Novel & Cerita What She Knew Book

August Two years ago, I woke up in a hospital with no memories of my past. The only thing I knew was my name... and the man who never left my side. Garrett became my safe place, my home, my husband. When I finally decide it's time to return to work, the last person I expect to meet is Ross Ginattoni. New York's most feared billionaire, notorious playboy, and CEO of Gintattoni Enterprises. From the moment we meet, he looks at me like his entire world has shattered. He knows my name before I tell him. He watches me like he's searching for someone he's lost. And no matter how hard I try to ignore it... Every time he's near, my heart remembers something my mind can't.

"Believe me, your story has reached me in a unique way." "My story?" she asked, seeming not to understand. "No one knows my story. No one knows anything about me." " That's what you think," he said, passing her by without stopping to look at her. He didn't want any surprises or sudden moves. "Look," he said. After searching through her books for a moment, she found the one she needed. Now she was standing in front of the footboard of the bed, and he didn't notice when she had arrived there.

In a hushed tone meant for my ears alone, she dropped the act. "Aeliana, just look at you, all pathetic. Even with everything you've done for the pack, what good did it do? You're just as disposable as ever. You remind me of those two old fools in the Sacred Forest Rite, begging for mercy right before they died. A family affair, indeed." She paused, an icy smile playing on her lips. "That old Alpha was no fool. He was hard to trick, but I had a plan. I wore your clothes, made them think you were the one breaking sacred ground. Just like that, they met their end.

‘It might help’ I told myself as curiosity gnawed at me. I bit my lip as I reached for it. I set the key aside, placing it carefully in the drawer before reaching for the book and picking it up. I held it, still staring at the cover. I turned to the first page. It had few information written about her. I already knew her age and now I knew she was the same age as me and that we shared the same birthday. We were more alike than we thought. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I flipped to another page and at the first line, the words, ‘I can’t wait to leave here with him but unfortunately she knows all about it. Should we trust her?’ were written.

" I asked again. She seemed to know too much and she was hell bent on getting something. She kept a straight face and looked at me. "Your nightmare." Who the heck does she think she is?

He did not doubt that. She was the person who had known things she wasn't supposed to know since the auction house, who had read rooms and people and situations with the specific comprehensive attention of someone who had learned that information was survival. She was the person who had felt the ward dissolve before she understood what wards were. Who had found the south approach before they knew there was a south approach. Who had stood in a council room and said this is not about me, this is about fracture and been entirely right. He knew, she was coming.

And then suddenly his knees dropped on the ground, heartbeat stopped, eyes widen with a glint of familiarity, shock and horrified. There he saw a girl hanging upside-down on a thick wire all bloody, face was unrecognizable, but the clothes that the dead body wore were very familiar to him. Not only one dead body made his whole-body stiff, he saw a number of bones on the floor with its clean clothes, they were all placed perfectly and precisely. But the dead body of a young girl that was hanging were about 4 days of being locked up here and it was already smelling bad, the smell of the dead body made it more difficult for Sein to stand up and run and call for help about what he saw, but his k

I looked at her, from the bag to the travel documents, and the way she was holding herself with that controlled stillness as though she knew she was being read and was working hard at being unreadable. She knew. She had the phone. She’d read the message. She knew Gregory had been spotted in Koval pack and she was going there and she was taking Shane and Nadia as cover and she had constructed a story that gave nothing away and was telling it to my face without flinching. Four years of watching her learn. This was what she’d learned. I wanted to stop her, put myself between her and the door, and tell her everything. But I froze every time I tried to open my mouth.

The loud slam of the iron door closing echoed in the cramped space, leaving only my rapid breathing in the darkness. "Why?" I curled up in the corner, my nails digging deep into my palms. I heard a muffled conversation outside the door. Holding my breath, I tried to make out Heath's voice. "The transformation is complete... The drug's effects are irreversible... She won't call the police. There's video footage..." Each word felt like a knife stabbing into my heart. Transformation? Drugs? Video footage? I trembled, suddenly realizing something.

she whispered, and a cold feeling washed over me. My blood froze at the cold realization - she knew - she knew about Khanos. But how?