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Shepard sits down in the chair. “It started at my pack, my parents are Beta’s. I met my fated mate at an event, he’s an Alpha. Things were great at first, but he drank too much and he’d lash out at me. He’d hurt me. His family didn’t want to get a war started between the two packs so they kept it hidden and kept him away from me. One night he attacked me and tried to kill me. His Beta had to knock him unconscious. I decided to run away, but he found out about it and cornered me in the kitchen. I ended up stabbing him to get away. I ran to Samara who placed me here as an omega. We cut my hair and changed my name.” There, that’s everything. The whole truth of who I am. Shepard is silent and it

Sheryl, who was drinking water, spewed out the water in shock and coughed violently. “Dear, are you alright?” Titus hurriedly patted Sheryl’s back and yelled into the phone, “Matthew Costner, do you want to die? You sneaked off to Australia without a word and dared to hit on a woman there? Have you forgotten about your mother’s affairs?”

“Hi Matthew, I am Sianna. I am one of the volunteers for today and I need to complete your file by asking you some questions. But first, how are you doing today? Are you in pain?” His grey eyes gave a quick roaming on my figure. His rubbed his bald head and appeared to be blushing. “Just the headaches as usual from the nightmares that I have. I came to refill the prescription.” He was trying to look anywhere else apart from my face. “You can call me Matt.” Concerned, I checked his pupil, temperature and pressure. “Alright, a doctor will have to do that but let me get a few information so I can send the request in.” I opened the folder again and looked at the missing slots. “I need the last s

After realizing Wilbur's betrayal, Matthew ran away overnight to deal with his own powers in the shadows, and now the powers on this side have all been handed over to Sherry. "Uh-huh." Matthew slowly sat up, his face still pale, but in a much better mood. Serena's gaze rested on Sherry, who smelled like sterilized water; she was indeed a doctor, no doubt about it. She's Matthew's man, and it looks like Matthew still has a lot of trust in her? Nathan seemed to see her confusion and hurriedly explained, "Madam, Sherry is the most outstanding young doctor in the international arena, quite accomplished in many aspects, her scalpel not only saves lives but also kills."

Not only did she endure the horrific death of her daughter, but she was also forced to witness her son being brutally killed. It was too much for her to bear. She wandered in a constant frenzy, desperately searching for her lost children. In just one night, Matthew had killed seven people, three of whom had been subjected to gruesome torture. The shocking case spread like wildfire on the internet. The fates of Wilfred, Kelly, and Sarah were exposed to the public. Even in death, Wilfred and Kelly were labeled a scumbag and a shameless woman, respectively. Anyone with ties to the Shapiros quickly distanced themselves.

To cry for the sufferings we both went through when we we’re apart. “You we’re the only part she had of Matthew and so she loved you so much. Matthew was in the FBI. He was shot in one of his missions and died. Your mother had prepared the house for his coming since he was supposed to be back before your birthdate.” I let out a shaky breath.

“Sharon, I…” But she didn’t wait for him to finish. She turned on her heel and ran, ignoring the rain that now poured in torrents around her. Her heart pounded in her chest as she fled toward the school’s entrance, desperate to put as much distance as possible between her and Ryan. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. How had things spiraled so far out of control? **** Mathew wiped his bloodied hands on a nearby towel, watching the man in the chair struggle to remain conscious. Torturing men for information was something Mathew had become skilled at over the years.

Matthew said. “How many did he take specifically?” Gon asked. “Out of 1165, they took 816 items.” Theraphosa reported. “That’s a lot. If he consumed all of them, who knows if Mart could even crack him.” Rain said. “Who is Mart?” Theraphosa asked. “Matthew. He came here under a false name to hide his identity. In case you don’t know, he’s the most wanted man in the world right now.” “Lord Matthew is? For what reason?”

INCOMING VIDEO CALL. I slid the screen. "Look at the camera, Ethan. I want to see your eyes." Matthew Collins. He was sitting at my desk. My desk. In the penthouse. He had a glass of my twenty-year-old Macallan in his hand. Behind him, Sophia was tied to a wingback chair. A piece of duct tape covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide. Terrified. "Matthew. If you touch her—" "I’m not going to touch her, Ethan. I’m going to save her." Matthew leaned back, propping his boots on the mahogany. "I don't want you dead. Dead men are martyrs. Dead men have legacies."

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.