"There was this brouhaha at school. They found the body of a student Dad. She was in the library and her throat had been slit. However, there did not appear to be any other marks on her body or any other clue. I am scared Dad."
"There was this brouhaha at school. They found the body of a student Dad. She was in the library and her throat had been slit. However, there did not appear to be any other marks on her body or any other clue. I am scared Dad."
Mark was sitting in his office on North Broad Street in Elizabeth, New Jersey. He was listening to a recorded deposition in his office from his most recently taken deposition. This case involved a motor vehicle accident in which his client was the operator of the vehicle. Her vehicle had been sideswiped by a truck and then struck head-on by another SUV. She had to be taken by Life Flight to the trauma center in Newark, New Jersey.
Due to the nature of her injuries, the doctors there at the trauma center did not think that she was going to survive so he requested to have her deposition taken while she was in the hospital.
Her name was Cindy Lewellyn. She was a 30-year-old African American female who worked as a nurse. Her job required her to be on her feet all day. She was on her way home from her shift on the night of the accident. She was driving her Honda Accord in the middle lane doing about 55 to 60 mph. She was wearing her seatbelt as she had seen too many accidents with victims who had chosen not to wear one. She was actually on her way home from the hospital after telling the parents of one such victim that their son had died from a four-car motor vehicle pile-up on the Garden State Parkway North. She did not relish the drive home.
As Cindy was driving, she was listening to 101.5 on the radio. They were playing the new song from Destiny's Child on it. She was humming along in unison with the song. She had just put her signal on to move into the left-hand lane to pass the vehicle in front of her, which kept braking. All of a sudden, her vehicle was sideswiped from the right-hand lane by the truck and her vehicle spun around facing the other direction into the left-hand lane. It was at this point that her vehicle was hit head-on by the vehicle in the left-hand lane and did not have a chance to avoid the accident.
The man operating the truck, Michael Richards, was an employee of the company. He was in the process of transporting some paper materials to the warehouse. The other driver was Lucy Luck. She was a flight attendant on her way to New York and had taken a side trip to visit a friend before going to stay at the hotel to rest before her next flight out.
All three were taken on life flights to the trauma center in Newark. She was in the worst condition.
He listened and took notes while reviewing the file for most of the day on this case. It would bring in money for the law firm.
I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
Three years ago, a fire gutted Gordon family, killing Lindsay's parents and leaving her blind. As the anniversary neared, she learned Kyra—the killer—had been spared, and that her supposedly loving husband Matthew had hidden her overseas, then slipped her back to live in their house as his "cousin." Grief hardened into rage. She went in secret to Anthony, Matthew's rival and an eye surgeon, who restored her sight and joined revenge. Matthew assumed a blind wife was harmless. Until Lindsay seized the CEO seat, exposed the past, and sent Kyra to justice. Afterward, however, Anthony wouldn't let go. "Don't use me and leave. I want your love."
Cast off to a remote village at birth, Lilah was exiled while the woman who destroyed her mother stepped into her father's life. Her half-sister tried to claim her inheritance and title. Eighteen years later, Lilah returned. The town watched, hoping to see her fail. But Lilah stunned them-she was breathtaking and talented. A master in medicine, painting, racing, music, and design, she tore down every lie. Her father and stepmother faced ruin, and her foolish brother finally met his downfall. The once-mocking crowd trembled, especially with Cayden, her gifted, powerful partner, at her side. "Anyone who crosses my wife has to answer to me!"
Luna has tried her best to make her forced marriage to Xen work for the sake of their child. But with Riley and Sophia- Xen's ex-girlfriend and her son in the picture. She fights a losing battle. Ollie, Xen's son is neglected by his father for a very long time and he is also suffering from a mysterious sickness that's draining his life force. When his last wish to have his dad come to his 5th birthday party is dashed by his failure to show up, Ollie dies in an accident after seeing his father celebrate Riley's birthday with Sophia and it's displayed on the big advertising boards that fill the city. Ollie dies and Luna follows after, unable to bear the grief, dying in her mate's hands cursing him and begging for a second chance to save her son. Luna gets the opportunity and is woken up in the past, exactly one year to the day Sophia and Riley show up. But this time around, Luna is willing to get rid of everyone and anyone even her mate if he steps in her way to save her son.
For three years, Hailey loved Kieran. Yet the wildlife photos she risked everything to take ended up helping another woman win a major competition. Hurt and finished with waiting, Hailey left him, filing for divorce and vowing to prove herself on her own. She never expected her ex-husband's most powerful rival to offer his support. "I admire real talent. Applause belongs to the deserving," he said. Though Hailey tried to keep her distance, he pursued her with unwavering determination "This isn't just a whim. I've had my eye on you for a long time."
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