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I avoided his grasp and said indifferently, "Stop pretending. I heard everything about how you and Lisa plotted the fake amnesia." Meeting the chill in my eyes, Anthony knew he couldn't hide it anymore. He dropped the act, his face darkening. "I did it because you're biased against Lisa and always suppress her. I had no choice but to use this method! You don't know—while you were gone, Lisa managed the company very well." I sneered. "Managed it well? Or hid things well? Do you know that the deadline for the Gollux Corp project is today?" Anthony went blank and immediately turned to look at Lisa.

Her bucket of lies and excuses is never empty. She walked slowly to where Mom was standing and put her hand around her shoulders. “Mom, it's nothing serious. There's this girl in my class who's trying to come between me and Elena. She's been spreading lies between us,” Cara lied. Mom wasn't pleased with what she heard. “Then report her to the school authorities, she can't be spreading lies between you too and you don't do anything about it,” she said, her face etched with worry. Cara just kept staring at me, daring me to say anything concerning Ryan to Mom. Mom likes him, but I'm not ready to bring anybody to her as my boyfriend, not even Ryan Blackwoods who happens to be fake-dating me.

Then Colin hired someone to kill her, making it look like a car accident. The twist was that Rachel had known all about it and even bribed the driver! It was a classic case of the hunter becoming the hunted. Now it all made sense. I knew such a good thing wouldn't have just fallen into my lap for no reason. I sighed and closed my eyes, letting the silence take over. The two sisters just stood there quietly, watching me. Finally, I spoke up. "I'm actually really curious... Does this whole curse and voodoo thing really exist?"

And there she was. Claire Morrison. Draped in shadows and firelight. Cross-legged before a dying hearth, pistol limp in one hand. Blood slicked her collarbone. Her face was carved from pain, one cheek puckered from a healing burn. Her left arm twisted unnaturally. But her eyes... God, her eyes burned like coal beneath ice. "You came," she said, voice frayed, teeth bloodstained. "Of course you came." "You tried to put a bullet through the woman I love," I said. "That guarantees a response."

It was a nice house but as we walked past rooms and halls I could see that it was lacking financially. How many more lies, Andre? Thinking about him broke my heart because I didn’t know what to think. Just last night we confessed our love to each other and found comfort and pleasure in our bodies. What was he hiding even then? Why wouldn’t he tell me? Even though my heart fought hard against my doubt it felt like everything was a lie. He and Carla – if her name is Carla at all, had it all planned. The ease with which I was taken out of school shows careful planning. Also, since we arrived here at Andre’s house there have been a group of people coming and going downstairs, talking in hushed t

Her attitude was truly like a key witness in a high-profile case. "Stop acting weird, Carol! It's not funny!" James crossed his arms over his chest. Carol sighed in frustration. "I'm not joking, Brother!" she insisted. "Alright. Now, try to tell us what really happened, Miss Carol?" Carol began to regulate her breathing, trying to calm herself before speaking. "Actually, Mahya was investigating a corruption case in Seno Adhijaya's company. And, it's related to his ex-wife, Lara." "How so? I also don't understand why Lara suddenly divorced from Seno?"

“ She smiled and approached the young woman, the cameraman focused on her fully, they were surrounded by journalists but she was not intimidated. The name was familiar. Somewhere he had seen it, but could not remember where. Then, as if by magic wand, he remembered where he had heard about a journalist named Carola. Carola Roghe. She did a fairly lengthy and perfunctory article about her wedding day getaway. It seemed that the information of their breakup was made public immediately, almost the same night that she left. Carola Roghe was the author of that despicable and offensive article. "Does he entertain himself by getting into where they call him?" Asking hurtful questions? "The truth hu

Maria Noether replied harshly: "You are being deceived by Carina Morales. She slept with an unknown man at a bar. Such a promiscuous girl is not suitable for you.” Tyler Roth laughed: "Who I am suitable for is not something you can say. Moreover..." He grinned: "The strange man at that bar... is me." "Huh?" Maria Noether was dazed, his eyes wide with surprise: "You said... you are the man who accompanied Carina Morales?" "How is it possible?" She quickly shook her head: "Tyler Roth... you... you..." Tyler Roth continued: "The person who informed Cariana's sister is also you. Right? You are her best friend, you also want to cooperate with her to bully my fiancee. Maria Noether, do you think I

When she finished, silence crashed down. “What is the meaning of this?” I growled, glaring at Carol. I didn’t care that she was Lizzie’s mother. This woman had walked into our space carrying a bomb. Now I'd treat her accordingly. “I… I don’t know,” Carol stammered, looking genuinely shaken. “I brought it here to confirm if it was true. Don’t worry—my husband didn’t see it.” Lizzie tore the letter to shreds in one violent motion, pieces fluttering to the floor like confetti from hell. She grabbed the stack of photos and shot to her feet.

I continued, telling her what I had seen. “What?” she asked, not clear what I was saying. “That is not possible. I knew Cara and her parents,” Carson stated, sounding doubtful himself. “I can only tell you what I saw. I have no idea any other details,” I admitted. “She is lying, Carson. Can’t you see? She wants you for herself. She has done some type of voodoo on you!” the woman cries, looking to Carson.