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“But before that, she’ll try to break me. Let her come. Let her try. It's going to hurt and you're going to fight. I'm going to push you away as much as I can, but you are going to need to stay with me. You're going to need to focus on my voice, on me, Carter, not on her.” Suddenly, Carter lunged, eyes glazed over, face twisted in pain and confusion. He grabbed me by the throat, shoving me back hard against the wall. “Lysandra!” Damon shouted. Delilah screamed. But I didn’t flinch. His claws scraped my skin, drawing blood. And I smiled. “This is the best you’ve got?” I hissed. “Come on, Tatiana. Show me who you really are. I thought that you were stronger than this. Is this the reputation th

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I replied. "Oh?! His girlfriend also studies here?" He asked, looking surprised. Oh, damn. They have already met Wyatt's fake girlfriend. "Uhm, h-he got a new girlfriend," I said. "Really? So, Aida and Wyatt broke up?" He asked. I nodded, "Y-Yeah." "That's sad," he pouted. "She looks a lot like you." "Who?" I asked. He looked at me, "Aida." "You like her?" I smiled.

Delicate, maddening gestures. Why now? He hadn’t said a word since that gala. No texts. No calls. Not even a friend request. And now suddenly it was this? My stomach twisted. Denial. Maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe it was Elena or Karissah being sentimental. Or a client thanking me. Maybe it was coincidence,,,some secret admirer with uncomfortably specific taste. I opened my laptop and Googled him, fingers flying before I could talk myself down. "Damien Von Adler wife Vivienne Vasquez."

“Get me the files, or I’ll find someone who will.” I heard a sigh on the other end, then the click of keys. “Alright, give me a day. I’ll get you what you need.” I ended the call and stared at the blank screen of my phone. Aiden had built me. He had constructed my entire life from grief and manipulation, but now he had no idea that I was going to tear it all down. Every last piece of his perfect puzzle. I wasn’t just Caitlin Roe anymore. I wasn’t even Caitlin Gallagher.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them. Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches. 'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused. He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.

Even though she had been Aiden's manager for three years, even the previous manager was the same as Chloe who didn't know anything. As his feet stepped into the elevator, the smell of women's perfume wafted up. Aiden who stood with a calm pose, made a group of women whisper to each other while glancing at him. "He's Aiden Supernova, right? The famous model who became a supporting actor in the movie Bad Boy From Las Vegas." Whispered the blonde haired woman to her three female friends. "I don't know, but it looks very similar." Said the woman with black hair in a ponytail.

whispered the man. The man had just seen the photos sent to his cell phone by someone for him. It was very newest photos, just a few minutes ago, a photo that he could no longer deny to be true. Photo of a man was kissing a young girl in a car. A man who he knew as Skandar Alexander Hemingway, the famous main heir of the Chagall Corporation. He did not care who the billionaire conglomerate kissed a woman to, he did not care. What he strongly denies and he could not believe was the identity of the girl. The girl whom he kissed.

So he already has a negative mark in my book. With two minutes to spare, a tall man just slightly shorter than myself and not a boy at all walks through my doorway (without knocking, I might add); a second negative second mark. He greets me, introduces himself as Aiden, and apologies for being late. Explains he could not gain entrance onto the estate. I stare at him, look him up and down quickly, eyebrow raised, and on the inside, I am blushing. I'll admit he catches me off guard, but I'll never show it. He was not what I was expecting. He is wearing a tight white button-up collar t-shirt with a skinny black tie. The t-shirt is sheer and a bit see-through, and I notice he has a tattoo on his