Novel & Cerita The One That Got Away

“Where is Adele?” The guard outside the room went pale. “Mrs. Alberti... she got away.” Jonathan’s head snapped toward him. “Got away?” He seized the man by the collar. “I told you to watch her. How the hell did she get away?” Within moments, the entire estate was thrown into chaos. Every exit was sealed, while Jonathan’s men began searching the ports, airports, and major roads leading out of the area. Ten minutes later, one of his men received a call, and the color drained from his face.

### Part II – The Vengeance (Dylan’s POV) I was buried in paperwork in my office when that damned phone rang—a shrill, insistent sound that cut through the morning quiet like shattered glass. I barely glanced at the caller ID; I knew trouble when it barked at me. I answered with a terse, “Dylan,” expecting another routine update. Instead, a distorted, mocking voice sneered through the line, “Your little runaways thought they could slip away unnoticed. They’re with Victor now—taken. And don’t bother calling for help. They’re all yours to lose.” Before I could press for more, the line went dead.

I searched for Given with my eyes worried that they might not have been the men who got that moron. When I didn’t see him, I took long strides to get into the warehouse. I saw him standing in the middle with his back on me. “Please tell me you are the one who got the moron who escaped from the mafia.” He turned to look at me with a serious expression and just as I was about to sigh in defeat.

“Oh… pagpag.” “Pagpag,” Akira seconded. “A 7-Eleven, of all places to leave ghosts behind.” “Has anyone researched why this is always the go-to place for dusting the dead off?” Nate asked with a laugh, but stopped himself when he noticed Akira still staring at the racks. “Yeah… no…” Akira trailed off, absorbing about two percent of what Nate said. She glanced back and forth between shelves, and eventually decided against herself and pulled out her wallet.

Well, I guess there's no point in waiting anymore. I undress and dive into my bed, face buried in the feather pillows. I guess I should check for other possible business partners. I fall asleep with the only idea of finding a way to get to the so wanted award. "Whiskey producer No.1" *** Half of my Thursday passes in calls and online meetings. I wake up and start calling. I am determined to start selling inside the States and will do everything to achieve it. But so far I have almost zero success. People gently tell me to get lost. I lost the number of times I've heard "We'll think about it" ; "I have to talk it through with the board" and "I don't think it'll work out". I called what I beli

"Shh child we are here for you. We have made the arrangements within an hour the two of you will be discharged and we will send your parents back to the moon goddess." I get a mind link from Sam. Just go with it for now. Dean is aware of the situation, and we are working on a plan to get you out to his pack. "Thank you aunty Annebelle." Within the hour Sam and I were discharged, and we went to the pack house at the back the omegas had done a lovely job regards to funeral arrangements. Goddess, I know what awaits me if I stay in this pack, please moon goddess help me escape.

The last thing I remembered is when someone received a call from the person whom they called “ boss! “ **** “ What?! Why am'l in an auction? And why the hell would someone pay five million just to buy me?! “ -Demonise De Villa “ Honey… Do you know that you can drive, without a license and a car? “ -Fergus De Villa

I wanted a way to escape the hotel room Before I could think too long, I stepped out of the suite and walked through the hotel lobby. I walked down the sidewalk as i tried to let my thoughts fade away. If only I had made different choices last night. If only I hadn’t gone to the bar. But what was done was done. I couldn’t change the past. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, my heart racing again. Another missed call from that unknown number.i don't remember giving my number out to anyone at the bar, not even Ancelotti so why does this unknown number keeps calling me ?

You were asleep when I got back last night" "Did you plan on telling me about this?" She spread jam on the bread. "No...I don't know. Everything is just so...frustrating" she groaned again. "So what are you going to do now?" "Damage control. Some investors would want to back out not wanting any scandal attached to them. We'll have to salvage what we can, I'll call PR and..." her phone rang "Hunter." "Good morning. I just saw the news" "I don't know how it happened. It just did"

“We may leave empty handed but at least we leave with our lives tonight, thanks to Lyric.” “Empty handed?” I question, looking around for my father’s seal but not finding it. “We lost the translation and letters. Failed to retrieve them.” Mike scowls as I search around some more hoping to find the ring and chain. I laugh. “I didn’t lose anything.” Shaking my head from side to side. “He who have little faith.” We walked out of the nightmare of the bar, leaving the club and bank behind. The street outside is quiet in its darkness, and I lead Mike over to the side of the building where, hopefully, the bag I dropped down from inside was just behind the outside vent.