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"W-We were worried you would be nervous on your first night home! We were just joking to help you relax." Gillian and Keith nodded repeatedly. "Yes! That's right! The joke was poorly timed. We'll be more careful in the future!" I smiled, switched the stun gun back on, and shocked all three of them again. "Still lying, huh? I already know who the real heiress is." Orson forced a strained smile. "What are you talking about? The heiress is obviously you." "The DNA test proved it. There's no doubt about that." "Hurry up and untie us. Stop messing around, alright?"

I slipped sideways immediately, shrugging out from under his grip and putting a full step of distance between us. “No thanks,” I said firmly. “I don’t think so.” Most men would have taken the hint. They would’ve backpedaled, laughed it off, swallowed the rejection. But Tatum wasn’t most men. He just grinned wider, eyes glittering with challenge. “Why’s that?” The lie came easily. “Because I’m pregnant.” It slipped out smooth and well practiced, almost believable even to my own ears. If I hadn’t been the one speaking, I might have believed it myself.

more times than I could count. “I’ve never been more sure,” I whispered. Afterward, we lay tangled in each other, skin against skin, heart against heart. And then.. we did something stupid. Beautiful. Binding. We made a blood covenant. A small cut on the finger. A drop exchanged. A vow sealed. “I swear I’ll never leave you,” he said, forehead pressed to mine. “Not in this life. Not in any other.” I swore it too. But words are fragile things. Two weeks later, his father found out. About us. About me. About the future Kenneth had dared to imagine that didn’t involve politics, privilege, or a wife chosen at some black-tie dinner.

It was ten o’clock, and Bruce was still at the office. He had just gotten the email with the newest most wanted. He read each profile slowly, committing it to memory. Aaron R. Stokes had dark blond, curly hair and blue eyes. He was five-foot-seven and weighed a hundred and fifty-seven pounds. The last known job he had was eight years ago as a waiter in the Keys. Nine years ago, he had been arrested for money laundering and running a prostitution ring. Anthony Wayne Mandel had a box afro, clean shaven, and he weighed a hundred and forty-two pounds. He had been arrested for possession at the age of eighteen. He served four years for it. A few years later, he was found in contempt of court and

I walked over to the reception desk and took a sheet of paper and a pen. A flash of triumph lit Sophia’s eyes. Noah had stopped crying too. He peeked at me through his fingers, and I caught the faintest curl of a smile at the corner of his mouth. I wrote a few lines, signed my name, and handed the paper to Sophia. “Happy now?” She snatched it from me. The moment she read it, her face changed. “Lucas, you tricked me!” The statement read: > I, Lucas Barner, agree that if it is established that I have physically harmed Noah Turner, I will forfeit all of my assets. However, if the injury is proven to have been fabricated or caused by another person, Sophia Turner will leave the marriage with not

My first statement will be my lie. She collects it back. “Good, now tell us your two truths and a lie.” I take a deep breath. “One; I have an annotated copy of Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men.” He should know I don’t, judging from the argument we had in English class. “Two; I’ve talked someone off the ledge of the school’s rooftop before.” I watch him suppress a smile. “And three; I look away when I’m being insincere.” He doesn’t even miss a beat. “Your first statement is your lie.”

“I’ve been useless. I won’t be able to take care of you in the future.” “All I hope now is that you two live a happy life together. As long as your hearts are united, there's nothing you can’t overcome.” She cried as she spoke, and I cried with her. Jack held me tightly, swearing to protect me for a lifetime. But in the end, he broke that promise. He cheated on me with his childhood sweetheart. Seeing that I was still ignoring him, Jack suddenly knelt down with a thud. “Laura, I really know I was wrong. I love you—I can’t live without you!”

"I want to announce one more thing. Bob over here is Mr. Brown's nephew, and he makes seventy-six hundred a month. He doesn't do any proper work and wanders around the company all day, and the second anything happens, he reports it to Mr. Brown. He's a spy in all but name." The crowd under the stage erupted again. No matter the time or place, everyone hated a spy. More than that, they were all workers. Bob had practically sold them out. Bob was so scared he jumped up at once. "Don't believe him! He's lying! Mr. Brown and I are not related to each other!" The employees were still furious. "Lies! I've seen him sneaking off to Mr. Brown's office every once in a while!" "You think we're blind?!

"I watched you pine after him for two centuries. What on earth happened? How can you bear to let go?" Perhaps because my departure was so close, the long-suppressed need to confide finally broke through. "He's staging a mock wedding with Camilla." "And they formed a Mutual Blood Bond two weeks ago. In secret." CRASH. At my words, the glass vial slipped from Linda's hand and shattered on the floor. "After you poured your heart out for him! He forms a life bond with another woman right before your ceremony, then has the gall to strong-arm you into accepting it? What is that lunatic thinking?"

Her eyes met his, playful and piercing, and the small smile curling on her lips felt like an invitation, coaxing him closer, making each heartbeat echo loudly in his chest. As he took another cautious step, a loose floorboard beneath him shifted with a gentle pop. Startled, he bent down, revealing a hidden nook beneath the wood. Inside lay a leather-bound ledger, the pages yellowed and soft with age. His pulse jumped. The ledger was thick with secrets—payments from Michael to a man named Raven, cryptic notes that linked the house explosion to a carefully staged insurance scam. The weight of it pressed into his palm, a dangerous, thrilling secret promising the revenge he had long imagined.