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No More Secrets: The Agent's Redemption

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 578    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

skies of Eastern Europe. My name was Gabrielle Johns, but for half a decade, I

aring over the Atlantic, heading home to suburban Virginia. Home to my husband, Matt

r emergencies," he' d said, his eyes, usually hard as granite, showing a rare

tended, high-risk consulting gig for an international corporation. A lie Matthew' s domineering mother, Rosalynn, had al

only learned about it through a heavily redacted report. She was wheelchair-bound, her speech limited. Th

eras I had installed years ago. A failsafe. A secret I never told anyone, no

e gleaming, expensive kitchen of our h

didn't reach her cruel eyes. She was holding a bowl. In a wheelchair, my mother, An

d was a sickening crack, even through the tiny phone speaker. She then force

tched. My bl

girl. She was on her hands and knees on the pristine marble f

' s voice was sickly sweet. "Now lick i

n to cry, her small body shaking.

the back of her

t-year-old daughter was forced to lick

knew well, a familiar companion from my years in the field. Bu

until the plastic groaned and cracked. The

was going to handle this

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No More Secrets: The Agent's Redemption
No More Secrets: The Agent's Redemption
“Five years of silence, a ghost in Eastern Europe for the CIA, and all I dreamt of was coming home to my husband and our daughter. My handler gave me a burner phone, a sliver of connection to the life I' d left. With trembling hands, I tapped into my home security feed, desperate for a glimpse of them. The flickering screen showed my elderly, stroke-ridden mother being slapped and force-fed spoiled mush. Then, my eight-year-old daughter, Molly, on her hands and knees. "Lick it up, you little brat," the nanny, Jennifer, sneered, kicking Molly, forcing her to clean spilled food off the marble floor. My blood ran cold, a primal scream trapped in my throat. I stormed through the door, only to be branded an intruder by Jennifer and her mother, Debra. My husband, Matthew, paralyzed by his manipulative mother Rosalynn' s control, watched as I was humiliated and assaulted in my own living room. They beat me, in front of my daughter, in the very house I' d fought to protect. How could the life I sacrificed everything for have become this twisted nightmare, where I was a stranger, an outcast in my own home? Just as despair threatened to consume me, a fleet of black SUVs swarmed the property, and my CIA handler, Andrew Blakely, walked in. He held up a tablet, and the unedited footage of my mother and daughter' s abuse began to play on our living room TV.”
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