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I said. He looked at me steadily. "I know you are Elena," he said. "I am not here to present the case again. The investigation has returned results that I want you to know about." I waited. "The hospital records," he said. "From the facility on the airport road. There was an admission the night of the crash. An unidentified woman, presented by a third party, admitted under the name Aria Vale, a name with no prior documentation that my team could find existing anywhere before that admission date." He kept his voice level, factual, not pressing the emotion of it. "The person who arranged the admission, who provided the name and signed the initial paperwork, was Julian Hale."

She came home drunk in the middle of the night and lay alone on the cold floor of the empty house. I ran to the room to grab a blanket for her, but my hands passed through everything. Powerless, I could only lie quietly beside her and listen to her painful breathing and intermittent sleep-talking. My heart sank again and again. I couldn't figure out how Helen had ended up living like this. Daniel didn't come home until noon the next day. Helen acted as if nothing had happened and exchanged a few words with him, asking about Mason's condition.

I didn't feel it. All I could think about was Maya. Where was she? Had anyone decent given her a coat? She missed her meds. If the nerve pain hit, how bad would it get? Five long minutes later, the thick stack—over thirty pages—finally finished printing. I reached for the stack, but Winnie slapped her hand over it. "What's the rush? I haven't organized it yet." She lifted the papers and tapped them on the desk. Tap. Tap. Tap. Slow. Deliberate.

"Then answer it." A long exhale on the other end. "Cole. Listen to me carefully, because I'm not going to say this twice, and I need you to actually hear it." A pause. "It's too late to outmaneuver her today. Too late to expose her, too late to move pieces into position, too late to go to the press or the lawyers or anyone else. She has a thirty-minute window, and she's already inside it." Cole's hand tightened on the desk.

"I am so sorry to bring this to you so early, but we have a situation with the front desk security team." I paused at my desk, setting my designer handbag down with a sigh. "Let me guess. Leon Halefield didn't take the hint from my security detail yesterday." "Worse, Madame," Elodie said, opening the folder and handing me the document inside. "He didn't try to force his way in this time. According to the night guards, he was spotted lurking outside the building at dawn. He somehow managed to slip this urgent, revised contract proposal under the front doors of the main building before the lobby officially opened for the morning shift. It's a completely new draft."

When I'm eight, my younger sister, Rachel Gaffney, unplugs the battery powering my artificial heart so she can charge her phone. By the time Mom and Dad find me, my skin has turned blue, and I'm barely breathing. The doctors save my life, but I'm left with serious health problems that never go away. After that, Rachel might as well be invisible to Mom and Dad. They stop smiling at her and barely speak to her. All their time and attention go to me instead. Dad takes a job overseas just to pay for the monthly maintenance on my artificial heart, while Mom quits her job to stay by my side around the clock. She even fasts one day a week, praying that I'll be given more time. I may never be he

"We already talked about this. I was tired. I slipped up. Why are you bringing this up now, after such a perfect night?" "Because I found the paper, Damian." I walked over to the laundry bin. My heart was thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird. I reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the crumpled reservation. I threw it on the unmade bed. Then, I pulled out the strip of condoms. They looked small and ugly against the white sheets. "Chicago," I whispered, pointing at the paper. "A hotel room in Chicago. On our anniversary. And these? We haven’t used these in five years.

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi

Half a month had passed since I last saw him, so I already missed him dearly. However, as soon as I arrived at the airport, I ran into Quinton and Zachary. They both had sullen expressions, but their faces lit up immediately when they saw me. "Mom! I knew you would come! Are those tarts for me? Thank you for these!" Zachary eagerly snatched the box from my hand. Quinton said coldly, "I told you the deadline was before three o'clock. Do you know what time it is right now? You should learn a thing or two from Lynn when it comes to timeliness!"

Not Nathan’s penthouse, I found that place cold and distant now. The call came late that night. Vivian—a table girl at the Elite casino. Also, my friend. Her voice sounded hesitant. “Emily… check social media. There’s a post. A new account.” My stomach dropped. I opened the app. Searched. Found it. A newly created account. One photo. Nathan, in his tuxedo, standing beside a woman in white. Chloe. The caption: You are mine forever. I stared. My vision blurred. I told myself to breathe, to be rational. But it was hard.