See You Again Never Mr. Lawson Novels & Stories

"Tonight, you're going to realize just how foolish your past choice really was!" With that, John hoisted Rosa over his shoulder and strode toward the depths of the mine. The werewolves behind him howled in excitement. "That's right, boss! Teach her a hard lesson!"

" She looked at me expectantly, hoping to see pain and regret on my face. However, I felt nothing but amusement. I thought it was finally time to end the game. With just one look from me, Marcus understood my intentions. He left and returned with a balding, middle-aged man. The instant Sarah spotted the man, her expression shifted. Though his presence caught her off guard, she quickly composed herself and, with courtesy, asked, "Mr. Lawson, what brings you here?" Erik Lawson ignored her, instead politely addressing me. "Mr. Goodwill, did you call me here because you have further instructions?" I took delight in the spectacle as Sarah and Lenard's astonishment slowly curdled into fear. They s

I asked as the Lawyer nodded his head. "Mr. Lawson has signed everything." I stared at him with shiny eyes. Just like that, Lawson signed everything without arguments and no threats or manipulation just like you would always do. There was nothing from him but I just found it so hard to believe that I had to ask the lawyer again. "Are you serious about it?” "Yes I am,” he replied. And I looked at the signature again. It was Lawson's signature right there, and it was also staring at me. The marriage that had trapped me for so long was finally ending. I began to laugh out loudly, even before I could stop myself.

Lawson's anger from today burst out almost completely at that moment. Judy's shoulders trembled. She lowered her head, tears filling her eyes. Her voice shook as she said, "But she doesn't even care about being a Luna! Why can't you give Samson and me a place where we can belong? She won't come back!" Lawson raised his hand, ready to slap her, and he stopped only when Samson hugged him. Lawson finally said, "She'll come back. She'll never give up. I gave you so much money, not so you could replace her. Live your own life."

Our tattoo had been scalded past recognition. Soup was spilled all over the floor. A scar had been left in that spot ever since. The rose that stood for our love was gone too. I lifted my head, looked at him, and hesitated for a long moment. Then I said, "Yesterday I saw a wedding ring inside your suit."

And give Nick the justice he deserves. A soft tap on my shoulder made me lift my head. A gray-haired man holding a wooden cane in one hand stared at me with a pair of sympathetic eyes. “Good luck,” he whispered in which I responded with a single nod before bowing my head again. I heard him talk to my lawyer saying, “You should help her in all possible ways.” “I will do my very best,” the lawyer answered by assuring the elderly not to worry.

There was something unsettling about it, but I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly. At the end of the hall, I was led into a small, cluttered dining room where an elderly man sat in a wheelchair. He was hunched over, his face partially obscured by the thick glasses he wore. I could tell from the way he was staring at me that he was trying to figure me out, but it didn’t feel like curiosity. It felt more like suspicion. “Joshua,” the woman said, her voice rough, “someone here to see you. Blair’s kid, I think.”

“Mrs. Taylor, tell me the truth. Where is Samantha?” Mrs. Taylor paused in her attempt to close the door. A flicker of sorrow crossed her eyes. She said, “You want to see Ma’am, right? Fine, I’ll take you to her.” … Mrs. Taylor led Shawn to a cemetery. She pointed to a fresh tombstone and said to Shawn, “Your wife and child are there.” I stood frozen as I stared at the tombstone. My photo on it was one from a photoshoot I had taken alone after we got married.