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Then, one night while driving a drunken Abigail home, she drove the car off the cross-sea bridge. I watched in shock as Grace smiled and pinned a dried lily of the valley to her chest. The next second, she rushed toward the bridge barrier without hesitation. "If I had known that it would end like this, I should have taken you away no matter the cost." Those were the final words Grace spoke before her death. Remembering the shock of that moment, I looked at Grace before me, briefly lost in thought. "What are you thinking about?" she asked. Her pleasant voice reached me, and my Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously. I was just about to answer when a discordant voice shattered the moment.

Kayden asked furiously. "I did Kayden. I followed all your instructions and you can ask her if ever I made her uncomfortable" Ms Gracey defended herself. She knows Kayden Diego can do whatever he likes to her if he gets upset. His the alpha and everyone is expected to bow to him except his parents. "You did Ms Gracey and she slipped out of the mansion under your watchfulness and you said you obeyed my orders?" Kayden inquired mockingly. "It wasn't my fault Kayden" Ms Gracey intoned. He shouldn't just put the blame on her. He was partly responsible for what happened.

“Please, I need to know what happened to your daughter before she left. She’s not mentally ill, Miss Grace. She didn’t commit suicide. I can help you.” Miss Grace yelled at Ember to leave but Ember stood firm. “All I know!” Miss Grace screamed. “Is nothing but grief over my daughter’s death! She did this for me!” Ember did a quick background check about Miss Grace and she found out that Miss Grace is buried with unpaid loans and she needs to get heart surgery as soon as possible. With Nella Jeggins as her only daughter, Grace Jeggins should indeed blame herself for passing those burdens to her daughter. “You don’t have to tell me everything, Miss Grace. The little details will suffice.”

My heart was racing, and my skin had suddenly turned cold. Was she suggesting what I was thinking? “I know nothing about you, Omen” Sylvia growled, before shifting away from me so we weren’t touching “are you using me? Are you still on your Mission?” “No!” I blurted out “all of that finished when Grace died. I’m out here on my own terms, honest.” “Did you kill her? Or was her death part of your Mission?” “I didn’t know she would die. Her death was as much a shock to me as it was to you. I didn’t even know until I heard about it from Torch. What they did to her was disgusting.”

Grace tried to push her way through, but an invisible barrier held her back, rendering her helpless as she watched the futile efforts to save her mother's life. Tears streamed down Grace's face as she prayed fervently, her pleas drowned out by the chaos of the emergency room. Then, a voice cut through the noise, cold and final: "It's too late. She can't make it. Call the time of death." With those words, all hope drained from Grace's heart as she watched her mother slip away, leaving behind only a lifeless shell.

Author's POV "Vlad how can you kill an innocent child..." Grace yelled at him. "Stop them!" He pushed her inside. "They are not innocent... And don't worry no one will be there to mourn her, her family is also going to die..." "What?" Grace looked at him horrified. Her eyes snapped towards the road when she heard cars and bikes roaring. The first car belonged to Dom and he himself was driving. Vlad closed his eyes frustrated and banged on the seat.

Mismatched, to make things even worse. "Well luckily for you, this street is technically abandoned, so nobody gets to see your unattractive body. If you ask me, I would say good for them. Luckily for me, though, I get to kill you, and no one would be able to save you." She ended her rant with a kick to Grace's shin, causing her to fall back on the ground, the back of her head slamming against the asphalt.

“Grace won’t just be out of the picture—she’ll never see the light of day again.” Vanessa threw herself into planning Grace’s demise. Her obsession consumed her, and she hired a dangerous hitman to follow Grace’s movements. She ensured Adrian wouldn’t suspect anything by keeping her actions under the radar, using Benson’s resources to cover her tracks. Meanwhile, Adrian and Grace were blissfully unaware of the looming danger. Adrian had decided to take some time off, dedicating himself to their honeymoon plans and ensuring Grace felt safe after the wedding ordeal. They traveled to a remote, luxurious beach resort, hoping to leave behind the chaos of the city.

Emily came after them looking furious at everyone and everything. “Nan,” I whispered. Grace ignored me. Her face was pale, her blue shawl tight around her shoulders, but she walked down the steps with her chin lifted. Gideon saw her. The clearing went colder. “You,” he said. There was no growl in the word. There did not need to be. Colton shifted, placing himself between them without fully turning away from either. “Careful.” Gideon’s eyes did not leave Grace. “You told me she was dead.”

She wheezed again and Wren rolled her eyes. “But seriously girl you’re so unhinged and crazy. What if he died?” “Well he didn’t die, did he? So why’s he playing so hard to get?” Grace sighed and crunched loudly on a chip. “Maybe because he’s scared you’d try to kill him again.” She started laughing again. “You’re so annoying you know that right?” Grace nodded cheekily and Wren grunted again. Grace sat closer to the camera and said, “Maybe just give him some time?”