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"So explain this. Why do these reports not match the hundred tests you handled?" Her face drained. Her legs buckled, and she hit the floor. "No! You faked them! It's so easy now!" Like she'd grabbed a lifeline, she spun to the reporters. "This woman's crazy! I'm her closest friend—why would I hurt her? Her husband's with her day and night. He knows her best. Even he says she's insane!" The reporters nodded. "Exactly!" "These can be faked! The first hundred tests said they were mother and daughter!"

She was the perfect example—deemed too ruthless, too sharp-edged for a Don's woman. Once she understood that, a chill crept over her skin. The man she had loved for ten years was, at his core, a profoundly selfish and narcissistic Don. "What are you thinking about?" Roland's gentle voice pulled her back. "I was thinking… If back then," she said quietly, "when you tried to stop me from following him, if I hadn't argued with you and had actually listened and walked away… Would things have turned out differently?" It was a hypothetical that came years too late.

"We're done. I gave you ten years and ten shots. While I nursed your mom, you were locking lips with Julian. Every time I planned an engagement, you ditched me. I'm a person, not your toy. Why did you string me along if you couldn't commit?" I'd always kept my cool, raised to be polite. But that just got me walked over, again and again. My decency was seen as a weakness. Their expressions all shifted. Felicity clung to my hand, desperate. "Make it clear. You can't just throw away those ten years." I laughed, turning it back on her. "Who threw it away? You posted with him, never explaining." "Julian took my phone and posted it," she argued, her veins pulsing.

"Evelyn, if there’s a chance..." "Arthur, please," Evelyn interrupted gently, her voice cracking slightly. She looked at Julian, her old friend, who knew exactly how much pain she had already endured in secret. "What are the realistic odds, Julian? Don't give me the brochure version." Julian sighed, sliding his hands into his pockets. He looked remarkably human in that moment, the sterile doctor persona fading away. "Ten percent, Evelyn. Maybe fifteen if your heart stays strong through the first cycle. It won't cure you. But it could buy you an extra year. Maybe two."

On every previous proposal, she'd refused me, saying that her childhood friend, Ronald Shaw, hadn't married yet, and she couldn't break their promise. I used to believe that even if she graded me from zero, by the hundredth time, I would've gotten a perfect score, and she'd finally agree. So, I chose to propose for the hundredth time on my 30th birthday, hoping to start a new decade and a new chapter with her. I had assumed she would say yes without a doubt this time. But she turned me down again, just as decisively as before. I got to my feet and faced her clearly annoyed expression. I decided to ask again, partly just to give myself a chance to finally let go.

I need to heat up my mate and maybe, just maybe, she will purr for me again. *** Don't think I forgot about Rondy. He's about to heat up his dead vampire in Part 8.

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My chest felt tight, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe. There were a hundred confession records and a hundred different rejection responses. The only thing they all had in common was that every single one mentioned a third person's name—Lillian Rosewood. Beryl sighed, her expression grim. "Lillian is his unforgettable first love, the she-wolf he has always kept in his heart. But she's an Omega. She's too lowly in status to be with my brother." I locked the phone screen. "What's there to miss about an old wolf who rejected my confessions a thousand times? The young wolf I'm going to mate with this time is much better."

On the third day of our captivity in the abandoned cannery, Adrian finally found me with his private security team. I clutched five-year-old Leah in my arms and stumbled toward the light. My coat had long since been torn to shreds, the soles of my feet were mangled by broken glass, and Leah curled against my chest, burning up with fever. Vera looked relieved to see me alive, but then suddenly turned and walked toward the kidnappers. "Vera, come back!" My voice was already hoarse from screaming. "They won't keep their word even after they get the money. Leah still has a fever. We need to call the police and get her to a hospital!" Adrian wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice almost breaking. "They added a last-minute condition. They won't release you and Leah unless another woman stays behind. Vera volunteered to trade herself for your freedom." Several masked men shoved Vera into an SUV. Through the window, she gave me a reassuring smile before the door slammed shut. I ran after them screaming, but my legs gave out and I fell into the mud. Adrian barely glanced back at me before ordering the driver, "Take Elena to the hospital. I'll bring Vera back." I clutched Leah to me, on my knees in the cold wind, haunted by the beatings, threats, and darkness of the past three days. I couldn't bear to imagine what Vera would suffer in my place. Leah suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, "Mommy, I heard Daddy's thoughts again. "He said the show is finally over. Now Vera can be the real Mrs. Cole without feeling like she owes you anything." So the kidnapping was real. The injuries were real. Only the so-called rescue and exchange were fake. I coughed up blood, and over Leah's terrified cries, I heard a mechanical voice I hadn't heard in ten years. [Host, do you wish to abandon your original world and remain permanently in the current world?]

