Series: My Cult-Leader Husband Smashed a Porcelain Plate Over My Head to Steal My Apartment, but My 911 Call Triggered an Unstoppable Chain of Events

Part 1 I had bought the three-unit apartment building in downtown Eugene with my own savings before I ever joined the New Dawn Covenant. When [more…]

I sat in the sterile emergency room chair, the taste of metallic blood still lingering despite the stitches on my temple. Deputy Callahan stood opposite, [more…]

The attorney’s office was a modern space, all glass and concrete, a stark contrast to the rough-hewn timber and stained-glass of the covenant. My new [more…]

Marcus Gable’s eyes were sharp, scanning my reaction. He held up a small, worn notebook. “The New Dawn Covenant has significant landholdings,” he began, his [more…]

Back at my office, the air conditioning hummed, a stark contrast to the churning in my gut. Lydia hovered nearby, still reeling from the news [more…]

The following Tuesday, I was hunched over a bridge schematic when my supervisor, Mr. Henderson, cleared his throat at my cubicle entrance. He was usually [more…]

The taste of bitter coffee lingered as I walked through the covenant’s public administrative wing. My heart pounded against my ribs. I had dressed in [more…]

The *Eugene Times* hit the stands with a thud that echoed through Lane County. I bought a copy at the corner store, my fingers trembling [more…]

The news of Malachi’s impending arrest sent a ripple of panic through the covenant. I felt a fleeting sense of triumph, but it was quickly [more…]

With the lockout thwarted, I wanted to ensure there were no other hidden surprises. I arranged for a full structural inspection of my building, pretending [more…]