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“You don’t understand.” “Then help me understand,” he demanded, voice strained and low. “Why are you so scared of that bastard, Millie? What’s he got over you?” Her chest heaved as she fought to contain herself, but the desperation in his gaze finally broke through her walls. With a choked sob, she blurted out, “Because I’m a murderer! I killed a man, and Francis has a video recording of it!” *** AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading. Just wanted to inform you guys that this book will probably be coming to an end soon, and I'm already tearing up. I'm so thankful to everyone who has supported me up to this point. Thank you!

I convinced myself it would only delay Damien. I never believed they planned murder. Silence. The confession grew heavier with every sentence. When I realized what I had done... I tried to stop it. I never reached them. The roads were already blocked. Someone wanted me alive... long enough to live with the guilt. Lucien's voice cracked. For the first time since anyone had known him... The unshakable billionaire looked like a grieving son. Elara gently took the journal. "You don't have to read the rest."

Spoiler: Milla will marry Stephen Davies, the son of Laura and Jason. I hope you’ll join me for this new adventure! Thanks and hugs, Meminger Final Remarks The romance of Ella and Shawn has come to its conclusion, and I sincerely hope you enjoyed this journey and had a great time following all these fascinating characters. This book explored resilience, true love amidst life’s adversities, forgiveness, and reconciliation, but also delivered justice to those who did wrong. Thank you to everyone who followed along until the end! I’m leaving here a short guide for those who want to dive deeper into some of the romances that weren’t fully developed in this book but left you with a taste for more

My skin burned where the fibers rubbed raw, but the pain was the least of it, it was the helplessness that threatened to swallow me. Darren paced in my front like a predator, calm, precise, and deliberate. Every step of his boots on the wooden floor echoed through the room, blending with the frantic thud of my heartbeat. Elara stood near the window, still rolling that vial between her fingers, the faint glimmer of the liquid inside catching the candlelight. It looked harmless, almost beautiful, the way poison often does before it kills you. “So,” Darren said finally, breaking the silence, “you found the book.”

I scoffed as I handed over the documents to him. Aaron's eyes glint with greed as he snatched the folder from my hand flipping through the pages, "Good job, Elaira. You have no idea how big this is for me." I clenched my fists as I looked at Aaron ready to hear the name of the culprit, "Now tell me who murdered my mother?" "Edrick Bennet killed your mother," Aaron said sternly, and in that moment, it felt as if lightning had struck me.

“Damien will destroy you.” Carl’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. “Maybe. But he’ll be too late to save you.” In a flash, Carl’s hand shot up, a hidden blade gleaming in the moonlight. Mrs. Lauren’s eyes widened in shock, but it was too late. The blade plunged into her side, the cold steel biting deep into her flesh. “No!” Elena screamed from her hiding place, her voice filled with horror. Mrs. Lauren gasped, her body shuddering as the pain seared through her. But even as her strength began to fade, she refused to back down. With one last surge of power, she pushed Carl away, sending him crashing into a tree.

ENZO One party. That was all it took. The moment I stepped in with Lauren, I knew what I was getting myself into. So did Lauren. My family was deadlier than a den of lions. Everyone was pretending to be all good and smiley with each other, but someone wanted me dead, and I needed to find out who. “ Do you think I pushed you into the pool on purpose?” Lauren asked, her voice defensive. She was adorable when she got like this, all fiery and determined. I couldn't resist teasing her. There was no way she had done it intentionally. Lauren didn’t have one malicious bone in her body.

Greying hair was cut short on either side of his head and his face was handsome. I hadn’t realised he was handsome before and he didn’t look as old as I was told. There had only been one photo I had seen and they didn’t really look like the same person. Only I knew they were. This was Elio. Crime boss, murderer, future husband if my stupid brother got his way. One deep breath , and then another and my finger curled around the trigger. I was going to kill the man in the hotel room across from me, and when I was done I was going to fucking kill my brother for putting me in this situation to begin with.

Jack let the force of his legs explode through his hips, torso, and shoulders, sent the energy through his arms and into the bag. Only when he was completely spent, covered in sweat, did he let himself drop to the mat. But even then, he couldn’t rest. He reached for his phone and shuffled through the photos he’d taken of Ashley’s bizarre paintings. He paused the screen at the painting of himself in the grave, eyes open but unseeing. Blackwell’s other known victims hadn’t been buried alive. They’d been buried in pieces. The FBI had never done a full recovery. The bastard was keeping trophies.