The elder Scott’s mansion had always managed to terrify Brooke. It wasn’t just huge. It was like, the house had it’s own secrets, not including those of the evil man inside, and his pretty, pill-popping wife.
Even though the rain had stopped, the house still gave off an eerie appearance with it’s perfectly cut hedges, and precisely painted white walls. Brooke shot a look towards her handsome husband, who stood beside her, swallowing hard.
He was so good looking with his short blonde locks, and the un-tucked blue dress chemise fitted with a loose black tie. His dark pants covered his white...
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