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"Trade objective detected: parental approval was not achieved. "Under the principle of fair trade, one-sided payment did not receive the promised return. Self-destruction protocol initiated. "Original host, Mia Lawson: confirmed deceased." Mom screamed. "What do you mean, dead?" "Give my Mia back! Give her back to me!" Dad lay paralyzed on the floor, pupils blown wide, strange sounds catching in his throat. Ava stumbled to my desk and shook "my" shoulders with all her strength. "Mia! Come back! Come back!

I watched the whole thing unfold on the warehouse security monitor. Declan knelt on the ground holding his head like a dog with its neck stepped on. I watched him break apart, and I felt nothing. What was the point of pain that came too late? When I died under that bridge in my past life, he did not even answer his phone. "Seen enough?" Dominic Hart stood behind me, his eyes on my face. His voice was quiet, but it carried a certainty that could not be questioned.

"Mama, I'm warning you to stop. Have some sympathy, do you know what this girl has gone through in life?, and I love her." "You can always fall out of love." "You know it doesn't work that way mama and remember that I took a vow to be with her for better or for worse." "Oh! my goodness." Mama feigned to be shocked. "This girl has brainwashed my son, I know her type and she has charmed you diabolically. But I will show her that I'm more powerful than her." Pleading now she looked her son in the eyes "please let this girl go, she will ruin your life."

Chapter 6 : Dawn of Uncovering The TV screen at the police station was showing a documentary about a case of missing person. The reporter was expertly detailing the events that led to the uncovering of the mysteries surrounding the disappearance. He emphasized that the success of solving the case is due to the unwavering cooperation of witnesses and the victim's family as well as the devotion of the police force led by Detective Ian Murray. Detective efforts were praised but Ian felt hollow. He felt tired, the file in his hands seemed to be heavy . His mind is in fog ,his mysterious caller also left a message. His phone display said, I will meet you., but that was all. He knew it’s goin

"Remember, I forbade you to see each other, and he used me, Dad. He wanted to harm your company; he's an infiltrator at FinnCO." "Daughter, we did it to protect you. Ethan agreed to it; he knows that if he exposes you to his company, they could harm you. Minerva, understand one thing, this is quite serious, I don't want you to be at risk, which is why I prohibited you from seeing him until this issue is resolved." My father placed a hand on the back of my neck and lowered me to rest my forehead against his chest. He kissed the top of my head. When I felt a tear land on the back of my hand, I realized I was crying. I had no idea what to think or how to feel; it was so much information to abso

Wilberforce’s phone vibrated in his grasp, but all night it hadn’t connected. At dawn, Wilberforce’s anger had given way to something that looked more like dread. His daughter, his only daughter had vanished the previous afternoon without a trace. No notes, no messages, her phone dead for hours. She didn't even leave the house with her personal guard, she had left alone, and when he had confronted him, he only mumbled excuses about Queen fussing about being alone.

Yet, my eyes were drawn to the tablet like a magnet. The video was like opening a wound I couldn't bear to see, promising a result I dreaded but couldn't resist witnessing. It was my daughter, the only pup I would give my life to protect. After a brief hesitation, I pressed closer to the glass, my breath fogging the surface as I watched. The videos consisted of two segments. The first was surveillance footage from outside the emergency treatment chamber the previous night. The sight nearly broke my heart. My fists clenched against the glass as tears filled my eyes.

Hazel's POV I was angry about the whole thing, but I certainly couldn't do anything about it, not when Mom was involved. I picked up the iPad as Basil followed after Hunter out of the building and started checking my schedule for the day as I heard the car leaving. There wasn't much for the day, just a couple of meetings with the food factory and tech company, the rest was all paperwork at the office.

Not wide. Not manic. Smug. My gaze instinctively went to the corner of the room. The camera was gone. Not torn out violently. Not smashed. Disassembled. Every screw. Every bolt. The casing cracked open with precision. The wiring stripped clean. The pieces arranged neatly in a small pile on the floor where the camera had once watched her. My blood ran cold. For the past twenty-four hours, I hadn’t been watching her. I had no idea what she had done in that cell.

Before Lily's surgery, the nurse slid the consent form across to me. I called my husband, Ethan Reid, eleven times. When the twelfth call finally connected, the first voice I heard was his first love, Claire Bennett, on the verge of tears: "Ethan, the zipper on my wedding dress is stuck. Don't leave yet." I looked at my daughter, white with pain in the hospital bed, and said, "Lily's waiting for you." Ethan was silent for two seconds before saying, "Just sign it. I'll get there later." Later, Lily studied the lone guardian's signature on the form and asked, "Mom, can I leave Dad off the school forms from now on?" I said she could. From that day on, she stopped leaving room for Ethan anywhere