Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1227

Maja's bodyguards, who were also tasked by the Dark Web to keep tabs on her, stepped out of the car, ready to approach. But Maja waved them off. She took a quick glance at her sister's workplace, not wanting to stir up any trouble there.

"Annie, come here," Maja called softly.

Annie brushed past Conner and stood in front of her sister. "Sis, can't you just listen to me this once? Let's go back home, please. Even without Emmery, I can keep you safe, I promise. I'm begging you."

Maja's eyes welled up with tears. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a necklace she'd prepared earlier, gently placing it around Annie's neck. "I planned to rescue you, but it looks like you were safe all along. I just wanted to see with my own eyes that you were okay.

"Your birthday's coming up, and I won't be there to celebrate it with you. Let this necklace be my birthday gift to you."

Maja lightly caressed the pendant, her eyes filled with sadness. "Annie, I've made peace with the idea of dying. Living alone is hard; there's longing, there's pain, there's loneliness. If the day comes when I'm not around anymore, let this necklace remind you of me."

Her eyes turned cold as she looked at Conner. "I still won't forgive you."

turned away and got into the car, not

her. But Maja was already in the car, and the doors were

her eyes as she watched her

exhausted and helpless, watching her sister's car disappear. "Conner, why didn't you help me keep my sister here?" Annie asked, her voice

replied, "If she'd stayed, the Dark Web's hitmen would have killed

"Why?"

she knows too much. The Dark Web won't let her live." Maja knew her fate was

felt lost, sinking down in defeat. "I wanted to protect both of you, but it

stepped closer, gently lifting her to her feet. "Don't worry, Annie. I'll protect

...

the Cedillo family household, even Henry's nap was a

the door. "Mia, Andre, how's the little one?" "Mia dear, is my grandson asleep?" "Mia, is my nephew crying again? Has the swelling

her