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059: Lonely Night, Huh?
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HUNTER I walked into my office, and saw her, just as I'd expected. Anya was standing with her back to me, searching my office desperately. She froze the moment she heard my voice. "Are these yours?" I asked, holding up the small cameras in my hand. Her head snapped up, her wide eyes locking with mine. The color drained from her face, and she looked as if the ground might swallow her whole. She didn’t answer immediately, and I felt a knot in my chest. I hoped this would make her come clean before me and bridge the gap between us. "I can explain," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I nodded, keeping my expression calm. "I know," I said softly. "That’s why I’m asking. Why don’t you sit down and explain it to me?" I moved past her, placing the cameras on my desk before settling into my chair. I gestured to the chair across from me, but she didn’t move. Her hands clutched the edge of the desk like it was the only thing keeping her upright. I waited, giving her time to
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CROSS I sat in the living room of the apartment I shared with my sister, the weight of the revolver familiar in my hand. I spun it lazily, the cold metal catching the dim light. My mind wasn’t on the gun, though...it was on the chaos I was about to set into motion. Across from me, Bernice sat in her usual spot, her sharp eyes fixed on me. She had that curious look on her face, like she was waiting for me to give her the next piece of the puzzle. “So,” she said finally, breaking the silence. “What do you plan on doing?” I smirked, the corner of my mouth curling just enough to make her lean in slightly, eager for an answer. “I’ve thought about it,” I said, my voice calm, almost casual. “For our plans to work, someone has to die.” Her interest was piqued instantly. “Who will it be?” she asked, her voice steady but with a hint of excitement. “Tell me.” I took my time, letting the suspense build. “Not Anya,” I said, watching her expression shift slightly. “Not yet. Don’t get ahead
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CROSS Evans' hands trembling as I held his phone out to him. The barrel of my revolver pointed directly at his chest, a silent reminder of the consequences of defiance. “Unlock it,” I ordered, my voice cold and steady. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between me and the gun. “Now,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. His fingers fumbled as he obeyed, unlocking his phone with a shaky swipe. I leaned over him, scrolling through his contacts until I found the number I needed. Pressing it, I handed the phone back to him. “You’re going to make this call,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. “And you’re going to say exactly what I tell you to say. Nothing more, nothing less.” Evans swallowed hard, nodding quickly. His voice trembled as the line connected. “Hello? Hey, it’s me,” he said, following my instructions as he read from the paper I had given him. “I… I need you to take your phone to Anya. She's currently at the library. Please, it’s important. I n
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HUNTER I stared at Anya, my heart racing as her words sliced through me. Her voice cracked. “I have to get Evans to the hospital right away,” she said, trembling. I watched as she patted her pockets frantically, but sighed and gave up when she recalled that she wasn't with her phone. Then her gaze shifted, and she saw it lying on the floor beside Evans. Her eyes darted toward me, filled with suspicion and hurt. She picked up the phone with trembling hands, and I could see the realization settle on her face. She thought I had taken it. She thought I had done this to Evans to stop him from reaching her. My chest tightened as I saw her put the pieces together in her mind, pieces that painted me as the villain. “Anya,” I said softly, stepping much closer to her, but she recoiled, her eyes burning with fury. She was already dialing when I reached out and grabbed her hand. “I already called 911,” I said firmly, holding her gaze. “How can I believe you?” she snapped, pulli
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ANYA As soon as Mark dropped me off in front of Hunter’s house, I turned to him and said, "Go home." He hesitated. "Are you sure?" I nodded, forcing confidence into my voice. "Yes. I need to do this alone." Mark sighed but didn’t argue. "Call me if you need me." I watched his car disappear down the road before turning to face the towering gates of Hunter’s house. The guard at the gate recognized me and after a brief hesitation, he stepped aside. "You can go in, ma’am." I whispered a quick thanks and hurried inside. The moment I reached the front door, I grabbed the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. Locked. I knocked. No answer. A lump formed in my throat. I turned to the few bodyguards stationed around the compound. "Where’s Hunter?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. One of them, a tall, muscular man, shook his head. "He went out." "Where?" "We don’t know, ma’am." I clenched my jaw. They must know. They just won’t tell me. I pulled out my phone and
