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The Alexander standing before her was a stranger carrying wounds she couldn't see and fighting battles she didn't understand. "Fine," she said quietly. "But I won't wait forever." Alexander nodded and left the room, his footsteps fading down the hallway. Mona remained at the window, staring out at the city that sparkled below them like scattered diamonds. She had trusted Alexander with her life, her heart, her revenge. But trust without truth was just another form of blindness. And she had been blind long enough. Pulling out her phone, she scrolled through her contacts until she found the number she needed. Marcus Webb - a private investigator who had worked for her father years ago. Someone

Curiosity piqued, Tristan broke the seal and unfolded the parchment, his eyes scanning the contents with a mixture of disbelief and anger. Tristan's voice trembled with fury as he read aloud, "You thought you could outwit me, Tristan? You've underestimated me. Every attack, every betrayal—it was all orchestrated by me, and you were none the wiser. I am the puppeteer, and you are merely a pawn in my game. I'm Alpha Lane, and I'm going to be your worst nightmare. "

Adrian held the card like it might vanish if he blinked. “The web was never just his,” he read aloud again, voice low. “It’s ours now. – M.” He turned it over. Nothing on the back. No fingerprints. No smudges. Just clean, sharp ink on matte black. He looked at me, jaw tight. “This wasn’t a message. It was a warning.” “From who?” I asked, though the chill in my spine already knew we were dealing with something bigger than Lucas.

I couldn’t move anywhere else apart from moving to my side table. “Ughh!” I tried to fight the pull but gave in and let it guide me. My body was as if it wasn’t mine. It moved on its own. But this one was not as shocking as getting to relive again, adding more honey, getting to go back in the past. My hand stopped by the side table’s drawer. I found that the magnetic pull wanted me to get the drawer open, so I did, only to find my old diary! It was the diary in which I used to write everything!

I can have Jesse pick it up. I look back at my car before going ahead. The only place I saw when my tommy growled was a bakery. The aroma alone made my tommy happy. I walked in, in a rush. After I had eaten I saw seven framed pictures on the wall. I had a look. Behold my best enemy. My girlfriend's murderer. It had the pic of when she was in highschool,I think. Then when she was just a little girl. Eight years. Looks that way though and others were pictures of her growing up.

What I didn’t understand was, “You guys are debunking the rumors about me?” “Well…” Maria blushed a little. “I didn’t want to share this with you before it’s ready but… yeah. Mike has been helping me with the coding and with digging some info, but we’ve started a website for you, Hazel. Well, on your behalf. To the internet, we’re an anonymous group set on uncovering the truth about you.” “I want to see it,” I said. Maria, nodding, set her glass aside, then disappeared into her bedroom for a moment. She returned with her laptop.

"So you finally remember my digits after all these years, Alpha Alexander?" "I never forgot it. I have a little issue, and I need your help," Alexander went straight to the point as he knew if he didn't get serious, she would drag it into some kind of flirty call. "Okay, let me guess. Your mate has been kidnapped by The Mystery," she replied, shocking Alexander. "How did you…" Alexander uttered. "Remember, walls have ears. Well, The Mystery is at the cavern of whispers," she replied. "I've met him there already. Also, do you know that The Mystery is Zico?" Alexander asked.

DISMAY. Consternation and distress, typically caused by something unexpected. A feeling of disappointment or sadness. Driven by the devastating revelation that Josh was not only Dylan's doctor but his death was connected to Dylan, Anna hurriedly returned to her apartment—Hannah's old residence. While the police had concluded their investigation into the recent break-in as an unsuccessful search for valuables, Anna's intuition (and her new information about Hannah) told her otherwise. As she walked over towards her apartment, the cold dread in her stomach coiled tighter with every step. The familiar route to her neighbourhood felt alien now, haunted by the ghost of Hannah and the tragic spect

So who ratted me out? ‘And you know what else? He even knew that we’d been seeing each other for the last three months. Isn’t that a little bit too much information? It’s creepy that he knows so much.’ ‘Call Jeremy, ask him to check if someone has been hacking into our system,’ she ordered. It was too much of a coincidence that Rowan knew too much. Was he having her followed? What is happening here? If she wanted to get to the bottom of this whole mess, she needed to have dinner with this guy.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?