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said a voice from the shadows. “I’m here for something else,” Louella boldly said. “My sister has escaped the asylum and has a journal in her possession that could very easily bring her memories back. I need to find her before she is able to prove that she was unjustly committed.” “My, what a tangled web we weave,” cackled the sizable woman as she swayed her way out of the shadows until she loomed before Louella in all her caftan covered, imposing glory. “I see you have settled on the path of darkness and will find no way to return.” When Louella scowled she added. “It’s a good thing. It’s as intended.”

Walking elegantly into my study room, I picked an ancient book from the book shelf, before going to sit on the chair, after which I crossed my legs and started opening the book, page by page. "Where are you Khalid?" I suddenly heard her voice echoed in my head. She's the only one that dare to speak in my head, and that person, is my sister, Moon. Letting out a soft groan, I closed my eyes briefly in frustration, and decided to ignore her, as I continued reading the book. "Where are you Khalid? Don't you dare mess with me if I find you myself, just know you're a goner." Her voice threatened in my head. Gosh! This girl is so annoying.

"I've spent centuries learning to control my darkness. But I'm done controlling it. The only question that matters to me now is preserving us. Everything else is secondary." Before I could respond, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. Unknown number. I almost didn't answer, but something in my intuition suggested I should. "Hello?" I said tentatively. There was a moment of static, and then a voice I recognized from somewhere deep in my soul… but not from this lifetime. "Nova," Isla's voice said, smooth and dangerous and absolutely certain. "I think it's time we spoke directly. Don't you?" The line went dead before I could respond.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

To her left in the middle cell is Phoenix, the cell next to his holds his wife Agatha, and across from their cells sits Samatha. “Are you three ready for your demise?” Andre asked them. Analina gave each of them her most wicked smile that she could muster up. “I want to talk to my brother first.” Samatha called out. “Who's your brother?” She asked. “Asher, my name is Samatha Cruz.” Dumbfounded Analina looked over to Andre. He just nods to confirm what she said. “I'll have someone bring him down.” He picks his phone up and presses a button. After the connection went through and someone picks up. [Hey Santos, is Asher still here?] [Yes dad.] [Don't ask any questions, just bring him down to the

"Whatever you're going to ask about my mother, save it. I don't know what she knew beyond the payments. I don't know if she understood the full scope of what Helena was doing. And right now, I don't care. I haven't read all of Helena's diary, but I'm sure she liked to document just how clever she was and how she fooled everyone around her. Your answers should be easy to find." Morrison's eyebrows lifted. "Mrs. Sinclair—" "I said not today. Don't you think we have been through enough?" My hands were shaking, but my voice stayed level. "I know my own eggs were stolen from me without consent. That my sister planned to raise my biological child as her own. That my husband was arrested for a murd