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“God! I just want to call my boyfriend now and break up with him! Maybe I should. Just rip off the bandage.” “Doesn’t always work. Not in your case,” he said. “You were with him for all the wrong reasons. You were trying to please your mother. Now, be brave enough to do the right thing this time. If you can end up as friends, then that just might cushion the blow for your Mom.” Adrienne drank another daiquiri. Her world seemed to be spinning now. She turned back to Jin. “You’re too wise for a twenty-three year old.”

I'm going to kill you, you b*tch! The scene completely descended into chaos. The two women rolled across the ground fighting each other. Hair was torn out, clothes were ripped apart, and screams filled the air. After Diana exhausted herself, she climbed off Mia, panting heavily. The makeup on her carefully maintained face was ruined, and her hair was in complete disarray. She suddenly threw herself at my feet and clung to my leg. "Celeste, I was wrong to accuse you! Please don't call off the engagement! The Alvarez family can't lose you, and it certainly can't lose the McKenna family!"

A Bad Idea Irina spent the entire weekend avoiding Kyle. Or at least attempting to. The first mistake was checking her phone. The second was realizing she was disappointed every time it wasn’t him. The third was admitting it. Even if only to herself. By Sunday evening she had convinced herself that a little distance was healthy. Necessary. Smart. After all, Kyle George represented everything she should avoid. Another powerful man. Another risk. Another opportunity to get hurt. The logic was sound.

Julian waited. "I thought: he will do this. He will marry the wrong woman because I asked him to, and he will run the company and maintain the alliance and he will be competent and dutiful and miserable for thirty years, and it will be my fault, and I will have done to him exactly what my father did to me." The room was very still. Julian looked at his father. "Your father arranged your marriage," Julian said slowly.

Even as they took Agnes away, she was still cursing at me for being an ingrate and complaining to my employees about how evil I was to her. A young officer frowned and intervened, saying, "You're under investigation for attempted murder and drugging your own granddaughter for forced prostitution… With all the evil deeds you've done, how do you have the nerve to cry injustice?" Finally understanding the situation, all my employees shot me a look of sympathy.

“Personally? I want Bruno to pay for what he did. But I don’t want you to lose yourself either. You’re already falling behind with school and…” “Can we not?” I snapped, harsher than intended. The reminder of how badly I was failing—academics, friendships, everything—was a bruise I didn’t need pressed right now. Ariana’s smile flickered, then returned gently. “Fine. Look, do whatever makes you happy. If you wanna fake-date Adrian, fine. If you wanna fuck Adrian, also fine…” “Oh God, stop.” My stomach churned. She grinned wickedly. “See? You’re already thinking about it.”

At that same moment, not far from her house, her new husband; Ethan Newton, gripped his steering wheel in fury, his car cutting through the night traffic toward the quiet apartment where Ava sat, completely unaware that two storms were racing toward her from opposite directions. Ethan’s jaw was tight, his knuckles white against the leather wheel. The report his assistant had handed him still burned in his mind; a single mother, middle-class background, secrets. “She played me,” he muttered, pushing past a red light. “She knew exactly what she was doing.” Lawrence’s amused laughter still echoed in his head from their earlier call: “You’re telling me you married the wrong woman? Ethan, that’s

The looks they cast at the man turned strange and uncomfortable. The general manager himself seemed so stunned by our show of force that he stood there speechless for a long while. When he finally snapped out of it, he started shouting, "You useless idiots! Why didn't any of you call the police just now? What am I paying you for? All of you, get lost!" It was clear he was the same kind of person as Poppy—someone who had risen to a position their character and understanding never deserved. People like that were bound to fall sooner or later. Of that, I was absolutely certain.