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But my hands moved on their own, reaching for it, picking it up with shaking fingers. The screen was dark, but as I held it, a notification lit up. A text message from Clara to someone named Victoria: "Did exactly what I planned. Miguel completely believes she did it. And the best part? She almost told him about Mum. But I cut her off before she could ruin everything. Poor Mara. She has no idea I orchestrated my own disappearance. She thinks this is all some accident. She's so predictable." The room tilted.

As the harsh, orange glow of the streetlamp illuminated his profile, she saw him clearly for the very first time. She distinctly heard her own heartbeat skip a fatal, terrifying rhythm in her chest. Stella pulled his oversized jacket tighter around her shivering shoulders as she made a silent, unshakeable vow. She was a woman who always dared to seize exactly what she desired. She wanted Ethan Caldwell. And in her world, there was nothing Stella Vane could not have.

“Thank you for being the bride I never wanted… but the wife I desperately needed.” I kissed him, heart full. “And thank you for becoming the man I always dreamed of.” We were finally happy. Truly happy. And as our baby grew inside me, I knew our story was just beginning. Happily Ever After Begins — Emma tells Alexander she’s pregnant (already known, but emotional confirmation + commitment).

I hope you were listening. The End

Picking out a black lingerie piece with heels, I go to the mirror, where my eyes immediately go to the bruise marks on my neck, and I try to stop the tears and instead focus on applying my makeup. I lost count of how many weeks it has been since Sean took me and forced me to be his personal pet here. The only thing I am thankful for is that he has never let any man touch me, unlike the other girls I've met here. Sean is the only one who takes advantage of me declaring that I am his girl, and it makes me sick to the core, every time he touches me.

He sat back and that was when she begins to grind her ass against his thighs, she breathed slowly that it was almost sounding like a moan. She was in the same motion for a long time and in a swift, she popped his shirt open, he was still, if she wants to take on then he'll let her, he doesn't want to listen to stories about taking advantages of her tomorrow. He set his phone recorded and also made sure the CCTV camera was fully on them. "I want you, can I?" She looked up at him but didn't yet any response. Sharon crashes her lips on his lips and sucked on his plump lower lips whilst grinding on his bulgy dick so hard like some professional.

It was breathtaking. Harris leaned closer, capturing her lips again. Sarah couldn't think of anything else. She'd never kissed anyone else like she had with him. All her thoughts disappeared as their kiss became even more intense. Every fiber of her being was focused on Harris. His taste and smell were intoxicating, and every part of her wanted more. She felt dizzy and weak, as the world seemed to fade away. All she could focus on were Harris's lips on hers. His hands stroked her hair, caressing her face.

“So can we give up for now?” “Yeah we can. I’m actually pretty hungry. Do you want to just stay since the weather is pretty crazy out there.” She asks with sly smirk on her face. “Yeah, I will. Should we order from Della’s?” “YES!” “The same as always?” “Um yeah how do you remember?” “I always remember with you.” “Ok, well everyone else is out so do we want to just hit up the movie room.” “What the fuck you have a movie room?”

for her, how she owed him. He would twist everything, like he always did. So she would play the part. She always did. Ashley grabbed the black card from the counter and walked to the door, her hands gripping the handle tightly before she stepped out into the world, wearing the mask she had perfected over the years. The perfect wife. The grieving mother. The woman who was slowly disappearing. *** The boutique assistant hovered nearby, her hands clasped as she awaited Ashley’s decision. The dress was beautiful sleek, black, elegant. It fit her like a glove, hugging her curves in all the right places. A high slit ran up one side, exposing just enough leg to be considered alluring but still soph