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My favorite. I grab the cold can, pop the tab, and take a long sip. The sweet taste grounds me a little. I wander further into the suite and push open the bedroom door. A massive king-sized bed dominates the room, draped in sleek black silk sheets that look cool and slippery under the dim lights.

Ignoring the tears in his eyes, I turned and walked away. A week later, Orion Corp officially went bankrupt and began liquidation. The news was everywhere. By then, I was relaxing on a beach. Keaton had gotten one thing wrong. It was never the Northern Lights I wanted. It was always the ocean. I smiled to myself and took another sip of coconut water. Whether he ever figured that out... Didn't matter anymore.

Post that, Alessia had dominated the evaluation charts with ease, rising to Number One- a position that once used to belong to Thirteen; the same one she had claimed so effortlessly in her first month here it was almost like a birthright. But now, it's Alessia's. And unlike Thirteen, she likes to use her 'power' well- evident from the cult of respect she has garnered in the house. At her criticism, Bria grows a little quiet, until Elisa leans in closer, curious, prodding. "So you're going out with Raffa now? That must be why he would tell you something like that; anything at all," she says. "Well, he's definitely more available than Leone," Bria responds, defensive at being called out so ope

“Can today get any worse?” I slowly found my way down to the kitchen, hoping to get some alcohol to calm my nerves. I looked around at how expensive his kitchen gleamed and wondered if he did anything here. “Gosh, his kitchen is so beautiful, it's just a pity… too bad the owner isn't pretty on the inside.” While ransacking the wine cabinet. “Finally — my favorite. Merlot. It's been long. I remember how I fell in love with you, and it's so good to see you again.” which my lips got talking to the non object but it gave me peace.