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"Can you stop with the drama already? You've been living my life for years. How much more do you want? Now that I'm back, it's time for you to get out." I let out a frustrated laugh and looked her straight in the eye. "Maybe you should check with Mom and Dad before you start talking nonsense again. Or better yet, get your head checked. "Maybe an MRI scan will show if your brain's turned to mush because that's the only reason you're talking like this." I didn't want to argue with her. It was a waste of time. Unexpectedly, she knocked the potted orchid on my desk to the floor. The crash was deafening, and I saw her smug, satisfied grin.

“When it’s done. I reached another planet. That’s where I saw my doppelganger. You are all stupid to think that he’s the one who stole it. But Iam the one. You have never been able to find it. So, I gave you all a clue by taking his dead body from the grave. I know you dug it. Now you came here to see me. But you thought we both are working together. That’s wrong. I won’t work with anyone.” “It’s not him. Our calculation will never go wrong.” “It went wrong. There are many other piles of earth in this universe. I saw him living an extremely awesome life. His life is perfect. He’s happy. Everyone in the world has a different choice. Our life will be depending on the choice we take. Here I hav

she said with a smile. The doorbell rang "who's there ?" she asked puzzled. , no one has come to her place since Liam left. Tired, she got up, packed her hair, dressed, and headed curiously to the door. " is Liam here? maybe he wants to surprise me for my birthday". Getting to the door she checked but no one was there just an envelope at the foot of the door. Puzzled at who dropped it, she picked it and looked both ways to see if someone was watching then stepped inside.

“How?” “The MO was just as I mentioned. The killer would leave the next day and have no interaction with the victim, and that wouldn’t be realistic. The storyline should make them interact and tie everything together, so we need to change that slightly. What if every person who interacted with the victim was a suspect and had a motive?” Steve looked shocked. “You’re saying multiple suspects?” “I rewrote parts of the script after our meeting that day. If we change the MO that was set up to look like a suicide and change it to multiple suspects, it would be even more exciting than a single suspect.

“Fear is a tool, Blake. I learned that the hard way. I won’t waste it on me—I’ll save it for them.” Cesare chuckled softly. “Good. You’ll need it.” The tension was electric. Every plan, every word, every glance was another thread pulled in a web that only I could see in full. This wasn’t about playing it safe. This wasn’t about revenge alone. This was about rewriting every story that had written me as a victim. The Twist I paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Then, without warning, a file blinked differently. A single alert. My heart skipped.

"This is a really interesting episode, trust me." The plot develops, and even I feel riveted by the twist at the end. This woman hired a hitman to kill the woman her husband was cheating on her with. The plot twist is she's in a wheelchair and pretending to be sick and disabled so her husband will stay with her anyway. "So it was her?" He asks, and I nod with a small smile. "Shit, that's insane." "Wait, this is the craziest part," I whisper.

he swiveled me over and like a whiff of wind the slap landed on the side of my face by surprise. My head whipped to the side due to the force used to hit me. And it stung so bad. My head felt like it was under deep waters and my ears were filled up by them. Not only could I hear bells in my ears, I also saw stars. “You’re lying!” he screamed my chin forcedly trapped between his fingers, the grip so tight that I was afraid my cheeks were going to snap into two if he held much longer. “You were thinking about him again right? You were thinking about your secret lover weren’t you!?”

she sighed, rubbing her forehead dramatically. "I remembered you straight away when I saw you five years ago when Yusuf was rushed on after his accident. I knew the opportunity had come for me to destroy your family and mine was destroyed by yours. Yusuf was not supposed to be in a coma for two years but I used that two years to plan. The nurse in charge of Yusuf that time was indebted to me and I told her to do anything that could make Yusuf be in a coma when she was transferred that was why Yusuf woke up. She didn't have any choice but to do it. Your family doctor was also part of the plan because I'd the sex tape he and the nurse with me. I told him to lie to you guys. I told him that you

She carefully took out a small paper and pen to write the note she intended to leave behind, but it seemed so difficult; it was the toughest challenge. She had to rewrite it many times before finding something straightforward: "I intend to rebuild my life." The words did not flow easily; she paused and thought to herself. "Should I leave a note behind?" She finally concluded and wrote the last words, "Do not look for me." She put the note on the table in the sitting room where our parents would find it first thing in the morning when they wake up. That night, even though she didn't have anywhere to go, she concluded she would sleep at the airport, and the first thing in the morning, she woul