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" She looked at Caleb with righteous indignation. "Even if he accidentally kicked Dad's body into the garbage, wasn't he helping clean up? "He already knows he was wrong. Why shouldn't he be forgiven?" Caleb was spitting and urinating on the body that had just been retrieved. I stared at Vivian in disbelief. I genuinely thought something in her mind had broken. An obvious act of desecration had somehow become "helping" in her mouth. Where was the Vivian Stone who once spent five years stuck in a basic post because she refused bribes and insisted on a doctor's principles?

With how long he had been in the basement since he killed that girl, I wouldn't be surprised he wanted him to die this time around “Damn you!’ Stan yelled as he coughed out blood. I got a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped his face for him “You look pathetic Stan. If I was you, I would be begging for mercy” I said “Well, you are not me” he said. I let out a sign “It's not too late to beg me to help you” I told him. Stan might be the dumb one in the family but he was stubborn and had pride, what I was asking him to do was something he would consider impossible but I loved seeing him like this, enraged yet unable to do anything about it. A loud knock on the basement door disturbed me, one o

ASHLEY P.O.V "I don't have anything with me apart from my ID," I replied, attempting to sound bold. But despite my best efforts, my voice betrayed me, coming out shaky instead. As I filled out the loan application, my hands trembled, making it difficult to write my name with confidence. Deep down, I knew my financial history was far from ideal, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear that the secretary would reject me outright. However, I couldn't afford to give up hope just yet. There had to be a chance, especially since I no longer owed them any money. Ethan had promised to clear my debt if I came to dinner with him, and I had faith that he, being a wealthy man, would uphold his word.

CHAPTER SEVEN DENNIS' POV The call went dead with a ting sound. I stared at the floor, shaking. What did I do to deserve everything going wrong with me? Did I kill someone in my last life? "Troubles," Dominic whispered. When I looked up, he shook his head at me with his eyes full of pity. And I badly hate to be the object of that pity now. Then he picked up his own phone from the table. I watched as his fingers moved fast across the screen, wondering what he was doing since he did not say anything.

would never have ventured into such places, let alone rescued Derek. Yet she took my place and impersonated me as the person who saved Derek's life. The memories, a relentless tide of pain, fueled my resolve. I clenched my fists, wiped away the last traces of tears and dialed a number. "Dennis Hoppe," I said, my voice steady, "Capo of the new rising east coast mafia. You're the man who took down two gambling dens in the south within a week, and the one who wiped out the Fernando family in a single night.

--- Yet every few months, small deposits appeared. --- Tiny amounts. Carefully structured. Difficult to notice. --- Most investigators would ignore them. --- Elena didn't. --- Following the trail, she uncovered rental records. Then utility payments. Then property taxes. --- Each clue led to another. --- Until finally... She found an address. --- A small coastal town three hours from the city. --- Her pulse quickened. --- Daniel Mercer. --- Or at least someone connected to him. --- Without hesitation, Elena grabbed her keys. ---

This is why they call him dangerous. I went through the names that were written in the book. They were written in an alphabetical arrangement. I would have stopped searching but something kept me scrolling through. I scrolled through different compartments of the book with different headings above the names. As I scanned, I came across Jeremy's name under the heading 'Debtors. ' I was dumbfounded. His name wasn't ticked like others and the amount was written beside his name. Eighty million dollars. How huge! Jeremy? Jeremy works for Massimo, he owes Massimo. But what exactly does he owe Massimo for? Cocaine?

Dread filled my heart as I stared at his face. This man must be part of the mafia. And now, I owed him my life.

Watching him collapse in a pool of blood, she burst out laughing before driving the knife into him again. She told herself she would avenge Tristan. After all, it was Dash who had accelerated Tristan's death. But even so, she knew that Tristan would never come back. Soon after, the police arrested Maisie. Dash had died from his severe injuries, so Maisie was sentenced to life imprisonment for intentional homicide. She lost her sanity in prison and constantly murmured to herself, "I'll make you honey-glazed wings, Tristan." Then, the clarity would return for a fleeting second, and she would remember that she had lost Tristan a long, long time ago.