NovelFastNo, that can't be right.
In their previous lives, Bridget and Kay never even met. Sylvia and Naomi had never laid eyes on Kay either. So
how could their deaths be connected to her?
And now, Bridget-after her accident left her disfigured and crippled-had lost her mind. The Simpsons had long
since checked her into a psychiatric hospital.
Just a few days ago, someone online posted about visiting her. Bridget was a mess, barely recognizable as
human anymore.
She hadn't managed to die, but her life was worse than death. Maybe this was the best kind of punishment for
her.
Honestly, with Kay's proud and untouchable personality, there's no way she'd have anything to do with someone
like Bridget.
But Sylvia pressed her fingers to her aching forehead, unable to make any of these things fit together.
Then four words popped into her mind: multi-million dollar deal.
In both lives, the only person linked to Kay was Rupert.
What if Edwin and Naomi's deaths had just been lies Rupert fed her? The thought was terrifying.
Sylvia's face paled, and she clutched her head, refusing to let her mind go any further.
The Garcia residence.
Chris pulled off his bloody disposable gloves, tossed them in the trash, and let out a long, exhausted breath.
He spotted the pack of cigarettes on the table, and for once didn't care about the house rules. He grabbed one,
lit up, and took a drag.
Blowing out smoke, he glanced over and joked, "Hey, | know a guy who sells life insurance. Wantto get you a
policy? Just putdown as the beneficiary."
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look almost villainous.
His torso was wrapped in bandages, sharp muscles showing through. He wore black dress pants and a matte
leather belt, coiled around his waist like a snake.
He gave off an unmistakable air of danger.
Rupert cupped his bandaged hand around his lighter and lit a cigarette, his voice low and calm. "It's not serious."
And it wasn't. Anyone could see that no one had dared to go too far.
But the way he acted-throwing himself right into harm's way without a second thought-was reckless as hell.
"You might be fine, but you scared
the hell out of everyone. That's your turf, and you went to bat for
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Chris pointed to himself, exasperated. What did he ever do to deserve this?
Rupert paused, biting his cigarette, smoke drifting around him, making him look even more inscrutable.
"She said she couldn't stand to be there another second. | helped her out."
"You-you-damn it!" Chris started pacing, unable to sit still. "Why are you helping Kay, anyway?"
Rupert shrugged. "Because of Reese."
Chris froze, the words hitting him like a slap.
Out in the hallway, Reese-who'd been hovering by the door, waiting to check on Rupert caught those words and
couldn't help but smile.
She felt a little guilty about Sylvia, but honestly, what woman wouldn't want her future husband to take her side?
That's just love, isn't it?
Rupert's partiality was exactly what Reese wanted.
She pressed her lips together, deciding she'd better talk to Sylvia tomorrow and explain everything.
With that, Reese turned and walked away from the study.
Back inside, Chris stubbed out his cigarette hard enough to nearly break the ashtray.
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Rupert didn't answer, which was answer enough.
"So what the hell does Kay really want?"
Chris's eyes were wide, burning with curiosity.
Rupert sat down, one hand resting on the armrest, the other holding his cigarette.
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