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Chapter 59: Four Girls of the Same Age? Morgan arrived at the professor's office without even knocking. Hanna was still in the bathroom, stuck in front of the mirror, thinking about how to disguise herself. At least her hair was hidden under the hat, but he could see her face if he tried. Morgan was much taller, yet... He looked around for her until he heard a noise from the bathroom. He alerted his men to stay silent. Hanna walked out with her head down until she saw Morgan's feet. Yes! It was him. She accused him, closing her eyes:

Harrow rose from her chair, moving toward the television with slow, deliberate steps. Her fingers grazed the frozen image of the man’s face, almost tenderly. “They want me to believe this?” she whispered. “That this man… overpowered Harrow? My husband wasn’t weak. He wasn’t careless. And he wasn’t killed by someone who looks like they’ve never won a fight in their life.” Her voice dropped lower. “This is a cover up.” The assistant stammered, “M.. Ma’am, what do you mean...” Mrs. Harrow stepped back, eyes cold and calculating. “I know what I saw,” she murmured. “I know the surveillance loopholes. I know the missing minutes. I know the rumors swirling around that gala.”

I unclasped the eye patch. My breath hitched. My heart throbbed violently. His left eye was purple and swollen shut. His eyelid told tales of ripped out flesh. That explained the blood and dead skin under my fingernails. A sharp ache spread throughout my chest and my fingers hovered over his face. What have I done? ‘Soon enough he'll know who you really are. Good going, Mrs Hawthorne.’ The childish voice in my head snickered. “Oh Julian!” I gasped. My vision blurred. Hot tears burned my face.

I mumbled to myself as I stared at the headlines but unbeknownst to me Warren's company had been hacked by an unknown hacker and a few important data were stolen from him. While RM Tech Co was having problems, its rival company TY Integrated Company had suddenly launched a game which seemed to be a stepping stone for the company.. “ We're here, ma'am..” I shook my head as I shut my tablet and stepped out of the car with Camille holding the door for me with a slight bow.. I'd worn a turtle neck because the hickeys on my body were not completely gone yet.. “ Welcome to Madam Lauren's Resident..The ma'am is expecting you..” His butler respectfully spoke with a bow and led us towards the directi

Under His Watch Country: Aurivelle City: Auremont Alvara The hallway slowly emptied. Voices faded. Footsteps disappeared. And just like that… It was over. Or at least… it should have been. But I could still feel it. That shift in the air. That awareness crawled under my skin. Because they were still there. Mrs Hawthorne. Grayson Hawthorne. Watching. Mrs Alexia stepped forward, her presence immediately restoring order. “Everyone back to your studios”

Elena glanced around, everyone was looking quite nervous, though she could admit she was nervous as well that it was evident on her face, she just wants to get over it, her grandmother was on drugs and she needed the money to pay for it, if not her grand mother may end up dying. Her eyes glanced around for Emily, his daughter, maybe she had gone to school, sh thought, she really wanted to see Emily, it was rumored that she was female version of the devil herself. She knew all about his dead wife and she was quite sorry for him, but what could she do? she was in no position to comfort him. "Alright everyone, I personally will be judging this show" Nathan hale voice boomed out and everyone wa

Maxima Davenport didn’t know it yet, but she’d just become the answer to his desperate request, the perfect pretender… She was about to become his perfect fake “Mrs. Right”.

“Welcome? I see you all are now embracing the whole minimalistic security trend. Very hip. Very trendy. Very likely to get my husband robbed blind.” Ginger head let out a little gasp, her hand flying to her chest. “Husband?... Oh, God no, ma'am. We…” I cut her off mid-sentence. “Let this be the last time this sort of thing will happen ever again.” “Yes, Miss Cassandra.” She and the other maids chorused. “It's Mrs. Mallory.” I corrected them. Their brows furrowed and exchanged confused looks before relapsing into silence and putting on a smile. A fake one if I might add.

But with Ivan by my side, I feel everything real and good. “what’s with that face”, rose tells worried. “Don’t worry, bitch, we will kidnap you from the wedding and burn that fucking contract”, tina tells punching her fist in air. “we were planning to visit you”, rose tells smiling at me. I shake my head looking down. I am changed into a t shirt and leggings after a warm bath. After reading text from Ivan I felt better. He said everything went as we expected and it will be same in future, we just have to keep this marriage secret until December 31st. Which I eventually agreed.