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To ensure that she would have absolute authority, I sold the family heirloom that Mom left me and used all the money I had to help her become the biggest shareholder. Looking back on the past, I realized that the wonderful love that I shared with Grace had just been a massive illusion. Everything that she did was just a part of her scheme. I eventually fell asleep to the sound of the rain and thunder. … Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. I had no idea what Clarence did, but Grace stopped contacting me. I held up my hand and counted down the days with my fingers. There were only three days left before I would be free.

The things he never said out loud but that felt true anyway. What was all of that? What was I? My lips opened. No sound came out. Only one word screamed through my whole body, over and over and over What? And quietly, without any noise at all, without anyone around me knowing,My heart broke.

_________ Sophia I finally broke and told Grandpa everything; every feeling I’d buried, every ache I never dared to name. But still, Sareena came first. I sat there with my heart wide open, voice trembling, hoping for anything. Maybe a flicker of warmth, a single kind word. Anything to prove I mattered too. But Grandpa didn’t even look at me. He made some bullshit excuse and left. Leaving me sitting there like a fool. Now I’m curled up on a stiff cot in this concrete box, staring at the ceiling as if it might answer back. The air reeks of rust and regret. No one talks to me. No one visits. It feels like I’ve already been erased.

"Daddy, can you come home earlier next time? I missed you so much." "Daddy, when I grow up, I'll buy you a huge house." "Daddy... will I even grow up?" "Don't cry, Daddy. I love you." Now she lay there, silent. No more voice. No more warmth in her hand. It felt like my heart had been ripped out slow, piece by piece. Regret and despair crushed my chest until I could barely breathe. In the end, only one thing was left. "Stella, I love you too."

After dinner, Martin was called by his father to the study to discuss work, while I went to the room Martin had when he was young. There was a diary on the bookshelf. I had never opened it out of respect before, but now I was unwilling to give up even the slightest clue. The first page of the diary featured a photo of me in a pure white wedding dress, my head lowered, looking a bit sad. Behind the photo was a delicately written phrase—My First and Only.

“And for the records, I'm not avoiding you. I just don't wish to talk to you,” There's a pause. His expression falters, eyes lurking at me– there's something there but I don't wait to suss it out fully. I look away. Like heck, he needs to know that every damn thing can't always go the way he wants it. Everything it's not about Killian Ravenford and his stupid ego. And unlike him, I won't just sit idly by and talk about why two grown people should have sex or not. It happened, it is what it is, I'm not about that life.

His voice, however, remained calm as he reassured me, “I’d never do that! I love you more than anything.” I smiled but said nothing. I wasn’t about to argue. Instead, I downed the glass of milk in front of him. Then, I reached out, grabbing his face. My gaze locked onto his as if I were saying goodbye. “Don’t forget what you said, Henry.” Henry hesitated for a moment as he stood to leave. He glanced back at me, as though he had some sense of what I was really feeling, but he walked out eventually. His footsteps faded, and as soon as my parents and Henry were gone, I stumbled into the bathroom, forcing myself to throw up until I was dizzy and weak. It took all my strength to get back on my fe

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I shivered, but it had nothing to do with the cold December night, and everything to do with his eyes roaming over me. "We need to talk." he said and he turned around and walked back in flicking his cigarette away as the door closed behind him. I stood there staring at the door he had disappeared behind feeling alone and more confused than ever. What the fuck is this guys deal? He finds me on F******k, sends one message questions, disappears for weeks, then pops back up asking me to dance and telling me we need to talk, before disappearing before I can even respond. Again I'm left thinking what the fuck?

She took a deep breath and cried loudly: “I didn’t steal the necklace… I did not hurt Sofia… I did not do anything wrong…” “Lydia…” murmured Mr. Lanchester, in a shock. “Why is it always me??? Why do I get punished?? What have I done wrong??? How have I hurt them??? I can’t bear it anymore!!! It was cold!! It was scary!!! Father!!!! I can’t bear it anymore! I want mommy!!! I want mommy back!!! I can’t bear it… I can’t… I am scared………” Tears escaped her eyes like a damp, her eyes turned red and flaming, her hands covered her face and her jaws were clenched tightly.