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I said "Okay... Penny what happened to you in the past?" ✍️ Authroess POV ✍️ Mrs Mica seats in her well furnished living room sipping her wine One of her maid comes to inform her that someone wants to see her She waves her hand signaling her to let him or her come in "And who are you?"Mica stared at James with questioning eyes She's never seen him before what does he want "Mrs Mica.. I know something you don't"James began "And what is that?"Mica asked and got up from her seat

Heavy. I fumbled with the card, trying not to make noise. The mechanism was sleek, a quiet click unlocking the case. Inside rows of neat cash, tightly banded. A few manila folders tucked in the side compartment, sealed and marked with codes I didn’t recognize, beside it was what looked like a mini laptop. This is it. Before I could dig further, Sunny shifted on the bed, groaning. I froze. His hand slapped the sheets beside him, searching. "Where'd you go, baby..."

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Their fate might be worse than that of the Parisis. ****************************************************************************

Betty handed Henry's file over to her secretary before leaving Cindi was already waiting outside for Betty "Is everything OK?" Cindi asked, she knew something was wrong because this was unusual "Henry applied for Job" she looked at Cindi "Henry, that you had a thing with?" "Yes, and if my husband finds out…" She turned and looked at Cindi again "I am dead" "Have he started?" "Nope, he just brought his CV to me" Betty went for the first drink she saw "Then, that's not an issue, we can sort it out"

he was the first to talk after picking the call Mom: how're you son?? Marcus: I'm fine Mom: I should have called earlier, but I just decided to give you time so you'll settle in. Marcus: Mom i I got here maybe thirty minutes ago, and if you ask me mom thirty minutes isn't enough time to settle in. Marcus already know his mom has something up her sleeve, that "giving you time to settle in" facade meant more. She laughed " you know it's late here already, I want to call you before I go to bed"

Callie's POV ***WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. 18+ ONLY *** "I know a guy who sells chloroform, that's the easiest way you're going to drug someone long enough to get him where you want them to be," Melanie twirled her spoon into her coffee, mixing the contents. We were sitting in the back of a Waffle House a few blocks from my apartment, having a late breakfast and gossiping over my latest scheme. I diligently jotted down her information into a composition book which pages were now filled with an act of hostility much greater than anything I was used to.

****** ~NEXT GENERATION BOOKS OF MISTRESS~ HIS VICIOUS LOVE – A tale of dark obsession Aadhvik Richand - Sahita “Call me fucking obsessive bastard but that’s I am for you, my sweet little love.” “Your love for me is insane and my heart is too fragile to match its intensity." HIS WIFE - A shackle for her Adrika Raichand – Ridmay Aahuja “I have seen my whole life that love is nothing but pain and suffering and you have proved it by breaking my heart. Marrying you was my biggest mistake, I will correct it by shooting a bullet in the middle of your head, you fucking bastard.”

Chapter 19 The Trap Retribution had a meeting with a peculiar, but rich client who wanted nothing more than proof whether or not her husband was cheating on her. She said that if he were, she could divorce him and retain her honor, along with all of her family wealth, but if not she would never doubt him again. This fine lady had told Retribution how to find her husband, where he would be, and what he always wore when he claimed to be going to the military meetings where she suspected his fidelity. It was in the town just across the border, it would only take a few hours to get there if she took a horse.

The invitation card slipped from my folder and softly landed on the dining table. I noticed it for just a moment. Then my phone buzzed. It was Mira, asking about seam measurements. I replied, then headed for a shower. After changing into pajamas, I flopped onto the bed, falling asleep nearly instantly. The card remained on the table, waiting. Later that night, the door would creak open. Footsteps would echo across the marble floor. Someone would spot the cream-colored envelope with gold lettering, and a misunderstanding would quietly set in motion.