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The impact hurt, my shoulder blades immediately began to ache. Instinctively my knee came straight up, directly into his groin. He let go and backed away, hunched in pain. “Fucking bitch!” He yelped out, but he didn't retaliate back, which was unlike him. He glared for half a moment before taking off. “What the hell just happened?” I asked Lily. Pat interjected. “Mom's been trying her hardest to help him. It's slow progress, as you can see, but she really is trying. I'm honestly surprised he didn't go through with it.” This time, Pat did smile. “I'm also glad.”

A killer with a motive not just for money, but for vengeance. This new journey was meant to be my attempt to glue the broken pieces back together. To move forward. To start over. But the knowledge of what happened—and the realization that my persistent long-time suitor, Griffin Sean Patterson, had the motive and the means to be involved—was the heavy truth I carried. The choice of New York, the choice of the secretary job at CazoS Enterprise, was supposed to be a leap into anonymity.

“You want motive?” I say, my voice trembling with restrained fury. “How about wanting the baby gone? She told me to get rid of my baby, Noah. She threatened me. Said if I didn’t, I’d regret it. Isn’t that motive enough?” My voice cracks, but I press on, the words spilling before I can stop them. “If the baby hadn’t survived, her plan would’ve been perfect. If it wasn’t for the investigation into the faulty equipment, no one would’ve questioned a thing. I would’ve just been another tragic case. An unfortunate accident that took both me and the baby.”

she asked, her tone tinged with disbelief. Blake hesitated for a moment before responding, his voice low and sincere, and still unwilling to release her from his embrace. “He once tried to kidnap you, it’s not impossible that he would do it again. If you were to suddenly vanish, he would be the only person I would confront, as he alone has the motive," Blake explained.

"Not surprising. Blair has a good eye for what makes Creedites attractive. She downplays that part of her life." "I don't get it. I don't get how anyone would want to be involved with that. She snorted and shook her head. "Bull shit. The same thing that keeps people involved with the Creed is the same thing that made us jump off the Main Street bridge into the river. It's the same thing that got us to toilet paper the principal's house. It's that adrenaline. It's mob mentality. If everyone's doing it, it's okay. "Fuck, I do not want to understand it."

he blurted. “Have a conversation with the blackmailers?” Garvin exclaimed in disbelief. “Alex, I think that part was a bit unclear,” l chimed in softly. “What l meant by conversation is that, you're buying us time to capture what we wanted,” he explained. “Capture what exactly?” Garvin asked again. I guess he isn't getting his point. “Man, you need to chill out,” he spoke. “The motive behind this is to get evidence that we can use against them or let me say threaten them,” he added.

“Do I look alright to you? My sides hurt, and my company is in shatters. So being alright is far from my expectations.” “Just checking to see, that’s all. You are my boss.” I sat up to get more comfortable, then turned the tv on since no one was talking. That’s when Kaylee glanced at me— what was Bead’s motive?? What was in his mind to kidnap these women?? Which was a great question. What was his reasoning for all this chaos? Maybe he didn’t have a clear motive. Perhaps he was a psychopath who loved pleasure. People do things just because they know. This isn’t a movie where the suspect needs a motive to kill.

We encountered old acquaintances, each with their own motives and secrets, threatening to derail our pursuit of the truth. As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, the shocking revelation hit me with a force that left me breathless. The person behind the blackmail was none other than an old acquaintance, someone who had once been close to me and had witnessed the events that now haunted me. Their motives were steeped in resentment and a desire for vengeance, seeking to dismantle the life I had worked so hard to rebuild.