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Will You Marry Me? 083: I Got You
HUNTER I stared down at the divorce papers on my desk, my fingers tightening around the pen. The ink was still fresh from my signature, the final mark that would officially sever whatever bond I had left with Anya. This is for the best. I told myself as I leaned back, my jaw clenched. The past few days had been a storm of chaos, and betrayal. I had given Anya chances but they obviously meant nothing to her. And now, I was done. I pulled out my phone and dialed one of my men. "Is Anya at home?" I asked, my voice calm. There was a pause. Then his voice came through, tense. "Sir… Anya’s been taken." My heart stopped. "What?" My voice came out low, dangerous. "She’s been kidnapped. Just a few minutes ago. I...." I didn’t hear the rest. I already knew who it was. Cross. That son of a bitch. I should have handled him a long time ago. I should have made sure he never had the chance to breathe, let alone touch what was mine. I clenched my jaw, my grip on the phon
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CROSS My phone rang late at night. I was already in bed, exhausted from the mess of the past few days, but when I saw the caller ID, I sat up immediately. Bernice. She was supposed to be sleeping at a friend's and never called me at this time unless something was terribly wrong. My stomach tightened as I picked up the call. "Bernice?" I barely got her name out before I heard her broken sobs through the phone. "Cross," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I'm in trouble. Please help me." My blood ran cold. "What happened? Where are you?" "At a club. I...." She sucked in a shaky breath. "I'm hiding in the toilet. I'm… I’m naked, Cross. I don't have anything on me." A sharp, suffocating pressure crushed my chest. "What?" I shot to my feet, already grabbing my car keys. "Who the hell did this to you?" She let out a sob. "Hunter." I gritted my teeth. Hunter. I didn’t wait to hear more. I hurried into her room and ran out of the house, my heart pounding as I sped
Will You Marry Me? 081: I Have Proof
ANYA Mark looked me in the eye as he continued, “Hunter could have killed that guy if he wanted to, Anya. He could have let him bleed to death. After all, he had enough reason to. But he didn’t. He let him live. He didn’t want your name to be connected to a murder. He could have ended that guy’s life in seconds, but he chose not to. Why? Because Hunter isn’t a monster. You keep thinking of him as this ruthless killer, but he’s not the kind of man who goes around killing harmless people for no reason.” I let out a shaky breath. “Then who does he kill, Mark?” Mark’s eyes didn’t waver. “Hunter probably only kills when he has to. When he’s protecting someone he loves.” I froze. The words sank deep into my chest, making my heart pound painfully. Protecting someone he loves. I thought back to Panama. The blood. The gunfire. The bodies. Hunter had killed every single one of them. I had seen it with my own eyes—the cold, calculated way he pulled the trigger, how he never hes
Will You Marry Me? 080: Outside The Box
ANYA I stepped into the house, my heart still pounding in my chest. My parents, already dressed and about to leave, stopped in their tracks when they saw me. Their eyes widened in shock. “Anya?” My father’s voice was sharp, demanding. “What happened? How are you here?” I swallowed, trying to steady my voice. “Hunter had no choice but to let me go.” My mother gasped and rushed toward me, pulling me into a tight hug. I stood stiff for a moment before finally sinking into her warmth. “It’s okay now, baby,” she whispered. “You’re home. You’re safe.” I nodded numbly and pulled away, mumbling something about going to my room. My legs felt like lead as I walked upstairs, my body drained, my mind spinning. As soon as I entered my room, I shut the door and leaned against it, closing my eyes. My thoughts swirled, replaying everything. The first time I met Hunter, the night I had walked up to him at that bar and asked him to marry me like a fool, the way he had kidnapped Eva
Will You Marry Me? 079: Get It Done
HUNTER The moment Anya walked out, a dark, uncontrollable rage surged through me. I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white, and before I could stop myself, I drove my fist straight into the wall again. Pain shot up my arm, but I barely felt it. The anger burning inside me was far worse. How could she? After everything I had done just for her, after everything I had given up....she still chose to believe I was a monster. She thought I had tried to kill Evans. She thought I was capable of breaking my promise to her? I had expected anger. I had expected stubbornness. But I hadn’t expected her to look at me with that kind of hatred in her eyes. That was what hurt the most. I raked a hand through my hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. Sleep had been impossible last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, her tears, the way her body trembled with so much pain and fear. I could have forced her to stay. I could have made sure she never walked
