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Caleb’s offer felt like the only straightforward thing in my life right now, even though it was a totally bad idea. “I… I don’t know,” I said, looking away. “I have to think about it.” He nodded, not pushing. “Take your time. The offer stands. Text me if you need anything. Even if it’s just to talk.” He gave me one last small smile and walked away, leaving me standing there with my thoughts spinning. I started walking back toward the penthouse, my feet moving on autopilot. The campus paths were busy with students heading to afternoon classes, but I barely noticed them. My mind kept replaying the sponsor’s words. Twenty-four hours. Pack your things. Return the keys.

Now we just had to survive the second half. Thirteen more weeks. Ninety-one days becoming sixty-five. Sixty-five days of stillness. Of trust. Of choosing to believe this would work. I could do sixty-five days.

“ It's been five years babe, I think that's enough time. Look, this is a bad idea ok? Trust me.” Thom Sinclair isn't someone who pretends to care about you if he doesn't, and I know he doesn't give a damn about me. The guy is scary, no doubt. He built a million dollar company from scratch so I understood his hesitation towards me at first, but it became ridiculous after time went by. I am not after the Sinclair's money.

Chapter 35: Final Message. A Message from Rebecca to You, Dear Readers Hello everyone. My name is Rebecca, and if you have followed my story all the way to this final chapter, I want to thank you deeply from the bottom of my heart. It means more to me than you will ever know that you took the time to read about my life, my struggles, my tears, and my eventual joy. Writing this message feels emotional because sharing my journey has been both painful and healing. I hope my words find you well, wherever you are in your own life right now.

May 9 of 2030 came in and Andrew, as he had always been for the last five years, woke up with a hangover. But that day, he woke up with the ID card in his hands kept safe in his chest. That was the only remnant that was left with him after the accident.

NORA I used the whole day to read books that I bought while traveling back and some time spent on business related stuffs. A lot of people had been having network issues and stuff, which I tried resolving from here because it’s weekend and all bankers are out to relax, so I did it myself without disturbing anyone. “Mi lady, the car is ready!” A knock came in on my door with my dad’s driver’s voice. “Alright, I’m coming,” I glanced at myself one last time in the mirror before grabbing my phone and purse and heading out.

POV Millie It’s here. The dreaded day of June 22nd has arrived like it does every year. I’ll get the sympathy texts from family like I do every anniversary. It’s bittersweet to receive the messages because I know it’s coming from a loving place but on the other hand, I’m the one that took my mom's life, it's sad and humiliating through and through. June 22nd is always the same routine, I cry myself to sleep the night before, wake up absolutely distraught like the event happened only hours ago, and play every minute of the day in my mind the same way it did that day. I go into self-destruction mode and watch the clock remembering what I was doing at that exact moment. For example, it’s curren

"If I intend to be the leader that I am, that I have come to be, I need to stop running. I need to face my fear, face my life and meet it head on." And like that, I took Sam's hand in an affectionate way, and walked out with her towards the waiting room, with Drea's bouncing steps following silently behind us. ∞∞∞ Ardent Love (cont.) Kait December 2nd, 1702, United Kingdom The day of the fire

It was dark and still when Lucas woke in his bedroom. The covers were like warm clouds, and he was engulfed. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but knew that he had quite the day ahead of him. After a few minutes of debating with himself, Lucas rose from his bed with the covers still wrapped around him and walked over to the window. This was a moment he wanted to soak in. He absorbed the chill radiating from the hard floor, and allowed the warmth of the covers to spread through his body. The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon, and the smell of coffee was looming from the automatic coffee maker in the kitchen. Lucas particularly enjoys sun rises more than sun sets, he believes the be

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."