When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

"Hypnotize? A snap of the fingers, and you cry when told to cry, laugh when told to laugh?"

"Melanie, have you caught whatever bug Clyde's got? Lost your marbles?"

Warren looked at me as though I had two heads, and I just rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone.

"Look, this is Rachel, her outfit and all, pretty much a carbon copy of my old style."

"And the stuff she's buying, it's all right up my alley."

"You think she's trying to mimic you, to convince Clyde she's you?"

Warren pondered for a moment, his gaze shifting between me and the phone screen.

I nodded vigorously.

So, if Clyde's noggin wasn't scrambled, maybe, just maybe, it was some sort of mind trick?

I know it sounds far-fetched, but isn't it said that art imitates life, and sometimes transcends it?

He gave me a look that screamed 'I can't even' before glancing back at the phone.

"Did Rachel study psychology?"

I shook my head.

"Does she know Clyde was gonna get hit by that frisbee?"

shook my

a magician's apprentice

my

look

the pile of

juicy piece of gossip would thrust the Patterson Group into the eye of a storm. Online, Clyde was being lambasted left and right, and past mistakes

our darling Suzie for some flash-in-the-pan starlet,

anniversary, right? I remember his wife was all over

eat its cubs, but this guy? Disowns his kid,

can the Patterson Group's buildings be anything but shoddy? No way

there was a

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a line,

his misuse of poveree

a fling. FindNovel.net

check; I knew the Patterson Group's stocks were

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departments all

Patterson Group's PR was scrambling to

was lukewarm at best, offering

as I got home from the hospital, I received a call from

the board

chat where board members were ripping