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The Secrets They Hold

[WARNING : MATURE CONTENT] Every each person holds a dark and deep secret in their hands. And hers is a crime. ... Veda Ambrose, a supermodel who has gained both fame and wealth. She is a dream that every man desires and every woman craves to be. But who would have thought a perfect woman like her has been veiling the bitter secret in her palm the whole time? She messed with the wrong person in the past. Veda Ambrose committed a murder. A crime which she could never run away from forever. She even changed her name, moved her house and switched her car, just to hide from that perilous man, Edward Gable. Unintentionally, she killed his lover. It was not purposely. It was a mistake. But what she had done could not be changed. So she got an option to run away from him only. Still, he managed to discover her always. Not to mention the fact that Edward Gable is one of the crime lords. Now he has appeared in front of her after five years. He has come to make her repay for the crime she has wronged. However, Veda Ambrose refuses the fate and asks for help from another man instead. The man who can rescue her only in this tough situation, Lucius Ford.

Hera_Cordelia · Fantasy
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220 Chs

Can you understand my feelings?

"What do you mean?"

Veda furrowed her brows over the sight of the man aiming the gun at her. At the moment, she could only notice how everything was blurred. The white wall surrounded her and him in this situation. No one was around. Not even a stuff. They two were alone here together.

But the man had the pistol aiming at her. His eyes were dull, as if the soul had left the body already. "Lucius, could you please drop that? You are not in your right mind right now. Let's settle down and discuss over the issue. We can fix this together. We can do this together"

Unceasingly, tears uncontrollably scrolled down on the young woman's cheeks. The way she pleaded was a heartbroken sight for someone else to witness. Yet, Lucius stared into Veda's grey hazel eyes. This time, he felt nothing. Not even a hint of admiration.