Sandra Brown The Alibi Novels & Stories

He didn't know that Pierce had settled all that had to do with Amelia and the secret Rebels. “You are ruining your life while your brother becomes the Alpha, right?” Sandra asked as she burst into the room, painting heavily, her voice laced with anger. Kelvin rolled his eyes and continued with what he was planning. Sandra has been annoying him recently. He liked her the way she was before. She was quiet and sad, she would take all the shouts and beating he gave her and cry with no response and that was the type of woman he liked. Not this one who had recently changed and decided to challenge his every word and every thought.

said the woman who had called the other one Sandra. “But Jamie… we need to be careful. What if this is just another setup from Alfred? You know he suspects that we’re hiding something about where Avie is.” “But that’s not true, Sandra. That’s exactly why we’re here—to find Avie.” “Fine. Then I’ll just talk to Alfred directly,” he told them. “No way!” Sandra quickly shot back. He frowned. “What’s with this Alfred that you don’t want to deal with him? Isn’t he your friend’s boyfriend—”

"Because I know her. And I know Alessia Reed. I've watched that woman manipulate everyone around her for years. First Edward. Then Alexander. Now the entire justice system." I hang up. Pour myself a drink. Vodka. Straight. The news is still playing. They're showing Alessia now. In a wheelchair outside the hospital and jeffrey beside her. Looking weak, fragile and Innocent. The perfect victim but i can see through it. I've known Sandra since we were eighteen. Roommates at UCLA. She helped me through my parents' divorce. Through my first heartbreak. Through everything. When everyone else abandoned me, Sandra stayed. She's loyal. Kind. Maybe a little intense sometimes. But not a kidnapper. Not

Her murmurs of incoherent warnings were disregarded as Sandro seemed to derive amusement from her distress, smirking down at her. She strained to break free from his grip. Observing his surroundings, Sandro noticed the absence of Alessia and Janice. Looking back at Arabella, who had ceased struggling, he remarked, "Seems your witchery couldn't rescue you this time." His grip on her arms remained unyielding. Arabella's heart raced, a cold shiver of fear coursing down her spine. She comprehended that she was now at Sandro's mercy – how had circumstances spiraled to this point?

“Never again will I be this blind.” Downstairs, the living room clock ticked softly. Alex’s shadow passed the hallway as he checked his phone again, wondering why she wasn’t picking up. But before he could head upstairs, a faint shuffle caught his attention. From the corner of the hallway, near the kitchen’s side entrance, Sandra moved quietly, her figure cloaked in the dim light. She held a small tray, but her eyes weren’t on the kitchen they were darting toward the backyard door. She paused, glancing over her shoulder as if to make sure no one was watching, then slowly turned the lock and slipped out into the night.

And she could only stand in wait of her known fate. "Fucking, fuck it." Sandra didn't think she had ever cursed so much in a day as she did now. Wipping out her gun from her pocket. She ran over to Allyssa, firing countless bullets at the creature. Her action only made it furious. It released a ear splitting growl, Spreading it arms apart it dived for Allyssa. With one big push, Sandra rammed her body into the smaller girl. The both of them crashing to the ground with a loud 'thud.'

My finger hovers over the trigger, ready to end it, but I can’t look away just yet. As I watch, Alessandra’s security is overpowered. Their bodies are searched and stripped of weapons. A small, satisfied smile tugs at my lips. Not only is Alessandra’s life in danger, but so is her empire. I tighten my grip on the rifle, waiting for the right moment. Then, my phone vibrates again. “Hi Sandra. I know we haven’t spoken much lately, but I desperately need your help.” Brandon. My heart skips a beat as I read his name on the screen.

Sandra had already won just before the battle started, and it was devastating. "I am telling you the truth!" "You all saw the evidence! This woman has been one hundred percent plotting to take down the Alpha of the Black-Haw Pack to avenge her people! Are you not skeptical about her presence here?! She’s from the Midnight Pack, and she has reason to kill Alpha Hunter more than anyone else!" Sandra screamed desperately at the crowd, convincing them with her lies. Sandra gestured to the guards, "Take her back to the dungeon before she can do any more damage!"

At the top of the page was a title: Argus Project - Beneficiary Disbursements. I scanned the list. I didn’t recognize most of the names. Senators. Judges. Police commissioners. And then, halfway down the page, I saw a name I knew. Sandra. Next to her name was a date from six months ago—right before she started acting strange—and a payment amount so large it made me dizzy. I looked up at Alistair, my hands trembling. “Sandra… you paid her?” “I compensate people for their loyalty,” he said smoothly. “She provided a service. She kept an eye on you for me. Until she became… unreliable.”

Sandra got diagnosed with cancer not long after, and between the abuse and the diagnosis, her perfect little life was finally crumbling exactly the way I'd always hoped it would. Everything was going fine. Better than fine until Alto decided to hand over part of his shares to her. I couldn't just stand back and let that happen. More shares meant more power, more influence, more of exactly the kind of standing that would put her even further out of my reach than she already was. I wasn't gonna spend the rest of my life watching her rise while I stayed stuck exactly where I'd always been. Yes, i was already Alto’s mistress, but i wanted more now that Sandra’s status was rising, i wanted a rais