My Billionaire Lover
My environment is everything that surrounds me and influences the way I live, think, and grow. It includes my home, my neighborhood, the people around me, and the natural world. The environment plays an important role in shaping my daily life and teaching me valuable lessons about responsibility and care.
The place where I live is calm and welcoming. My home provides me with comfort and safety, making it easier to focus on my studies and personal goals. Around my house, there are trees, open spaces, and clean streets that create a peaceful atmosphere. Seeing greenery every day makes me feel relaxed and refreshed, especially after a long or stressful day.
My neighborhood is an important part of my environment as well. The people around me are friendly and supportive, and we often help one another. This sense of community teaches me the importance of cooperation and kindness. When neighbors work together to keep the surroundings clean and safe, it creates a healthy and positive environment for everyone.
The natural environment also has a strong impact on my life. Trees provide fresh air, birds add beauty with their songs, and sunlight gives energy to all living things. I have learned that protecting nature is essential for our survival. Pollution, littering, and cutting down trees harm the environment and can cause serious problems for future generations. Because of this, I try to do my part by saving water, avoiding waste, and keeping my surroundings clean.
My environment has taught me many valuable lessons. It has shown me that small actions can make a big difference and that caring for our surroundings is everyone’s responsibility. A clean and healthy environment leads to a better quality of life and a brighter future.
In conclusion, my environment is an importae.
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Chapter: Chapter 5Three days. Whoever had written that message had thrown down an ultimatum, and now the countdown was on loud enough to drown out everything else. I slept very little that night. Each creak in the walls, each buzz from my phone seemed to make me jump because someone was standing just behind me, watching and waiting. The following morning, I entered the estate with eyes wide open. No longer merely a planner. No longer playing nice. I had proof now—a file titled Vanessa, a forged signature, and the knowledge that something much more sinister was percolating beneath this wedding. But I still didn't know what was on that flash drive Aarav took. He stood waiting for me by the east terrace, where the florists were constructing mockups for the centerpieces on the tables. He did not smile when he spotted me. "We need to talk," I said, pushing past a pyre of hydrangeas. He nodded, glancing around the room. "Not here." We ducked into the greenhouse—the one spot not plugged into the teeth wi
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Chapter: Chapter 4I once thought that weddings were safe havens. Sites where love prevailed, no matter for a moment. Now, strolling through the Whitmore estate, every gilded entrance and velvet curtain seemed like a trap. A stage set for betrayal. Claire greeted me outside the greenhouse that afternoon, glancing over our shoulders before waving me inside. Rosemary and damp moss filled the air. I couldn't get my breath until she said something. "I have something," she whispered. "But you won't like it." My heart constricted. "What now?" She gave me a keycard. "Selene's private study. I've been monitoring her. I know when she's away. There's a drawer she has locked—bottom one, all the way on the left. If we're going to find out what really happened to Vanessa, we'll find it there." I looked at the keycard. "You're asking me to break into her study?" "She broke into your life first. It's time to fight back." That evening, I went back to the estate with a reason prepared on my lips—a lie regarding sw
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Chapter: Chapter 3Selene smiled at me as if we were long-time friends. It was the sort of smile that made me think of my favorites among those expensive knives advertised on late-night television—dazzling, alluring, and made to cut cleanly through you with nothing left behind. “Rhea,” she sang, draping an arm across my shoulders as she pulled me through the bridal suite, “I have to admit, you’ve done wonders. The florist, the lighting, even the monogrammed cocktail stirrers? Brilliant.” I forced a polite smile. “Glad to hear you’re satisfied.” “Mm. Satisfied isn’t quite the word,” she purred, her tone tipping toward something more performative than genuine. Her perfume was overpowering—something stinging, floral, pricey. It stung my eyes. I played along. At least until I knew what game I was playing. She escorted me to a table laden with swatches, bridesmaid party jewelry choices, and three color-coded mood boards. I had set them all out, of course. Selene hadn't done a thing. "I'm thinking we r
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Chapter: Chapter 2I didn't cry. I reminded myself that it did matter. It was almost four in the morning when I abandoned sleeping. The city outside my apartment window continued to hum, always too active for sleep. I pulled on a cardigan, sat on the windowsill, and read the message the hundredth time. STAY OUT OF IT OR YOU'LL. Who in hell was the last one? I poked around my memories—names, gossip, throwaway remarks Selene made. Nothing came to mind. No discernment, only fear. A creeping realization that I was in something larger than a wedding and much more deadly than office politics. My phone buzzed again, and I jumped. But it was only Claire. CLAIRE HAYES: I know it's late. You okay? RHEA: Strange night. Coffee in the morning okay with you? CLAIRE: Always. 9 at Irving Farm? I sent a thumbs-up emoji, then put my phone on lock and lastly slid off the sill. Otherwise, I'd be looking like I'd aged five years by morning. But when I was about to switch off the light, I picked up a pen and jotted
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Chapter: Chapter 1They say New York chews you up and spits you out if you're not paying attention. I always thought I was exempt. I was the one who nipped back. But standing in the gold-plated ballroom of the Whitmore mansion, observing a battalion of florists running about as Selene Whitmore scrolled through her phone with an air of owning the world, I wasn't so sure anymore. My heels echoed on the marble as I walked to her, clipboard in tow, nerves tingling under my skin like radio interference. Selene did not lift her head. "Selene," I spoke, tone measured, calm years of customer service sewn into my voice. She raised her eyes. "You're five minutes behind schedule." "I was checking to see if your floral arches had come. Your orchids you'd ordered from Singapore were held up in customs. I got some people to work on it. They'll be there by tonight. She blinked, as if mildly impressed but not really wanting to be. "Fine. See that they're perfect. Aarav detests flaws." The manner in which she'd sai
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