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Despite the rapid beating of my heart, I forced myself to move closer, taking in the horrific sight of the crumpled hood and trunk of Marianne's car, the shattered windshield, side windows reduced to shards, and the twisted, broken axles that told of the force of the impact. My breath hitched as my eyes stung with tears, blurring my vision as I looked at the mangled front ends of the trucks—crushed cabins, smashed grills, and twisted door frames scattered like discarded toys. It was a grotesque, brutal display of destruction. The pain I felt was visceral, sharp, and unbearable, as though I had lost Aislinn once again, the wound ripping open anew. I fell to my knees, balling my fists, my whol

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here today. We are proud to announce a new partnership between the Rodriguez group and the Cruz Group. Hilda Rodriguez and Adrian Cruz from both companies are here to speak on the vision behind this collaboration.” I took a small breath in and stepped forward, nodding at Adrian before I began addressing the crowd. “Good morning, everyone,” I began, my voice steady and clear not betraying how jittery I felt inside. “Thank you for joining us here today. This partnership is not just about merging resources or expanding our market reach. This is about building something bigger than every one of us here. We are talking about the Rodriguez Future City Ini

They always communicated through messages. “Boss, what are you saying? I don’t understand what you are talking about.” His boss did not feel like entertaining him, so he went directly to the point, “Ghost has put a bounty of one billion dollars over your head. Tell, what have you done?” “What?” Marcus felt chills run down his spine when he heard that. His knees went weak, and if not for the help of the table, he would have landed on the floor. Ghost was the name everyone feared in the underworld.

William reluctantly gave her a ride to Robert Johnson's house. They exchanged goodbye's and she watched him drive off before turning to face the 'gigantic' sight in front of her. Although the house was quite a distance from where she stood, she was able to catch a glimpse of the beautiful sight in what was Robert's Johnson's house. Better still, mansion. She made her way to the front gate and was just about to hit the bell when a tall, huge man with a compressed face emerged from nowhere startling Theresa. As if his height and size wasn't enough, the grim expression he wore complimented the huge scar he had on the right side of his face, making him look intimidating.

Texas was very warm at that time of the year. Hot air filled the atmosphere of Houston, the trees whistling, the almost stunk aroma of the woman roasting kebabs from across the street, and the rustling dead leaves from last fall. Everything reminded Isioma of her last relationship with Kent.

My mom greeted them back. "Aubree, I’d like you to meet my son and the new CEO of Inarez group of companies Gavin and his friends Christian, Vince, and Drake. Boys, this is Aubree Custodio, the sales head of Guerrero Ad Agency." My mom said as she introduced us to the girl she was talking to. "You look familiar." Christian butted in. I agree. I told myself. "I second the motion. I think we’ve met you before," Drake added. "Yes. We were schoolmates during high school. I'm Ms. Chad remember?" she said.

He exhaled sharply, his throat tightening as frustration clawed at him. "Mr. Reynolds?" He looked up and saw Maggie, his assistant, standing hesitantly in the conference room's doorway. Her usually controlled manner wavered when she noticed his look. "What is it?" he inquired, his voice rougher than he wanted. Maggie shuffled uneasily. "Hartwell representatives have requested a meeting with you. They claim to have received worrisome reports concerning their ongoing negotiations with Smith Corp. Tyler clinched his jaw. "Of course they have," he said under his breath. "Tell them I'll get in touch. "And get me Ben."

He appeared a few seconds later, his hair still damp and a grin on his face. “Hey, Wrath, good to see you,” Rebel said. “We’re having church, but out here. Get the sweet butts to the basement rooms. All members and prospects present for this one,” Nitro said. “Got it,” Rebel said and left as quietly as he had appeared. Nitro turned toward Whitney and gave her a dazzling smile. “Welcome to the Road Warrior’s clubhouse. A friend of Wrath’s is a friend of ours.” “Thank you,” she said softly.

I spoke. "What is it?" Atticus asked me. "Tyler Beckett, emperor of Beckett Empire, wanted to have Rayne; however, he failed, so he cooperated with black magic witches and they tried to kidnap Rayne, more like they tried to force her into surrendering to them, but that also failed," I said. Their curiosity was all over the place. "When we confronted them, they decided to wage a war against the whole world and if they won, they will take over the world."

I called the service crew and my eyes darkened when she tried to stand up. “ Crawl.” I commanded while still securing Lauren’s body in the mattress. She yelps when I ripped her shorts and underwear but I didn’t care. Her pussy is dry as fuck but I delve two of my fingers causing her to struggle, writhing in pain from the sudden penetration. “ E-Ethan…” she begs. I looked at her and laughed at her state. It wasn’t even a minute but she seems to be enjoying everything. “ Eat her.” Both Lauren and the service crew is terrified by the words that came out of my mouth. I wasn’t joking when I told that I am going to make her a living hell.