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For a moment, he just stares at me, breathing heavily, like he’s holding back words he isn’t ready to say. Then he exhales sharply and pulls his phone from his pocket. “Fine,” he says through gritted teeth. “If you won’t take my word for it, maybe you’ll believe this.” Confused, I watch as he taps the screen a few times before shoving it toward me. An article fills the display, the headline screaming at me in bold black letters “CHAD Woods UNDER INVESTIGATION FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER.” My breath catches. My vision blurs as I read the subtext, my knees nearly buckling beneath me. It details a night I know all too well.

It was confusing to her she thought they could drive there, Nicole was not ready to walk, “I imagined we would drive to the place,” she uttered. “How do you intend on driving to a river in the middle of the woods, expect you know something I don’t,” he told her sarcastically, “are you scared of the woods?” he asked Nicole. “why would I ever be? It was just a thought,” she explained. “I could not see any river in view so it seems quite a distance from here, moreover how did you ever even find it? Like what in the world were you looking for in these woods that dragged you deep inside,” Nicole asked.

I was too desperate for it all to be over to even consider changing my mind. I stayed there in the darkness for as long as I dared. Hoping it was long enough for him to have sensed me and for him to make his way to me. I barely even entered the woods, bouncing up the trunks of a pair of trees about a meter inside. Seating myself on one of the uppermost branches, just undercover enough to avoid detection. Dog whistle in one hand and open water bottle in the other, ready to deal with my uncle once and for all. I felt bad for lying to everyone about my plan, but it was for the best. Dealing with Marcus myself was the safest option for everyone, and if I failed, then they would be ready to finis

He was definitely not just a mere homeless man. Jate Woods apathetically replied, "My identity is unimportant. What's more important is for the Styles and the Miller families to personally apologize to me." Billyman stared at Jate Woods who had an imposing presence. He suddenly recalled something and managed to guess who Jate Woods was. He blurted, "I know who you are! Few people in the country can trash me, and there are even fewer who can do it effortlessly. If I am not wrong, you are from the Woods of the North, the Woods family!" His words made Mask and Jimmy Miller scared out of their wits. 'So Jate Woods was from the Woods family! Oh dear, both our families have offended a god-like bac

Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying secrets older than the town itself. Together, Elias and Maris began to unravel the tangled legacy of WildWood — a legacy that would challenge everything they thought they knew about their families, their town, and the ancient darkness waiting just beneath the surface. ———— Elias pulled up a creaking chair and motioned for Maris to sit across from him. The fading light through the dusty window cast long shadows across the worn journal, their faces half-lit and half-hidden by the gathering dusk.

She had so many sales girls and was constantly firing and recruiting new girls that it was very difficult for anyone to keep track of faces in Madame Maureen's boutique. During the first days that Kira was still coming from the convent to set up the salon, madame Maureen in her quest to find out kira’s story had managed to turn herself into a nuisance to kira, and even to Sr Geraldine who would always come by to check kira’s progress from time to time. It was clear to everyone who had eyes to see that Madame Maureen didn’t care about kira or where she came from. The only thing that held the fat woman’s attention was her trying to make sure that kira wasn’t there to sell anything that would

she said. I nodded at her once more and she flashed me a smile before closing the door behind her. I slumped on my bed again with a sigh. My mind was engulfed by the incident in the woods. I had to get out of my mind and focus. The last thing I wanted was for Lauren to notice how lost I am. Today was just my first day in Winstonville and it was more enthralling than it had been in Washington. Maybe moving to this town wasn’t bad after all. I stood up from my bed and headed into the shower.

“That’s him.” Nathan Blackwood. I recognized that face instantly. CEO of Blackwood Industries, headquartered in New York. The man was always in the news. His face was plastered all over the business magazines I loved to read. He was tall, like his cousin, Julian—handsome, with the kind of presence that commanded attention, even in a photograph. And his fiancée—Kimberly—she looked exactly like me. I swiped back to her picture with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in confusion and disbelief.

Ama was contemplating an effective way to gain access to the Blackwoods mansion. Mr. Reynolds had already given her a file containing everything she needed to know about the family, and she had spent all of last night reviewing it and conducting her own research. The Blackwoods came from old money, which they gained from their construction business, and talent for creating unique art pieces. Which have aided them in their money laundering.

" Ned swallow and left the room,leaving Stuart to drown in his anger. ____________________ Stuart woke up early,his mom on the bed with him,she insist on staying with him till jang Lau or whoever she called comes,the things that happened the other day still surprised him,from the accident to the beating, to his wound healing,it excites him but not more than it scares him,Stuart grouchily stood up from bed when his door open. "Hey brother"Stuart glare at the intruder" I'm here to tell you no need to pack"Stuart breath in relief "cause I already ordered your set of clothes there" "What's your problem exactly Ned?"He said in a low voice as to not wake his mom up"I already packed my bag and you'