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"If I say yes will that fix everything? Will that fix my past mistakes and my betrayal?" "I can't promise you to return back your last two years or more. But I promise you won't need to remember those in future." Hearing that Ragini's eyes filled with tears. She immediately brushed off the patches of water and looked back at him by saying, "I didn't know a Mafia could be so sensible." "I understand. My brother is an asshole. That doesn’t mean I would be the same." His smile took away the last trail of worry from her face. "It's ok. Your brother is different. Cold and grumpy. I am sure Myra is the perfect match for him."

END Hello, author here. This is my first time to ever leave any notes but please forgive me if I made any inconvenience to any of you. In any case, this is the end of volume 1 of BLAIR. I am terribly sorry for the slow updates and short chapters, but I will try to improve. Thank you for all your support so far and prepare for volume 2, The Great Sandcastle!!

“Doesn’t matter, she got what she wanted” Daniel heaved a deep sigh. “Good story by the way, it’s just that you committed fraud” Linda challenged him. “Are you accusing me?” he asked back. “No. I’m telling you I know what you did” Linda warned him. “Do tell” “Roland Yates doesn’t sign with a black ink. His signature has a purple shade if you look closely.” “He makes his own ink and uses a special pen”

ELLA'S POV I spent the following morning continuing my own careful, independent review of everything Vera had shown me, understanding that while Jason's security logs had already provided compelling evidence contradicting the messages' claimed timeline, something about the actual technical presentation of those fabricated messages continued nagging at my analytical attention. "I keep looking at this," I told Delia, spreading printed copies of the message screenshots across her kitchen table with the same careful, methodical focus I'd once applied to identifying Cross's original financial manipulation. "Something about the formatting feels slightly off, though I can't quite articulate exactly

--- Blake — Meanwhile Blake reread their messages from earlier as he sat on his bed. > Ave: Just bring the wire module tomorrow. I’ll fix the power distribution in the test model. > Blake: Copy. You still mad at me? > Ave: I’m always mad at you. Bring Oreos too. He grinned. She was always mad, yeah. But lately? She kept texting back.

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Being Alpha wasn’t something he had been raised to do and the eighteen hour days felt like a curse. Yet, ever since a rogue killed Simon, his elder brother, there was no alternative. Liam knew he was prone to blaming people for what he believed to be his inadequacies but he couldn’t help himself. The fact that he hadn't yet found his mate was another failing on his part. If she was anything like Pamela, the pack slut, who these days filled him with revulsion then he would have no alternative but to reject her.

They watched me through the shower glass. I soaped slow. Blind. Exposed. I bent for the soap. And saw it in the drain. Half a contact lens. Blue. Not mine. Not my sister's—hers are brown. Someone else showered here. I stood. Wrapped the towel. Fumbled the tuck. Blind people can't see mirrors. "Your phone," the robot voice said. I reached out. "Where?" "Counter. Left." Wet phone. Cracked screen. I turned on VoiceOver—Siri reading fast, gibberish to them, clear to me.

There’s a hint of weariness in his gaze that I’ve never seen before, “Because it’s the way this works. I can give you the clues but you have to piece them together.” “Balin said that you want to use the Righ-” Damien bursts into amused laughter, “Did he now? I’m not surprised.” “But it doesn’t seem that way to me.” “He said you hurt his mate-” I don’t even get to finish the sentence because Damien’s upper lips curls, “The Righ was never Balin’s mate!” He immediately clamps his mouth shut but I feel my knees turn weak with the throbbing headache. I can feel something liquid on my upper lip and Damien sighs, his anger fading as he lifts his hand and uses the edge of his sleeve to wipe somethin

I was on my feet before I even realized it, my finger trembling with rage as I pointed at her. But what hurt more than Kelly's words was Adam's reaction. His gaze wavered, a flicker of doubt passing through his eyes. "Adam," I forced myself to meet his gaze, my heart ripping apart with every beat. "You really believe her?" He didn't answer. His eyes darted away, avoiding mine.