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Kahit pa parang weird, hindi niya mapigilang sumang-ayon sa lalaki kaya hindi na siya nakaimik pa. Tinapik ni Lucas ang balikat niya. "The 'con' from 'con man' means confidence. Sa trabahong 'to, iyon ang puhunan natin. Fake it 'til you make it, ika nga. Lying is the name of the game, and confidence is power." Napangisi si Christelle sa paalala ng lalaki. "Naiintindihan ko. It really makes sense right now..."

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

' Officer Patrick tried to pull him to confess the truth. VC said, "believe me officer, I didn't kill my colleague, it was a small issue but it can't be a reason for killing someone... I was a little jealous of him because the President himself said, "he was the best," he confessed the truth. 'You're saying to me that you killed your colleague because of his early success?' Officer doubted him, again. 'Okay... Let me figure it out, b-but... If I found you guilty, you'll definitely beg me for your life... You understood, na?' "It's not what you are thinking, officer... Of course I'm not guilty," VC said and pointed to the door, as if saying get out from here.

Collins gulps loudly and looks down at his hands with a miserable frown. “TALK!” I yell out with a threatening growl. Collin flinches, his back slamming into the chair with fear. His body shudders, and his lips tremble. For a moment, his mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights. Frustrated, I pull back my fist and punch him in the face. Blood splatters down his chin, and his eyes roll to the back of his head before he sputters out. “All right…I-I-I…I was at a nearby bar, having drinks and minding my own business when Christoph walks in and takes a seat next to me. I swear I didn’t know who he was. He was an alright guy until he began asking

It was like I'd been cursed too—I was ready to protect the sisters at all costs. I lunged forward with the bottle. "Stop!" A commanding voice rang out! Colin froze, his eyes shifting from confusion to fear. Then, he stammered, "Y-you're not dead?" I turned around, just as shocked. Rachel, completely unharmed, was standing in the doorway! Behind her were Tracy and several police officers. "Colin Booth, we suspect you're involved in a case of bribery, embezzlement, and conspiracy to commit murder. Please come with us."

She was just like the old me, wasn't she? No matter how coldly she had been treated, she would still run after him like a hopeful puppy. The only difference was that I had confessed to him 143 times over the course of five years. As I carried my belongings into the cab, I received a text message from Aldric. "Let's have your 144th declaration tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you with the decorated car." I laughed before removing my SIM card and tossing it away. My luggage had been packed, and a one-way ticket to Eastmere had been booked.

I can't help breaking down. However, I take a grip on myself, breathing heavily. "The entire story I told him was a lie. Because I did it. I tried to sexually violate Christian Scott", I confess, releasing a deep breath that I was holding ever since I landed here. I can hear some people whispering and rambling but I don't understand what they are saying. They must be gossiping about me and my confession.

“Are you saying Conrad Basquire is a con man?” “Yes,” I said, holding my ground. “And I have a story to tell, a story the public deserves to know.” I began to recount my experiences. I told them about the lies, the fake foundation, the stolen money, the betrayal, and how Conrad had pushed me from the terrace, how he had suffocated me. “Wait,” someone shouted. “Are you saying he pushed you off a terrace and suffocated you to finish the job? That’s criminal!” “Yes,” I said, shaking my head. “And that foundation he ran? All lies. All a con to steal from investors and manipulate people. I believed in him once and i trusted him. I was wrong.”

Why couldn't he look at me when I was looking at him so desperately, ready to confess my love that I had buried for three long years! He took his time, but I didn't mind, as I wanted to keep my fingers inside his mouth, like forever... The whole thing probably lasted 2 seconds, but for me they were the best 2000000000 nanoseconds of my life. ******* A/N Hey Readers, How was that chapter? So, Misha had a surprise birthday party! Did feeding a cake to someone ever felt so erotic? Please read, vote and comment on the story and show your love. More updates coming your way soon.

No, this wasn’t right and she had to tell him. She had to confess what she’d been doing, thinking about him… Even if it meant he’d be disgusted. Jacob tilted his head slightly, a few strands of hair falling across his face as he studied her. “What is it, Mrs. Maddox?” he asked, pulling his hand back and waiting patiently. Seraphina bit her bottom lip, her eyes flickering away as she took a shaky breath. And despite the fear, she forced the words out. “I… I’m sorry, Jacob. I’ve been doing something bad. I…”