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I still doubt that she was able to get a man with a status as high as Alpha Carter. My family was not wealthy but instead in the middle class. We could sustain ourselves and still live a luxurious life. My family was however not popular but well known as the family that gave birth to a wolf-less child. It was uncommon for a child with both her parents from a wolf bloodline to give birth of a human child. I was the first of my kind thus it made me an abomination. I was however happy that the wolf Gene skipped me because I didn't have to put up with the mate bond and heating which Ava experienced after she wolfed out for the first time.

"I'll go to work take my things then check on the situation but I doubt that I will manage to carry myself through. I was hoping you will take me home and then bring my car later or send somebody to bring it." He smiled a little and looked at me. "Do you trust me with your car? You don't think I will steal it or something?" I laughed at him at least he gave me something to laugh about I was so tense. "We work together remember so if you steal it I'm going to find you and catch you, so don't worry." "I am going to steal it then because you are going to come to my place looking for me then you will find out where I'm staying." I laughed at this man who wanted to loo me to his place. I was not

His car is the reason why he was finding her brother. But, wait, it’s not right. “Maybe, you got it wrong. He will never use someone’s car without permission.” She stepped backward when Charles started to walk near to her. “Stop defending him. We have CCTV cameras in the house, and I confirmed that he was the one who took my car.” Kirsten suddenly felt afraid when she noticed that Charles had changed his expression. He looked mad while looking at her and as if he would bite her.

That was so far from the truth. The truth was so much worse. I couldn’t tell her, I couldn’t tell her that I was a thief, a cheap, petty burglar that preyed on rich people’s empty homes. Seth was the person who brought it up first. He said he had a couple guys who made it big, robbing the houses up on the estate hill and they were looking to expand their business, he said I could get a cut of the profits if I just joined them in running their grifts.

"You asked for the devil's help, remember? It's a little late for moral qualms about my surveillance experience." I want to tell him I only asked because I had no one else to turn to, because Rowan would think I’m insane, and because Sebastian is the only person I know who operates in the grey areas of life. Who understands that sometimes you have to bend the rules to get to the truth. Who won't judge me for doing something that feels dangerously close to stalking. But the words die in my throat. Because Jane’s car is slowing down. And I see the Grandview Hotel rise ahead of us.

So much for dancing at my wedding. But then again, maybe being in a wheelchair will make me more sympathetic to Atlas and the others. I need to get access to the Steele Family Vault. Nobody even knows which bank it is in or how to access it. Knowing the Steeles, it could be anywhere. They are eccentric in ways other billionaire families are not.

You've been targeting me all this time because you wanted my wife, didn't you? [You deliberately stole my wife's underwear so you could manufacture a chance encounter. You're unbelievably vicious.] [I finally caught you yesterday. What do you have to say for yourself now?] [You like being the other man that much? I bet some rich woman bought your apartment for you too.] I instantly exploded. Then he started flooding the chat with screenshots from his home security cameras. The images showed Vanessa holding her underwear as she walked out of my apartment. I was genuinely impressed. The man could turn black into white without blinking.

Now I need a way to get them again but without stealing, or not. Stuffing everything I can, I feel the boards underneath me making a squeaky sound, I move to get it off. When it moves, there's a box under. And opening it I see big chunks of $100. Oh my god, she is loaded. Jackpot! I stuffed it all in my bag. Lastly, finishing my job, I take the bleach I bought from the drug store, I pure it all the way till I reach the back where the kitchen door is, I run out from it and hide under a small pile of junk, I move a wood tile to the side, then I squeeze myself out, getting to my room just in time I’m hit by my pup Harvey, out of the two I know it’s him cause Harvey was the one who stole the clo

Poor thing, I am about to ruin his surprise gift to his girlfriend that would not accept his proposal until he buys his house. "They will learn soon" I shrugged. This is the third person I am selling my late parents' house to today and I can't help but feel somehow excited. Call me a thief because it's my nature and I can't change it even if I want. Not when stealing has become my only hope of surviving since I was fifteen. Let's start from the beginning, the very beginning.