn't have much time left. The poison she had accidentally ingested weeks ago had been slowly coursing through her veins, draining the life from her body. A faint smile played on her lips as she thought about her life. She had always been driven by a desire for power and wealth, and she had stopped at nothing to get it. She had killed, manipulated, and betrayed her way to the top, leaving a trail of bodies in her wake.

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After we arrived at home, Christian retreated to his quarters and I went right ahead to the house. From the door, I could hear Maria and Elizabeth chatting animatedly. The aroma drifting from the kitchen had me drooling. After civilities, I excused myself and headed for a shower before having dinner. As expected, the food was delicious. I requested Elizabeth to take a walk with me in the garden. “I hope everything is okay with Christian, Mr. Alexander,” she said hesitantly after a pensive silence. “Everything is good, I want us to have a small talk about him.”

Martha turned to Zora, who ignored her pleas. As the police seized Riley, she cried out, trying to free herself. "Karina, please! I’m sorry! Don’t let them take me!" Martha crawled to Karina, begging. "Please, Karina, have mercy. She’s still my daughter. She's your cousin." Karina shook her head vehemently. "Your daughter tried to kill mine. She’s going to rot in jail for that." Martha sobbed uncontrollably as she followed the police, trying to stop them from taking Riley away. Her cries echoed through the mansion, a mix of desperation and helplessness. Riley’s pleas grew fainter as she was dragged out, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.

I would have surely left things out and possibly confused Lance even more. The ivy covered brick house came into view and my heart quickened. I should have associated that place with the night that I’d been kidnapped and forced to kill. Instead, I was reminded of how Killian and I coupled in the linen closet after he’d rescued me. I felt a sudden wave of guilt over my infidelity. Lance was back and claiming he was only married to one woman… me. What did this mean for me? For us?

The clunk of a coffee cup had me lifting my head from my notes that I had been pouring over for days now to no avail. When Erik had originally gone missing, I had found the answer to opening the portal in the dark, dusty library of a rural town in England. However, the notes had, once again, not given me any new information that I could use to reopen the portal before the ten years. That long wait had been extremely difficult. But now, with Tohr and everyone else that I had left behind added to it, the wait was nearly impossible. The last six months had been torture. I felt like a limb had been completely cut off, and just relearning to function was harder than anything else I had ever done.

I then disconnected the call without waiting an answer from him. I wonder who is that Mrs. Natalia Keller? Maybe wife of some relative of Jace. But why she would want to see and talk to Jace? Are they friends or something like that!?!! As far as I can remember, Jace never introduce any relative of him to me aside from his parents, Stephen and Elise.

This can’t be happening! Cradling her swollen belly with one hand, Halle used the other to tightly grip the creaking metal cot frame just to keep herself upright. Her mind reeled as she desperately tried to piece together some rational explanation. How was this even possible? She wracked her foggy brain, attempting to parse her last fragmented memories – the confrontation with Andrea inside the warehouse, the later vague sense of motion while trapped in a disconnected drug-induced mental fog. Could Martha have somehow learned the details of her traumatic childhood in this place and then intentionally orchestrated Halle’s return to this personal hell? The chilling thought made Halle’s blood t

I’m now on the fifth book in her series. “Earth to Taylor.” Reagan attempts to gain my attention. As Reagan repeats her words, Kennedy waves a hand between me and my phone. This catches my full attention. I close the book on Denver, Colorado, and rise from the chair. “Posted!” Martha shouts from across the sofa. “Our first vacation post is Taylor reading sideways in the chair.”

“Almost like they’re searching for something.” “No.” Kael’s voice was quiet. “Someone.” Silence settled over the room. No one wanted to ask the obvious question. Who? ⸻ Meanwhile, Martha disappeared into the orphanage attic. She hadn’t climbed these stairs in eighteen years. Dust coated every surface. Old trunks lined the walls. Her trembling hands reached for the smallest wooden chest hidden beneath a faded blanket. She carried it carefully downstairs before locking herself inside her room. The old brass key still hung around her neck.