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Roger taunted, and Destiny feared the look in his eyes. "Roger, please, I promise to be a…" Tonia was saying when her throat was slit. No one saw from where Roger got the knife, and the horrifying sight caused Destiny to scream. "Roger, you monster!" Roger smiled. "She escaped when she was meant to die. I’m just making sure she doesn’t escape this time," he said casually, as Tonia’s lifeless body tilted, blood dripping, staining the lavish leather seat. Destiny was in great pain. What a wasted investment. “Okay, Roger, since you killed her, can you let me go?”

He took three steps forward, leapt in the air, and planted a hard kick with both feet right on Roger’s chest, sending him flying across the room and crashing into the wall. Before Roger could get up, Kyle was already on top of him, choking him. Kyle felt Roger’s energy, and he could feel that Roger was one of the old ones. A vampire so old that his strength had greatly diminished. Kyle outmatched him, and knew he could kill him easily. He was going to enjoy torturing him. Slowly. Kyle saw a sudden movement of Roger’s hand, a flash of something yellow, and before he could react, he realized. Roger had just snuck a suicide pill into his own mouth.

Dantley said softly. Erlyn obeyed and Dantley walked away, but their steps stopped when Mrs. Rogers came in with drinks and pastries, she put the tray on the table and looked at what was happening, she felt worried about her son who was standing there stiffly. Everyone was silent, then the police chief said, "So this is the end, we know who committed this crime, let's Keanu Rogers," Sami said, he stepped towards Keanu and was about to handcuff Keanu's hands. Sandra was gaping, while Mrs. Rogers was still standing stiffly and trying to digest what had happened. Daniel looked up at Mrs. Rogers and noticed her coming.

He went ahead and opened the gate for him. Rogers came into the house and parked his car. He walked towards the house and rang the doorbell. The head maid came and opened for him. “Am sorry to knock at the door this late but I am here for Mr Brighton. I am Rogers, a police officer at the Water spring station, is he in? I would like you to call him,” Rogers said in an authoritative tone. “ No need to be here,”Brighton said as he came down stairs followed by Alicia who could show a sense of nervousness in her eyes.

“Tell me what it is and I'll tell you if it's bad or not.” That's when he told me . I slammed my hands on the table and stood up. “What did you say?” Roger took a step back. ”I-i said Tom was found dead at the border of his pack with his head cut off.” Tom was dead.. I still couldn't understand what I was hearing . Roger asked to be excused and I dismissed him. “Wait, call Nora for me on your way out." What was I going to do now? And how was I going to handle this?

We left without my chauffeur, taking my car to the station. At the station, the air was heavy with the smell of stale coffee and paper. A lone detective sat behind a cluttered desk, sipping from a chipped mug. He looked up as we approached. “Ms. Harrington,” he said with a smirk. “Didn’t expect to see you back here so soon.” I ignored his tone, placing the tablet and flash drive on the desk in front of him. “I have evidence,” I said firmly. “Gabriel Moretti is behind the murders of Roy, Cassandra, Diana, and now his own wife, Emmanuella. Watch this.”

Squinting my eyes in contemplation, I seize this opportunity to ask, "Does he have any rivals?" Roger's expression shifts quickly, and he hesitates before answering, "Um, no, Ms. Knight. Not that." With my arms still folded across my chest, I assert, "I know everything, Roger. I witnessed him murdering that man last night and concealing the body in the wine barrel." Beads of sweat form on his forehead, betraying his guilt. "Um, Miss... you can't tell anyone, please," he pleads. Striking a deal, I insist on knowing all the details.

More than anything, Roger hated that he couldn’t openly acknowledge his son as part of the York family. Once the divorce was final and he married Carrie, his son would no longer have to live in the shadows. Just then, the doorbell rang sharply. Roger frowned. Who would come looking for him this late? He didn’t think much of it. What he had done that night should have been impossible for anyone to discover. Victor hadn’t even had time to call for help before his car disappeared into the river. Roger opened the front door to find an unfamiliar man standing outside. “What do you want?” he snapped.

But Roger was trying his best to hold Jacob back, but his foot suddenly slipped. "Let go, Roger!" Jacob hissed, his voice full of panic. "I have to do this! You don't understand!" "I understand that you're not a murderer, Jacob!" Roger grunted, his muscles straining. "Don't let her turn you into a monster! Think about your wife! She wouldn't want this!" "She wants to live!" Jacob screamed and gave a violent shove, trying to twist the dagger toward Jamie. Roger threw his whole body forward to block the path and he was determined to keep Jamie safe, even if it cost him his life. They tumbled against the edge of the ambulance door, the sharp blade moving wildly between them.

Even though he made me angry as well. "There's something else," Professor Rogers said slowly. "Something I need to tell you." I opened my eyes. "What?" He leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper. "The accident. The one Henry was in. It wasn't random." I felt my blood run cold. "What are you talking about?" He paused. "I think the accident was deliberate. A message. Or maybe a warning." My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear my own thoughts. "You're saying someone tried to kill Henry?"