The only difference that set us apart was the fact that I pursued him for five long years. I was just about to leave when I received a text message from Julian. "I'll be waiting for your 100th proposal tomorrow." I smiled faintly before blocking his number and deleting every last trace of him from my contacts. After bidding all my colleagues goodbye, I left the company with my suitcase in hand and headed straight for the airport. ... The next day, Julian kept his word and appeared at city hall in a sleek suit.

“Don’t worry. This is the last time. You have my word. It will never happen—” I lifted my arm and interrupted him. “Go. I’m honestly not bothered, really!” Tears streamed down my cheeks. The tears didn’t come from a place of sadness. This was the hundredth time August delayed the mating ritual. I was free at last! As August walked away in relief, I breathed easy. Never again would I have to watch them wrapped up in their affection. My world no longer revolved around August. I didn’t have to play the part of his loving mate, bending to his will.

"Mark, ten years. Every damn second of those ten years—when didn't she love you? Tell me that. How do you even deserve—how do you deserve someone like Jenna loving you that long?" She didn't wait for an answer. Just shoved him out of the bar. Outside, the neon lights hit like prison bars—sharp, cold, and closing in. He couldn't even see his love anymore. That's when it hit him. Ten years married, and not once had he really talked to Jenna. Not once. Every moment was her trying not to upset him. Her breaking down behind a locked door so he wouldn't hear her cry. Mandy's voice wouldn't stop ringing in his head.

Thor took the letter with trembling hands and tore it open, unable to wait another second. There were only a few lines inside. "Thor, I'm leaving. Let's never contact each other again. I wish you and Lina happiness. Please erase me completely from your memory. I'll do the same. Let's seal away our past forever." When he finished reading, the color drained from his face. His body went limp, collapsing onto the sofa as if the ground had been pulled out from under him. The pain that spread through him was raw, suffocating—so vivid it felt almost physical.

Since he couldn't find me, he then forced me to contact him on my own. How heartless could he be? I let out a breath and wiped my tears. "I'll never apologize! You're angry after waiting for me at City Hall for one day… Then what about me? I have waited for you a hundred times! I won't marry you anymore. You can marry whoever you want! I wrote that piece for you… But you gave it away! We're done!" Theodore couldn't react to everything and simply yelled back angrily, "Ellena! Just when are you going to stop this madness? Come back and…"

The guards look at me like I've lost it. [Hector, I can't reach you. I'm losing my mind.] [They say if you bleed enough, the person you miss will appear in your dreams. So every night I cut my skin. It hurts, but the more I bleed, the happier I feel—because then I dream of you.] ... Ten thousand messages, all the same unhinged rambling. One thing was clear—Donna's mind was gone.

"You couldn't tolerate me showing Elena even the slightest affection, yet you can accept Vito sleeping with another woman? "It's only been a few months, and you already love him this much? What am I then? What about our ten years together?" I gave a soft, mocking laugh. "Ten years didn't stop you from changing the moment Elena appeared. So what right do you have to question me?" I closed my eyes, my face twisting as if in pain. After a long pause, I spoke again. "Come with me to see Vito one last time. After that, I'll give him up completely."

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hello guys, thank you so much for reading my book, this is now a complete book and I understand some of you might want closure on why she actually chose Ahmad. Ibrahim has a love interest who was engaged but her engagement got canceled and they ended up together. Ibrahim doesn't love her and is just following his father's wishes, while Ahmad on the other hand has always and will always love her. he just wanted to respect the relationship she already started having with his brother I wanted to write a scene where Ibrahim discovers he is glad she chose Ahmad but decided to just explain it here, I hope you enjoyed the book, thank you for reading. I love you all so much.

Not all love stories are meant to happen, people leave together for several years , only to wake up one day and realise, it was never love :( Dear Readers, I'm overwhelmed to complete my 100th chapter here, but my heart breaks for my lovely Maya and Tazz, please keep up with their journey, giving them hope and love always. Thankyou for your love, please share your feedbacks and leave comments, that's what encourages us authors. All Hearts !!