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I repeated into the phone and said, "My wife, Gwen Everett, claimed to be on a classified business trip tonight, but it turns out that she was having a secret rendezvous with someone at a hotel, and she also rejected the internal surveillance call. "Thus, I suspect that she has defected." Anton went silent over the phone for a long time. Finally, he said, "Please stay where you are and protect yourself, Dr. Hopkins. We will be there in a minute." I hung up and quietly watched the monitor. Gwen was completely panicking now. She abandoned Deacon Hopkins, my younger brother, and rushed out of the hotel as quickly as she could. Meanwhile, Deacon called out behind her in confusion. "Gwen! Where a

Third POV Gwen Astray was the perfect woman—kind, compassionate, and hardworking. A typical human living decently in the eyes of society. She’d been through one tragedy or another in her short life, the greatest, being the death of her beloved husband, ruled out as death by electrocution, even though nothing about Christian Astray’s death suggested that. The evidence should have been enough to pinpoint a suspect at least. But vampires were newly accepted into society, you see—one couldn’t have news like this leaking out to the public.

“Since you’ve already decided… Why are you asking my opinion now?” “Weston…” Chris looked at him and then probed, “You’ll still marry Gwen, won’t you? After all, she’s the only woman you’ve had by your side after all these years.” Then, he suddenly paused before adding, “That woman named Stella has already died from falling off a building. No matter what kind of past you had with her, it’s time to let go.” Weston abruptly clenched his fists and his gaze became frightening. … Inside the ward, Stella had lost count of how many times she had woken up. She stared up at the ceiling with her eyes feeling dry and came to accept the fact that she had survived.

he whispers, his focus unbroken as he notices Gwen proudly revealing a newly marked burning arm, a sight that makes his eyes narrow in the realization that she's about to do something daring. "Thank you for your kind attention. I'm Gwen Stacy, the sole daughter of a devoted father who raised me well but departed as soon as he believed I could survive in this harsh, callous world. And I'm here, without any grievances," she announces with a proud smile, striding towards the stage's edge. "This night is truly special, isn't it?" she remarks. "Of course it is, but how would you know, being a servant?" guest jeers, mocking her audacity.

Third POV Gwen Astray was the perfect woman—kind, compassionate, and hardworking. A typical human living decently in the eyes of society. She’d been through one tragedy or another in her short life, the greatest, being the death of her beloved husband, ruled out as death by electrocution, even though nothing about Christian Astray’s death suggested that. The evidence should have been enough to pinpoint a suspect at least. But vampires were newly accepted into society, you see—one couldn’t have news like this leaking out to the public.

It stops when its eyes get to Gwen, she takes a fearful step back as it won't stop looking. “My… loyalty is to my…” A gunshot goes off and the rogue falls to the ground. Dead. Gwen. She killed it. The gun is still in her hand. Her chest heaving up and down. “He was scaring me with the way it looked to me.”

The crowd listened with sweat breaking out on their backs. No one expected Gwendolyn to do something so insane. No wonder the police showed up. Someone asked again, "What about Nicholas?" "Nicholas? He was hacked to death by Gwendolyn. Stabbed over and over. They say he died with his eyes still open. The whole room was covered in blood. Even the forensic team couldn't piece his body back together." The speaker clicked their tongue, as if arriving at some great truth.

She roughly skimmed through the news regarding Well Spring Pharma and Chuck. Then, she sent a message to Gwen. "Gwen, Chuck Jensen is dead." Chuck's death was also considered payback for Gwen. Although Yvonne hadn't been able to contact Gwen all this while, she knew that the latter would surely see the message. Unexpectedly, Gwen replied to her. "Hmm. I saw." It was just a few simple words, but Yvonne was unspeakably moved. She could sense Gwen's relief through her message. When Yvonne looked out of the window once more, she was feeling much more relaxed.

Before I could retract my legs, they were gripped by one of these godforsaken things, and I was tossed hard against the ground. I bit my lip to prevent the groan from escaping, but my hand never abandoned the white orb that kept glowing. I threw my dagger sharply, and it aimed perfectly at his chest. He soon turned pale and dropped dead on the ground. The remaining two came at me again. I was up on my feet, pulling my dagger from the dead man's chest. They were almost on top of me. Before I could attack, their hearts jumped from their chests. My eyes stared in horror at the new cavity in their chests. I turned around and saw Gwen. She tossed away the bloody organs of those men that were in h

she was so looking forward to it. ______________________ ______________________ "She is a kind of...eccentric," Gwen said to Caroline and Hazel the next morning... they had to go to the southern coven, but she wanted to explain to them how things were there before they left... Their leader wasn't someone to be messed with... "Good way or bad way," Hazel asked, and Gwen sighed deeply... "Both," She responded... "She might not be too welcoming to the both of you, so please let me do the talking," Gwen said, and they nodded... Gwen sighed deeply, took the knife out of her pocket and started to recite a spell as she sliced her wrist, and her blood started to spill on the ground... she used her b