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(SHAKESPEARE’S SONNET) “SO, is that how you got his heart? From the fictional past that you written yourself, Aria?” “Well, I am proud to tell you that, it is.” Aira’s cunning smile then draws on her face. Holding the expression of both excitements, and satisfaction from the thrill that she just did from the memories of the said past that is all nothing, but a fiction. “A fiction inside a non-fiction. Smart.”

He is powerful and reckless. What will happen with those two months? Will Amethyst live after two months? If Aivan wants her to love him, how can she love the person who just killed her boyfriend for no reason? --AUTHOR'S NOTE-- This is just a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual person, living or death, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

“You’re the funny one. You don’t like me anymore. “I can’t even compare to a strand of Seraphina’s hair. “Why do you feel that I should be hung up on you like I was in the past after you cheated on me?” All those years, I had been obedient. I rarely even spoke loudly. Aidan’s lips trembled, and his face turned pale after he heard my accusations. Aidan struggled to find words as the hot coffee had turned cold. After a while, he sobbed, “It’s… it’s not what you think. “I’ve never betrayed you before. I only treat Seraphina as my younger sister. “You know I have a dead younger sister named Anna Brown. I feel she looks like Anna, that’s why I…”

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r