My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Anyone in their right mind would know how serious it was to lose three children. Mr. Lawson's voice was trembling as he ran. He didn't even hear me tell him to wait before dashing into the house and up to the first floor.

Hendrix and I both sighed in unison. It was clear that Naomi had impersonated me to pick the children up.

Just then, me and Hendrix's phone rang at the same time.

He answered it, then hung up after a few minutes of silence. His expression was no more relaxed than it had been a moment before.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Jordan." Hendrix looked coldly out of the house at the vacant lot. "He asked us to come over for dinner."

Sure enough, villains colluded. When one showed up, the other would too.

Hendrix lifted his chin and pointed at my phone with a heavy sigh. "With such coincidental timing, there shouldn't be any harassment texts."

before seeing the

was not his. It must have been altered with a computer

Wynn had always been a clever kid. He knew how to call for help when he was

mouth quirked up uncontrollably at the thought. Then, I took Hendrix by the arm and headed back inside. "Get dressed! We're going to pick

it the same thing to pick up our boy as

was room for the occasional favoritism as long as they didn't always favor

knowledge after learning of Naomi's existence. Aurelia and Wynn were the two

were still young, so

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mother's love. A woman who offered them affection and companionship could easily

He could have asked Hendrix for assistance, but he

was not my first visit to Jordan's villa, I was in a different state

led us to the

was trying to bond and build trust with Aurelia in the other room holding a Napoleon cake that she had ordered from Black Angle earlier that day and was trying to feed her. Aurèlia,