Patricia Wilson
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The third point of view: Maggie was high, really, really, high in the sky, and then she crashed. Badly. Plummeted Iike sixty feet from the sky. However, she still had her bones intact. The woman woke up with a start, her eyes immediately connecting with honey-brown eyes. For a while, none of them said a word, just staring at each other until he spoke, "Are you done hugging my body?" Andrew spoke icily as usual, but beneath that arctic layer, she could sense a hint of amusement. Her being stupid…
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The third point of view: He was efficient, Maggie noticed that as he ushered her into another car. From the men standing outside, she had no doubts that he was related to the mob or something else they wouldn't have come here safely so far. Andrew - she finally came to know his name. Although that was the only conversation they had throughout the ride - abandoned the police car and the camouflage, tossing the uniform into the car that he handed over to the men before sliding into the new Mercedes…
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The third point of view: Those hands stretched to her were like the light at the end of the tunnel. Or so she thought because when her gaze fell on his face, she gasped. That man! She knew him; he was her guardian angel. What was he doing here? The man was no other than the guy she had made brief contact with at the club that day - the day she had killed Fernandez. He was that kind stranger and she had a feeling he was related to her Patreon. "Come on, we have to leave now! There's no time to…
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The third point of view : "Hey, It's time to go," Maggie was roused from her thoughts when one of the military personnel pulled her into the police van. Today was the first day Maggie was set to go on trial for the murder of Fernandez. Her case was a hot and sensitive one in the country since it depicted the violence directed at women. Everyone was interested to know what would be the final verdict. Contrary to her fears, Maggie was being treated well in prison. She couldn't tell whether her…
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The third point of view: They say great powers come with great responsibility. Niklaus had spent all his life garnering enough power so his kids wouldn't be forced to face the same hard choices he had to make, but it seems life always had its plans. "I don't have many years left, you have to agree to this engagement," George told him, knowing Niklaus had the decision making power this time around, "Do this old man a favor," For over a minute, no one said a word, the both of them going over the…
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The third point of view: He knew it! George said it! Father and daughter together were no good and now they've finally proved him right. "I will not stand this!" George bellowed. "What can't you stand? We all are here to ensure a fair and good conclusion," Although Niklaus said that, there was a sly smirk on his face. He has finally played his trump card, the chances of him winning this battle rose significantly - thanks to his daughter. Maybe Isabella's shrewdness was a good thing after all.…
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The third point of view: George's face was taut but full of certainty. He knew no matter the verdict today he was going to win but it still broke his heart that his chosen daughter-in-law was not in support of this marriage. Anyway, she's just a kid and knows nothing. The man was sure that with time feelings would develop between both kids. With a kid as smart as Isabella as his grandson's wife, he would be at peace wherever he is - including the grave. "Can I speak?" Pedro raised his hand, "I know…
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The third point of view: Julie couldn't understand this family at all; one moment they looked like they wanted to murder him and the next he was a very important person. He had been locked up in the room right after breakfast and had not be allowed out, not even when Anabelle banged on his door?- which was quite infuriating. Why was he suffering for an engagement he wanted no part in anymore? "Oh right, because you're the one who had happily said yes to Grandaddy in the first place," Julie could…
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The third point of view: Sweat trickling down their faces. Body positioned and taut. Eyes focused on targets. Hands curled around the trigger, ready to fire. That was how tense everyone was as Niklaus and George had a face-off. All of them present knew only one possible way this situation could turn out and that was "disastrous" yet none of them backed away. This was what they were employed for, was paid for. They are warriors in the face of battle. "Where is my grandson?" George asked…
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The third point of view: Anabelle knew something was wrong by the time she went to see Julie and the men stationed outside wouldn't let her in. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?! I just want to see my boyfriend!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. "I'm sorry but we're under strict orders from Sir Niklaus not to let anyone in," was their automatic response. "You!" She saw red, "How dare -" "What's the ruckus this early morning," a voice said from behind and Anabelle whirled around to see…
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