Widow 1v1 Code Novels & Stories

The television in the living room was still on, tuned to a financial news channel. "Breaking news: Whitaker Group CEO Gavin Whitaker was rushed to the hospital today. His childhood sweetheart and top pop diva, Lydia Vale, arrived at the hospital immediately to visit him. The two stayed together throughout the visit and appeared extremely close, effectively dispelling earlier rumors that Mr. Whitaker had married an unknown civilian woman…" On the screen, Lydia looked worried as she carefully tucked the blanket around Gavin. The way Gavin looked at her with that gentleness in his eyes was something I had never once received.

Not person. Candidate. Violet turned the page with shaking fingers. More names. More numbers. Then she saw it. A line highlighted in faded red. HARLOW, V. — trace maternal line — do not approach unless Widow clause activates. Her knees almost gave. Theodore’s hand came to her back. He stopped just before touching her. “Violet.” She laughed once. It sounded wrong. “Don’t.” He withdrew immediately. Good. Not good. She did not know anymore.

There was a link attached and when I clicked it my stomach dropped because it was an article from a major news website with a headline that made me want to throw my phone across the room. WIDOW CASHES IN: Evangeline Harrow Set to Inherit Millions After Husband's Tragic Death Below the headline was a photo of me leaving Nathaniel's building three nights ago and I looked cold and calculated and like exactly the kind of person who would marry someone for money and then wait for them to die. I read the article and it got worse with every paragraph.

"Lily, you..." "What?" Lily raised her head, challenge in her eyes. "Can't do it?" "That's my wedding night." "Yes, but if you truly love me, you should know who your wedding night should belong to." Marcus's face contorted in a mental struggle. "Alright," he finally said. "I promise." Lily's tears finally stopped, and an almost imperceptible smile curved at the corners of her mouth.

I added. @Death Wish

The sound of my laugh. It was being pulled out of him. And because I was connected, it was being pulled out of me too. My knees hit the salt. My vision began to flicker. "Yes," the Widow hissed. "The Healing Wolf gives the best silk. Your love is so much heavier than theirs. It will complete the shroud." "Amara! Break the connection!" Femi's voice was a mile away. I couldn't. The red light was a parasite. It fed on the emotion it found. The more I loved the man on the ground, the faster the Widow could drain us both.