dn’t find a clue why Luther killed Mr. Carpenter. He was innocent. Aft

vices, software development, and digital marketing. But those were the things only for the show. What they do, supplying illegal weapons

range,

w cruelly he had killed her husband? She still couldn’t believe that her husband had died

ared on my laptop screen. He had dark eyes, dark hair, chiseled cheekbones, and a five o’clock shadow. Beautiful, my inner voice blurted. He had th

he owner of Spraggins announced his engagement to Princess Winnifred on Christmas Eve.’ The re

incess of Ardenion. It was a small European state that was between France and Switzerland. When she turned seve

a nineteen-year-old girl! Oh my gosh! And w

laptop, leaned against the couch, thinking about the orphanage. Since Mr. Carpenter d

bbed my phone and glanced at the screen; it was my bro

ed hard as if he was r

row

king me this question?” I said,

“Noelle, pack your things.

xploded

you okay, Ned? You’re acting so wei

ur things. I’ll be there in an hour. I’ll tell you everyth

zy? Why are you t

er, we have to leave this c

I fr

panicked, “Ned..” before I could s

? Danger? His l

ed him back, but h

,

country because his

en my hands and sat dow

o my children if I

l happen

to the Orphanage?

ely, gets in my way,

my

acking. First, I stuffed a pair of clothes, then my Dad’s gifts which were books, jewelry, and toys. And last, my mother’s w

to my way? I descended the stairs with my bag, looking around. Neither was she in the living room nor the kitchen. I moved sile

hecking the time. It was almost an hour. I didn’t know why I packed my bag because I would

ugh the gates and halted right before me. The

his green eyes seemed tired as if he hadn’t slept last night. I walked up to him, and he

you?” I

a moment of pause, he said,

back, meeting

said, and turned h

ue eyes, red hair, and rosy skin. She looked like a porcelain doll. She was taller and thinner t

and thrice as I watch

Laura Devito!” I b

hing was getting

r hand for a handshake. “I’m not

and snapped my head to my brother. “What

and Winnifred. “She is my girlfriend,

nd today is their wedding!

d his face. “Do yo

hat? About t

Today is their wedding? She is supposed to be

her choice. She loves me. We love each other, Noe,” Ned spoke and glanced at her. “And...” He swallowe

hrobbing in my neck

nk twice to kill that innocent man. What would he be doing to my brother? My brother had his fiancée. His fucking fiancée! I glanced at Winnifre

country,” Ned inter

ard, I said,

ow what they wanted to do next? They knew nothin

love Winnie and I can do a

to sacrifice your

fices in love, Noe.

ell down my cheeks. “

Noe, and I won’t los

utes. He was a fool that he was messing with Luther. But it was also a question about his happin