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Naturally, Mom hadn't watched those videos. "Anyone who'd seen these videos would never eagerly force their daughter to turn herself in for conviction or decisively condemn her to the death penalty. Judith, what were you even thinking?" Ms. Madden asked. Mom had been silent since watching the videos, but her hands trembled slightly. She shakily took out her phone. She unblocked me on WhatsApp, and the same dozen videos she had just seen appeared on the screen. Feeling defeated, she slowly sank onto the couch.

As I stood there, gazing out at the setting sun, the distant sound of crickets and rustling leaves filled my ears, grounding me in the present moment. I gazed down at the polished gold pocket watch, its intricate engravings glinting in the sunlight. With a trembling finger, I flipped it open and watched as the hands remained frozen in time. On the other side, a faded family portrait of my mother, father, and myself stared back at me. We were all smiles, captured in a moment of perfect happiness. I knew this watch well ... it was a gift to my father from my mother. Around the edges of the inner gold I could see the engraving ‘Alpha James Hart’. Why did she have my father’s watch? How? The las

I asked, my voice trembling. She shot me an irritated glance. "You and Suri were fighting. How could I just leave? She’s so small. What if you hurt her?" An incredulous smile tugged at my lips. So Mom had been standing by the door the entire time. She had watched Suri throw water on me and smash a glass into my head. She watched her force my face into broken shards until my entire face was drenched in blood. And through all of that, she hadn’t stepped in or even told us to stop.

I begged. If that’s the case, we can certainly let your daughter watch.” When she said that, I raised my head to meet my daughter's gaze. She had big eyes like her mother’s. After giving them my undivided attention for a considerable amount of time, I came to the conclusion that although she didn’t know anything, those eyes would haunt me for the rest of my life. “No!” I yelled. “Then your wife will have to watch Archie.” “I beg you, please keep my family from watching any of it.” It’s hard for me, Zion Xavier Archer, to comprehend that I’m pleading with someone who isn’t my wife, but here I am. Things we do for our families.

“I told you to keep your head down. These people aren’t like us. Mr. Kingston pays me to watch his gates, not to let my daughter hang around his son.” “It’s just schoolwork. That’s it.” “Keep it that way.” He checked his watch. “Head back to the guest house. Lock the door. I’ve got perimeter in ten.” “Dad, wait…” My hand brushed the note in my pocket. “Anything weird happened today? With the cameras or anything?” His eyes sharpened. “Why?” “Big place. Just… curious.” “No blind spots on my watch,” he said flat. “Go to bed, Harper.”

Eight years ago, my daughter, Joey Porter, was stuck in the desert of death. Her GPS had blinked out, and she ran out of supplies. She kept calling for me for over a dozen hours over the walkie-talkie. The only rescue team was an hour's flight away from her, only to get intercepted halfway there. Later on, I found out that my wife, Ruby Shaw, spent 800 thousand dollars bribing the dispatch center, rerouting the rescue team's flight route just so they could save Ruby's younger brother, Howard Shaw, instead. Howard had had too much to drink at that time, causing him to lose his way outside the resort that was located at the edge of the desert. When he was found, it turned out that he was a

The Howe estate was taped off, eviction notice was slapped on the gate. On a rainy night, my mother stood by the roadside with two suitcases, Lilith at her side. The drivers and house staff who used to swarm around them were long gone. Even the ever-flattering butler had taken her expensive watch as unpaid wages before disappearing. "Mom, what do we do now? I don't want to stay at some motel! Those sheets are disgusting," Lilith complained, hiding behind sunglasses and a mask, still throwing a tantrum like a spoiled princess.

The police officer calmed her down before recounting how they found my body. They had arrested the man who killed me. When he confessed to his crimes, he mentioned killing me. Through his confessions, the police located my body. "Why did he kill our daughter?" My parents wanted an answer. The police officers exchanged glances before looking at them with a troubled look. Brian asked once more. "Why?" "It's best if you watch the video for yourself," an officer replied. It was the footage of the day that I was taken away. Of course, the scene where Summer abandoned me and ran off was also captured.

During a family trip to a private island, we agreed to leave at four thirty to watch the sunrise. I waited alone for half an hour before discovering that my parents, my brother, and my fiancé, Leon, had already left with my adopted sister, Selena. At the cliffs, they posed for a family photograph. Mom adjusted Selena’s wrap. Dad pinned my family insignia to her coat. Leon stood behind her with his hands on her waist. No one noticed me. Leon posted the picture: [The people I’ll protect for the rest of my life.] His fiancée wasn’t in it. For years, I waited for my family to choose me and for Leon to remember the woman he planned to marry. That morning, I stopped waiting. I took the first ferry

Connors, who was rushed to the hospital was now reported stable. My eyes immediately widened as I stared at the television. The blurry pictures of or condo unit was shown on the national TV, and I felt like my blood drained after the news sank into me. “FCK!” I heard Nik cursed out loud before he took his phone out, and dialed someone’s number while I sat on the bed, completely frozen and shaken by what I heard and watched. My…daughter… My daughter is…missing?