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“I understand you, Mrs Reynolds. But you said this same thing last week and the week before. I've lost count of how many times I've heard this same sentence. However, you have the ball in your court, and as I said, delay might be costly” With the same tone. “I'm working on it, please…. Give me just a little more…..” With the word still in her mouth, her door banged… “You seem to have secured a better occupation” Lady Genevieve, a tall black woman dressed elegantly with her dress complemented by an apron, callously said. “I have to go now, I'll update you on it as soon as possible. If I get my permission granted, I will show up tomorrow” She quietly said with the phone close to her mouth.

Possessive. She nodded slowly. My jaw clenched. "I tore apart cities, Duaa. I turned the world upside down. I went mad with it. Every dead end, every wrong name, every fake record — I destroyed them. I kept chasing shadows... but none of them were you." Her lips parted. Her breath caught. "I became something else after you vanished," I continued, darker now. "Colder. Crueler. I killed anyone who whispered your name wrong. Because deep down, I knew you were still breathing. Somewhere. Mine. Waiting to be found."

But how? “Anyways, there's only one way out if you want your secret sealed and I can help you get out of the consequences that would follow, when Scorpion spills the beans “ Fiona offered. Jeniva gnashed her teeth . Scorpion? oh she even knows the nickname of that criminal? Well, that's too late. The idiot was already dead along with others. She chuckled softly and said “Looks like you're a little late. This celebrity is not afraid of anything because the dead can no longer speak” she boasted.

"Very well. I have no need for Natasha anymore. I was getting tired of her and how useless she was. I won't lie. I have been enjoying our little secret time together and have been playing with the thought of making you mine." "You have?" His response has me in shock. "Get to work. Let me make a few calls." I leave his office with a smile on my face. 'I know my plan would have worked. Now it's time to get rid of Natasha. I can't wait to see the look on her face.' As I sit around my desk, I can hardly contain my excitement. This is happening. I am about to be the new Mrs Cross. 'Wonder how those bitches will react to this now?'

She’d use the time wisely. With a groan of frustration, Alannah went into her own bathroom and ran the bath. The first step to relaxing was a nice and hot, scented bubble bath. The second was to purge Darius from her head, her body, and her life. This game he was playing was getting too personal. It was time for game over.

This is such a great opportunity for me to reclaim my title, but I'll make sure to make some changes before that. “Can you let go of me and put something on now? You're creeping me out.” “Hahaha yeah.”

The note that came at the end of the third week was different from the others. No pleasantries. No references to dinners or preferences or watches. One line, written in the same careful hand: The game isn't over. It's just changed shape. Enjoy the quiet.

Close enough to require discretion. “Things are moving,” one of them said. “New players. Old ones resurfacing.” Adrian’s fingers stilled around her glass. “Resurfacing?” Nyelle’s gaze sharpened briefly before softening again. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.” Adrian met her eyes. “I don’t like when you say that.” “I know,” Nyelle replied. “That’s why I’m saying it.” Damon leaned closer. “You always this cryptic with each other?”

Before she'd even finished exclaiming, another crash was heard, followed by another, and another, and another. "Mr. Jepson! That's Ms. Sallow's oil painting! You can't throw the whole frame to the ground— "Mr. Jepson! Those are Ms. Sallow's acrylics! She mixed them herself! You can't just mix everything together— "Mr. Jepson! That easel belongs to Ms. Sallow! She got it from overseas and that's the only one in the world, you can't break off the legs—" With every bang and crash, my heart sank deeper and deeper into the pits of my stomach.