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Even the safe-house. “They’ve been watching us,” Juliette murmured. She stepped forward, eyes drawn to a large board cluttered with red thread and pinned photos. Damon. Juliette. Evelyn. Mason. But all lines pointed to the center—a photo of Celeste. Beneath it, in red ink, a second name had been circled. Lucian Black. Juliette’s stomach dropped. She knew that name. Lucian Black had been an enforcer for Damon’s father — a ghost rumored to have disappeared after a bloody corporate coup. The kind of man who knew how to make people disappear.

“To the editors of The Capital Gazette, You’ve been running stories about Hannah Black — false stories. But what if I told you there’s someone closer to the Blacks with a secret much bigger than anything you’ve written? The truth is, Lily Black is not a true Black. She’s the daughter of the family driver, Mr. Gabriel. She was switched intentionally by her father, Mr. Gabriel after birth the same day with Hannah Black, and he had taken Hannah Black to the orphanage. Lily has known this truth for a long time but has chosen act oblivious and even after Hannah Black returned back, Lily had done everything in her power to bring Hannah Black down. Perhaps this explains her resentment and obsession

William was about to answer when her phone suddenly rang. Seeing the unfamiliar number, Liz frowned slightly. She glanced at William. “I’m going to take this call.” “Alright.” She walked out into the hallway with her phone and answered. Mandy’s cold voice came through. “Liz, did you go begging Grandma? Is that why she pressured Dad to cancel the partnership with Henderson Corporation?!” Hearing her sharp, accusing tone, Liz’s expression immediately turned cold.

"Let's get ready for a fun night." Liz cleaned the smeared makeup and finished getting ready. When she was ready, she looked amazing. I told her, "Look at you, my hot bestie. Let's get to the bar." Liz hugged me. Like everything else this weekend, I can't explain the bond between Liz and me. I liked her, I cared about her, and I wanted to protect her. We hurried off to the bar at the awards. We were two drinks in when I asked her, "Which one is your father?" Liz pointed him out. He was about six feet tall with blonde hair, like hers. I got the attraction. He was a handsome and distinguished looking man. I told Liz, "I think you should go for it."

“And for your information, I might be middle-aged, but I’m still a catch.” “What about Dad? He—” “Your father is dead, Liz! He’s been gone for years.” “He was killed by a vampire! And now you want to marry one?!” “God! Enough, Liz. Please.” She clearly had no intention of listening. Without another word, she stormed upstairs and shut her door. That night, I tried digging deeper into Damien’s background again—but came up with just as little as before. The man was practically a ghost. And what was available felt too… perfectly crafted. This wasn’t paranoia. Something was up.

“My father pushed an experimental painkiller through the hospital for profit. Some patients had catastrophic reactions. A few died. I tried to stop it… but he covered everything up. Your crash wasn’t random. You saw one of their transport vans that night. That’s why they’re coming after you.” A new call came in while we were eating dinner. I put it on speaker with trembling hands. “Richard Black sends his regards,” the distorted voice said coldly. “Stay away from his son… or we’ll make sure you do.” Ethan snatched the phone, his voice like ice. “Tell my father I’m done playing his games. If he comes after Lila again, I’ll burn everything down.” The line went dead. I curled against his chest,

Both Joanna and Lizzy knew that Tisha was coming and was certainly going to make trouble for them so they had Kingston lend them his bodyguards as well as all the substances they used on both Stewart and Tisha with the assurance that at the end, Kingston would get Tisha all to himself and Lizzy would be at his beck and call. As Lizzy thought about everything that happened, she realized that if Tisha carried out an autopsy on her father, the cause of death would be discovered and her mum would spend the rest of her life in jail. She could not let that happen. She knew without a doubt that Row had the ability to help her but she just could not keep doing what he wanted. It was too difficult fo

“Liz. Don’t you think she’s a bit familiar? I think she’s the daughter of Rizzo. The one who was said to be linked with Lucas Heirta.” Looking carefully at her, Lizzie smirked when she remembered that aface, she saw in the news. It’s indeed her. Eve Rizzo. The one who dared to claim that she had a relationship with Lucas Heirta. A man that since coming out of the public had drawn a lot of attention and desire from many women in the city. “The one with a bastard son?!” Lizzie blurted, followed by a short laugh. And that’s when Eve’s face turned sour.

--- Elizabeth actually burst out in laughter and Alicia, for a minute there, almost lost her self confidence but she pulled on her act effortlessly. "The mistress?" Elizabeth walked towards her until she was right in front of her. "You are my husband second woman? You didn't think of anyone else to lie about but my family? Who paid you to do this?" Alicia frowned. "I wasn't paid to do this, it's the truth." "I can throw you in jail for trying to blackmail my husband if you do not leave my home this instant!" "Blackmail? You don't know me Elizabeth. I wouldn't just come in here to lie to you for some cash. Why don't you ask your husband instead? Twenty-three years back he was involved with me

She gestures to the white couch. "Just answer the question, Liza." "I don't know where this question is coming from, I know just as much as you do. Mark had his own kids to take care of." Liza feigns confusion. "Stop, just stop with lies, it's not like there's anything to lose if you say the truth." For Liza she had everything to lose, she could lose Xander. "Okay fine," Liza throws her hands up in frustration, "Your dad's BFF was trying to take the company from under your nose with his nice man act. He claims to be teaching you the ropes but he was planning something. I sensed it and I took care of it."