Why Was Griffith Imprisoned Novels & Stories

Now Prince Griffin wouldn’t know that his sister was behind all of this. “I don’t have time for excuses,” Griffin said coolly, likely looking down at the lifeless body. “I’ll uncover the rest of the truth myself.” My heart sank at his words. So he was determined to uncover the truth after all. Would he? Would he eventually find out that Delilah sold me to the whorehouse? And if he did, would he discover why? I felt Prince Griffin gently scoop me into his arms. “Keep your eyes shut,” he whispered into my ear. Exhausted and drained, I surrendered to his hold, letting him bear the weight of my battered body. Besides, I don’t think I could have walked if I wanted to. My leg was broken in several

"After Griffin died, his body was never found. But his mother, Sophia, was arrested for his murder." Nicholas's eyes narrowed, his gaze intense. "But before she was taken away, Sophia told the police something. She told them where my dad and Matthew were being held captive. The police found them, Nicholas. They rescued them, thanks to Sophia's confession." Sarah's eyes seemed to cloud over, as if she were seeing the scene unfold before her eyes. "My dad and Matthew were saved, Nicholas. They were alive, thanks to Sophia's revelation. But Griffin... was gone. His body was never found, and it was as if he vanished into thin air."

She found Griff in his study, calmly reading the newspaper as though nothing extraordinary had happened the night before. "Why isn't she waking up?" Grace demanded without preamble. Griff looked up from his paper with an expression of mild surprise, as though he had forgotten all about their argument. "You know, I should really be upset about last night," he said conversationally. "You betrayed me, Grace. I mean, I thought that no matter what happened, you would always be at my side. I thought I could count on you to support my decisions, but instead you went behind my back to help my prisoner escape."

After that, Talasha told me that Griffith never appeared outside the city walls again. Not long after, her informants brought back news—Griffith, drowning himself in alcohol day after day, had been overthrown by his own subordinates. He was no longer the Alpha of the Avalora Pack. Now, he wandered from place to place, child in tow, nothing more than a rogue. "I heard they even broke his hands and feet. He's just a beggar on the streets now!" Talasha said with smug satisfaction. I only smiled. But I didn't feel much of anything—not joy, not pity. To me, he was nothing more than a stranger.

I turned back to Griffin, my gaze icy. “You’re going to explain everything, Doctor. Every lie, every bribe, every single thing you’ve done. But not here.” I gestured to the guards. “Grab him.” The guards moved swiftly, pinning Griffin against the wall. He struggled, his belt still undone, but it was useless. His protests were weak, his fear overwhelming him. “You can’t do this!” he squeaked, his voice high-pitched and panicked. “What have I done?” “What have you done?” I repeated, my voice dripping with venom.

The thought of delivering the babies still hasn’t sunk in because I was more focused on Martha’s case. Another day passed, the news broke my peace when Detective Martin called in at around ten in the evening and told me that Griffin escaped prison. I asked him how it happened but all of them didn’t know. I made sure that I locked all the doors in my house in case he would come here and finish his revenge on me.

The Griffins’ ancestral tomb was located in Linix. However, for the Griffin family members in the Qing Eliminating Society, if the British Lord ordered him to return to Linix to guard the ancestral tomb, it was tantamount to being exiled in ancient times. Once they went, they could only spend the rest of their lives there. Tarlon was extremely panicked. He slapped himself fiercely twice, continuously groveling and crying out, “I am guilty! I am guilty! Thank you for your forgiveness, British Lord!” Fleur ignored him and said lightly, “Go and make the arrangements as I’ve instructed!”

Griffith might be a bit pissed that I’d slipped out, but I was sure that he’d agree that it really was better this way. He wasn’t interested in me as a woman. He’d ignored me for years. The only reason he’d given me the time of day tonight was because I had evidently stumbled into some sort of undercover operation. God, I’d made a fool out of myself, practically swooning when he’d slid his fingers into my hair, the tug having my nipples going hard, and when he’d talked about how wet my panties would be, how much I loved being bared in public… I’d been unable to hold back a moan. To be honest, even his talk about spanking me… his fingers running across the buckle of his belt… all of that had

He even came to me, asking if I wanted to pick out tokens for our mate bond ceremony. At that moment, I decided to give him one last chance. I had no idea my final act of hope would become my prison. I died because I was too soft-hearted in love.

Gam was already rigged up, looking vacant and dazed, playing the part of a broken tech-slave perfectly. Timothy gathered the leads, his knuckles white. With a sharp whistle, the Griffin enforcers he’d co-opted hoisted Samon Lity’s cage. Lity gripped the bars, his eyes bloodshot and wild. Timothy didn't look back as he led his "prizes" through the heavy reinforced doors of the Nash stronghold.