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My head pounded, but I forced myself to get up and change clothes. Suddenly, I paused. “Tanya, do you know what’s going on with Lucy?” Tanya thought for a moment, then unexpectedly let out a laugh. “While you were under surveillance, Lucy’s life completely fell apart.” Fell apart? I didn’t understand what she meant. Tanya cleared her throat and revealed a jaw-dropping truth. “Lucy was never pregnant.”

Warm blood spilled down my silk nightgown. My cry snapped the room. The women froze, eyes wide. "She was drugged too? She's in labor!" "If it's not her kid... then whose? Who's trying to wipe us out?" Shaking, I forced myself up. "Get the doctor! Someone's gonna die in here!" Lucy walked in like she owned the place—white suit sharp, heels clicking, Vincent at her side. She glowed, nothing like a woman fresh from labor. Vincent's face hardened as he took in the mistresses writhing on the floor.

I didn’t wait for another word. “Lucy, we have to go,” I barked, already grabbing my keys. My pulse was a relentless roar in my ears as we sprinted to the car. The night city lights blurred past us in streaks of red and gold, but all I could see was Luna—pale, lifeless, struggling to breathe. Lucy sat beside me, pale and silent, her hand trembling in mine. “Jimmy,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Who would do this to her? She hasn’t hurt anyone.”

The secrets about her doctor’s manhood were one touch away. She imagined Ron Hubbard’s little cowboy and her breathing increased. Lucy came at the car from the other side and slapped Tricia’s hood with a loud pop. Tricia dropped her phone between the seats. “Jesus, Lucy.” “Sorry, I had to go get the mail,” Lucy said. She held up a handful of envelops and junk mail flyers. “I decided to blow the mailman while I was there, you know, because I’m such a slut.” Tricia reached back and pulled the black dress from the backseat out to the

Trevis raised the brick menacingly, ready to strike again— I was so desperate that I felt like I might vomit blood, and I shouted, "Trevis, another blow will kill him!" Lucy heard my plea, and her expression shifted. Just as the brick was about to come crashing down once more, Lucy suddenly threw herself forward, positioning herself in front of the chauffeur. A piercing scream erupted from her lips, and it felt like time stood still. Then, I saw Lucy, tears streaming down her face, staring unwaveringly at Trevis. "Trevis, I really didn't know it was your mum," she said. As the words left her lips, Lucy's eyes closed, and she collapsed to the ground.

“Blame the man who comes into our lands carving fear in the dirt. Blame the one who paints our ground with its sign.” The elder’s face flushed. His response was mean. “She called you—” he began but Darcus cut him off. The room spun with heat and words. They argued until the sun sloped. It was the kind of fight that left nothing fixed. Darcus saw the way some men looked at Lucinda and he wanted to hurl them out. Lucinda left the room before they could pick at each other more. As she walked outside, she tried to breathe slowly. Her hands shook as she gripped the rail.

He said, looking at the judge, expecting him to say something but he went quiet as if gathering his thoughts. As the courtroom expected the judge to say something. Lucy raised her hand, requesting permission to speak. The judge granted her the permission and the courtroom went extremely silent, everyone wondering what she wanted to say. Lucy took a deep breath and moved away from Stanley. Stanley's eyes followed her, confusion and surprise written all over his face. Everyone else in the room was watching intently, waiting to hear what Lucy had to say. Finally, Lucy spoke, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "I ha..ve a confession to make."

When a car struck me and sent me flying, blood sprayed everywhere. It resulted in ruptured organs, so I begged my wife, Lucy Hathaway, to take me to the hospital. But she told me to endure it because her younger uncle, Alan Cooper, had surgery that day. To stop me from applying to a foreign institution, Lucy went so far as to lock me in a cold storage room kept at negative twenty degrees Celsius. “The chance to travel abroad has to go to Alan. He has nothing, while you already have all of my love. You should give him your future! “The chill in the storage room will help with your wounds. After Alan finishes his surgery and submits his application, you can go to the hospital.” The pain

Mrs July handed the brown envelop to her and pushed her out the door. "I'm doomed. I'm so doomed. Nightmare. I need to complete the mission and run away from this hell" Lucy muttered as she stood in front of her door. When she was about to walk forward, a pair of hands grabbed and pulled her back into the room. " I didn't view your outfit. You look like a street rat. Open this drawer and pick out something. I already checked your cloths but all I saw was boyish and slutty styles". Mrs July continued and Lucy glared at her. The woman didn't talk about a gun or back fluid so she let out her held breath.

He asked, walking inside majestically. "He not only drove Lucia away, he also shot her." Bryan almost lost his footing when he heard what she said. He did what? He shot her? "Is she dead?" He asked. "No, she ran away. She must have suspected something. Bryan, I'm sure, she must have discovered something." Brittney was sure that Lucia knew about something but she was not sure what exactly Lucia knew. "She doesn't but she might be suspicious now. We have to find her and convince her that what she is suspicious of is not true." Bryan was more cleared headed than Brittney.