The Blackwell Ghost True Story Romane & Geschichten

She asked with a steady voice. There was no going back now. Briefly closing her eyes and opening them back up, Belinda took a deep breath. She went on to narrate to the widow all she'd encountered in that pitch-black space as she'd had her wolf forcefully drawn out of her. She told Ellie of the creepy people in black robes, with their faces covered by hoods and an odd symbol at their backs, and the bloody scene she'd been unable to understand. Ellie listened attentively, never taking her eyes off the younger woman. She never interrupted, occasionally nodding to show she was comprehending everything. Once Belinda was done with her tale, she leaned back into her seat and sighed. "I really don'

She sent a message to my phone, and—just as expected—she got a reply. "Alice, I saw Belle's corpse today," Grayson said quietly. At those words, Alice's wine glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. "Grayson, what—what are you talking about? She's alive and well." Her voice cracked, louder than necessary, and perhaps a little too defensive. "Alice," Grayson's voice was suddenly cold, "Belle was always good to you. Why would you do this to her?" He didn't even seem like the same person anymore. In a flash, Grayson lunged at Alice, his hands gripping her throat with the kind of force that made her eyes roll back in her head. She almost suffocated under his grasp.

"What's going on? Does Mr. Blackwell not care about Mrs. Blackwell anymore?" The housekeepers whispered among themselves until Evan's secretary, Gale Larson, chuckled. "It's not that Mr. Blackwell doesn't care about Mrs. Blackwell anymore. It's because the real lady of the Blackwell family is back. If Ms. Harroway hadn't insisted on studying abroad and if she hadn't dumped Mr. Blackwell right before she left, he wouldn't have been so devastated that he traveled the world looking for a substitute. "Mrs. Blackwell still has no idea that Mr. Blackwell was the one who approached her father back then. He only wanted her because she resembled Ms. Harroway. They might've called it a marriage allian

"I know about the Black Site. And I know you were the one who told Lorenzo to trigger the Blood Clause. You didn't save me from the fire, Dante. You were the match." I paused, leaning my head against the cold cell wall. "You told me ghosts aren't real. Well, you were right. Because the girl who trusted you is dead. You killed her in that quarry. Now, all that’s left is The Ghost. And a ghost doesn't stay in a cage." I slammed the laptop shut, killing the signal. Less than thirty seconds later, I heard the heavy thud of boots in the hallway. The electronic lock hissed, and the door swung open so hard it hit the wall.