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his roommate who tried to advise him against trying to defraud his brother whispers but he glares at him, so he just climbs his bed and goes to sleep, not wanting to be a part of the drama. “Benjamin Ryan-Wellinton, I give you 5 minutes to open the freaking door and your time starts now,” Caleb says, pounding the door. Benjamin gulps nervously, knowing that he is in for a serious lecture but he still goes ahead to open the door because he knows that Caleb is not bluffing.

he said, putting it on speaker. “Hey, Asher, Axel, Aiden!” Benjamin’s voice crackled through the phone, unusually cheerful. “I just wanted to thank you guys again for introducing me to my mate. I can’t tell you how much this means to me. Seriously, if you ever need anything, just call me, alright?” There was a moment of silence as we all exchanged looks. Something about Benjamin’s tone was off. Normally calm and serious, he sounded almost giddy, like someone… else entirely.

This was exactly where I needed to be. I opened Benjamin's office without knocking, and he wasn't surprised. It looked like he had been expecting me. “Father said you were coming today, and seeing how early you arrived, I'm guessing you're here for something important. Right?” Benjamin asked, but his eyes never left the files in his hands. “‘Deputy Manager Benjamin Williams”’’ was inscribed on his desk, and I gently cleaned the tiny dust. “I need Shula,” I replied plainly. Benjamin raised his head, his brows arched in disbelief. “Shula? Is this a joke? Shula is our best hacker, you can't just want her, you need to give me a reason.”

Benjamin was good and drunk when he answered the door, he spent the entire day drinking away his sorrow at their astronomical losses, and also celebrating the return of their freedom. "Master there's a delivery for you that requires you or Lady Winifred's signature." A maid approached him on the couch inclining her head. "Certainly Scarlet! Haha Have a drink while I go sign, we're celebrating!" Benjamin cheered as he rose to his feet and going towards the door. "Good evening sir I've got a Express delivery that requires the signature of either Benjamin Thomas or Winifred Thomas. Would that happen to be you sir?" "Yes indeed it is friend! I wonder what my wife ordered this time." He replied c

There was no sound. Maybe he’d come back early. Maybe he’d felt guilty for leaving. I pushed the door open quietly. The room was dim, the scent of candle wax heavy in the air. I took a step forward—then froze. A shadow moved at the far end of the hall. “Isaac?” I called softly. No answer. Then a figure emerged—tall, broad-shouldered. But it wasn’t Isaac. Ben. He was shirtless, sweat gleaming on his skin, his chest rising and falling too fast. When his eyes met mine, something flickered there—something dark, something wrong.

It is a good thing that everyone is busy with the preparations for the approaching Halloween Event that everyone is so excited about. Once outside of the theatre gym and into the clearing, Mr. Ben inhaled a great amount of the fresh air that tasted so green and fresh, it is refreshing for his old lungs, but it does not mean that he is that old that his joints are rusting and grunting. Mr. Ben is not to be underestimated. His senses and skill are still sharp as a knife and are heavily reliable for him. “You know trying to get behind me would be an impossible task to be achieved.” He said as he placed his hands behind his back, facing the trees and not planning to turn and look at the two juni

“Do something for me.” Aaron smiled, and his eyes glinted in extreme excitement. “You care so much about Summer. Tell me… If she learns the truth behind the kidnapping one year ago…” Aaron’s voice trailed off when he noticed Benjamin’s face turn pale. “That’s why I’ve said that we’re all the same. There’s no need for you to despise me.” He slowly walked to Benjamin’s side and spoke once more, “Do you need me to kill Victoria for you? It’s not too late yet…”

He knew the person was just using him. When the elevator doors opened, Benjamin didn’t go to the hospital. Instead, he went straight to the police station. In the car, he edited the audio, concealing some details. At the police station, the young and handsome Spencer was surprised to see Benjamin. His father had handled his mother’s case back then. Spencer lazily sat on the bench, watching Benjamin with his usual flawless features. The two were friends who kept in touch privately, though Benjamin usually wouldn’t bother him unless it was urgent.

I held my breath deep in my lungs. Oh my holy God. What do I do? I refused to look out from underneath the protection of the fluffy floral comforter under which I had taken refuge. “I am Benjamin. Benjamin Parker.” He paused. “You can call me Ben. I am staying up the road. I came by to see if you had any, uh, sugar.” His voice was smooth, soothing, familiar.

*MALIYAH* A car pulled up beside us and I turned to see Ben getting out of it. He approached us with an impassive look. There were too many people at the front of the hall and I really didn’t want Ben to lose his temper. “He…em…he’s here to get his mom.”I quickly said,hurrying up to Ben. He glanced at Alonzo and I’m surprised when he said nothing. Instead,he opened the door for me.