Stealing Home Sherryl Woods の小説・ストーリー

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.

Dad and I immediately stepped forward to support her. "Help? How exactly?" Dad moved forward, stepping in front of Mom, his voice dangerously low. "Jack sold diseased poultry that killed someone. The evidence is ironclad! That's a crime! What power does Noah have to get a criminal off the hook? Spend money? What happened to all that dirty money you made before?" Jack's head snapped up, his eyes vicious as he hissed. "Uncle Harry, don't be so harsh! If we go down, you won't get off easy either! If Noah hadn't cut off the formula back then—"

The woman who had access to my personal life, my family, and my business connections. She was the perfect front. I leaned back slowly in my chair. Five million dollars. Transferred quietly. Hidden inside legitimate contracts. A shell company owned by Miley. Adam approving the deals. The pieces fit together perfectly. This was how they had been preparing. Slowly siphoning money out of the Woods empire long before anyone noticed. And if I hadn’t discovered it now… They probably would have continued doing it for years. Until the company itself began collapsing. My fingers tapped lightly on the desk again.

I made sure Laura and Kevin arrived home safely, Aria decided to stay over to provide emotional support, and with the hawk’s eye security around the property: Bullet proof drones that attack as a hive, navy seals, martial artists, even hired brutal ex-convicts— the house was an impregnable fortress, even an ant wouldn't go undetected. After the hacking attempt at the hospital, my instinct flared to code red ever since, because the Blackwoods were unpredictable. Striking when you least expected it, I couldn't take chances. Tommy wanted to follow me down here, but I declined. He knew enough already, and I refused to be an open book, all because I was being a coward and afraid of meeting the Bl

CHAPTER THREE Lucas' POV I reclined in the driver's seat of my sleek black car, the leather upholstery cool against my skin as I watched the chaos unfolding from inside the strip club. Suddenly, a dark shadow darted out from the alleyway beside the strip club. No, not a shadow. Someone. Shirley McWood. My gaze flickered with amusement as I observed the woman's futile attempt to escape, her form stumbling awkwardly in the tight dress she wore. The light from the street lamps caught her bright red hair in a pretty fashion.

Valerie waited for Andre in the bedroom, lying down with her eyes closed but not being able to sleep. When Andre came back, he typed in the password and entered the safe house. Realizing that Valerie was likely sleeping in her room, he went into his, took off his clothes, and entered the bathroom. He felt happy as the water poured on his body, but he knew that his revenge would not be complete until he eventually caught Drew and had the Black Bull under his control. The sound of rushing water made Valerie open her eyes. She had a feeling that someone else was in the house, and she suddenly became scared.

I call for Lucifer, hoping that he can help me as he did before. “Just let yourself go, why do you fight?” it leaned down to me, grabbing the back of my neck. “Do you wish to survive?” mockingly ask me. It holds my naked body, looking me in the eyes. “You won't survive in the shadow house”. Its laugh pierced my ears, dread fell over me once again as he grips the back of my neck tighter. It turns around me still in his hand and walks out of the room. It drags my body across a cement hallway, my legs, and feet scraping across the floor. The sting of a fresh cut is the only feeling I have at the moment. He drops my body on the cold cement and walks away from me.

At first she was appalled that there were still kids like kira out in the woods, that she asked Kira to immediately take her and some other men down to where she used to live with the other kids. “Blood of Jesus” she had shouted when Kira had began the exciting task of leading them down the path that was supposed to take them to her home but the excitement quickly dampened when Kira soon realized that she didn’t know exactly which way led to home. From the interaction that had passed between Sister Geraldine and the mini army she had brought along, it seemed she was leading them to a bad forest that no one was supposed to ever enter. Sister Geraldine proceeded to pull Kira by the ear and yel

"Yeah, it's the holidays. Nobody wants to get dragged into a murder case." Jonathan clearly had no intention of letting things end there. He pulled out his phone and tapped into an e-commerce app. "I found his account. Just like I said, he's been stealing women's underwear and selling it online. It's disgusting." He deliberately angled the screen toward a few of the women nearby, and they were instantly outraged. "Wait, that's the lingerie I lost a few days ago!" Her husband immediately stepped forward and slammed his fist into my face. "You've got some nerve stealing my wife's underwear. I'll kill you!"

The Shaw residence wasn't far from here, as it was investments from Jeffrey and my fiancé, Ivor Rhett, that funded the research institute. To be closer to me, they even built two villas nearby, adjacent to each other. These were my two homes. But now, there was no place for me in either villa. When I arrived, the household staff were openly hostile, too. "Mr. Shaw has said that you are no longer part of the Shaw family. How do you still have the gall to show up here?" "Someone steals 20 years of someone else's life and still has the audacity to stick around."