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One sentence: "You’re not who you think you are. Meet me at the river at midnight and come alone." I read it three times..My hands shake. Someone knows more. Someone from the other side is reaching out. I shouldn’t go, I know I shouldn't but I know I will. Because if I want the truth... I’ll have to walk straight into the dark to find it.

Dad's back was far more hunched than I'd ever seen before. By the time I made it 15 miles and halfway up the mountains, my knees were already bloody and skinned raw from all the "walking". However, at that moment, Alvin appeared right by the roadside with Tamara, who had still been his secretary back then. "Aww, what a touching scene," he said mockingly while clapping his hands in disdain. "You're certainly doing a lot for an abandoned mongrel that nobody even pays any attention to, Ms. Crawford.

During the helicopter ride back, I remained silent. According to the instructions in that strange text, I just had to continue living a numb, obedient existence for two more days, and then I would die. It promised to reward me with a second life, and honestly, that wasn’t that hard. I had held on for so long. Waiting two more days until my death made no difference. The moment we stepped off the helicopter, a slender figure stood in the way of the exit. The fake heiress, Vanessa York, sized me up.

My cousin used my gaming account to start an online relationship with one of my teammates. However, after video calling her, he decided she was too gorgeous to be real. "A girl that hot wouldn't need to date online. She'd have enough guys chasing her to fill a stadium. It's gotta be a face filter. Just go meet her for me, bro. If she's busted in person, I'll actually throw up." In my last life, I turned him down. He was too much of a coward to go himself, so he just sent her a breakup message and called it done. Yet when he later found out that his online girlfriend really was that stunning in person, he turned all his rage on me and shoved me off a building. "If you'd gone to meet her fo

Amanda yelled but, it was useless because, they were already far gone. She searched around the park and found a coffee truck close to a tall tree then, she walked towards it. “One Americano, please.” She ordered. She took aback to admire the artwork on the truck, then an old memory hit her. It was prom night in high school. She found a secret letter from her secret admirer in her locker. She opened it and read through, he had asked her to come meet him at the bugger truck parked on the school's front yard.

Pulling me towards him and to what I know, I’m going to enjoy very much. A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading my book! I will be uploading chapters for "Speak To Me" on Tuesdays and Thursdays Hawaii Standard Time. I want to thank you for all your support and patience. I truly appreciate it. Hope everyone is okay, and safe. I also hope you enjoyed the chapter. Dont forget to check out my other book "Me & Mr.CEO." I hope you all will enjoy that one as well. Thank you again for reading and see you at the next chapter!

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‎Under the image, a message: ‎Meet us by 4 at Lincoln Highway, Street 5. ‎ ‎

“Just… can we meet? Please?” “Of course,” I said without hesitation. “Where do you want to meet?” “There’s a café,” she replied. “Hazel & Honey. The one near Riverside Avenue. I’m heading there now.” “Okay,” I quickly replied. “I’ll get ready and meet you there.” “Thank you,” she breathed out in relief. “I’ll see you soon.” The call ended, leaving behind an unsettling silence. I lowered the phone slowly, staring at the blank screen long after it had gone dark.

"We'll see if you can back them up. Give me a few weeks. I'll be in touch." The line went dead, leaving me alone with my thoughts. What was I getting myself into? Weeks passed with agonizing slowness, each day dragging on like an eternity. I couldn't sleep or eat properly. Finally, my phone buzzed with a message from the mysterious contact. "Meet me at midnight at the bridge near Brook Bar," it read. What was this? Was I now living out a mystery novel? Why couldn’t we had just met in a bar? I looked at the time on the phone. It was already 11:45pm. It wouldn’t take me long to get to the bridge. When I got there, I felt vulnerable and exposed out in the open like this.