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April sent another quick text and went to join her friends. They drank and ate. Enjoying the food. About ten minutes later, Poppy’s phone went. Picking it up, she saw the name on the screen. She went a little pale. a frown formed on her forehead. She answered. “Yes. Mr. Harper.” Both Sophie and Trent looked at Poppy in surprise. Hearing their current company heads name. “Yes, Mr. Harper, I understand. Thank you, Mr. Harper. I will see you tomorrow.” Poppy hung up the phone. Everyone waiting for Poppy to fill them in.

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I can tell at first glance that it is the same color as the paper that Poppy had found in Isla’s room. With a deep breath, I pick it up and begin to read. “Dear Maddox, I am so sorry, but I had to go. I didn’t think it was fair of my family to demand me to continue to stay here after they’d been paid by my Alpha, as I’m sure they have been by now. Since they care nothing about me and the fact that you are raping me on a nightly basis, I have decided to go. Don’t try to find me. I don’t love you. I think you are awful. Every word I’ve ever said that you might’ve taken as affectionate is a lie. I am not your property anymore as I have found my true fated mate, Private Parker, and the two of us

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

We stay like this for five minutes until she stops crying and falls asleep. "Let me take her," Seth whispered, and as soon as he grabbed her, Poppy stirred and groaned, not releasing her arms. "It's okay. I'll take her." Poppy is thirteen years old, and the way I slid my hand under her and held her like a princess, she isn't heavy. It may give a bit of weight because of my injured leg, but it doesn't bother me. I signal everyone to leave us. Effie had everyone go downstairs.

"Thank you, Poppy. I appreciate it." Poppy’s eyes twinkled with happiness. "That’s a good boy." Adeline said with a pout, “Poppy, you never give money to my boyfriends.” Poppy shot back, “if I start giving money to every boy you introduce to me, I would have to sell my house.” Everyone laughed and Adeline pouted. "I don’t know for how long I will be alive,” Poppy suddenly began. "Poppy, please!" Anastasia, Adeline, and Austin exclaimed at the same time.

I said, looking at everyone in the room before landing onto Poppy trying to encourage her to tell her mate the truth. “Tyler…..umm….umm I’ve got something to tell you…..I’m pregnant.” Poppy spat out, followed by a long pause of nearly holding her breath. Tyler stared at her in shock before a massive smile formed on his face beaming from ear to ear, suddenly embracing Poppy who finally let out her breath.

Every night, Alexa and Chris communicated and with the news she was hearing, Alexa realized how close to death she was and it scared her. Clues, Chris had asked for clues that could help them but she didn't know what to tell him...till now. She remembered the day before when Morty was telling her how much he enjoyed playing on the merry go round, or as he called it, the round swing and there's only one playground with that ride in their area, Tim's playground. That night she tried to talk to Chris but she couldn't for some reason. Maybe Josie found out and blocked their communication somehow, but she couldn't get through to him.

Then, if I feel drowsy again, I make another cup just to push through and continue teaching Poppy. What’s great is that she’s slowly picking up how to read. She’s learned the alphabet. While she’s not very fast or fluent yet, she’s able to read letters to some extent. And most importantly, I’ve taught her how to write her own name. The only issue is, her parents still aren't allowing her to come back to the house. Chloe, on the other hand, has visited us several times this past week. She comes over even without an invitation from me. But it’s fine, since she’s my fiancée—for now, at least. And when she’s here, Mom and Summer sometimes ask her how Poppy is doing, and her usual response is tha

But no one dared to complain about it. . . . Poppy woke up when she felt a heavy arm on her stomach as she tried to turn over. That's when Poppy realized she was at Charles' house. Panic immediately struck Poppy, and she hurriedly ran to the large window in the house to check the time. “I'm dead!” Poppy hit her head gently when she found out that it was already afternoon. Poppy turned around and found Charles still asleep, without a single piece of clothing on. Realizing that she had to take care of the land issue for her friends.