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Emily trudged into the apartment, exhausted from the long day at work. She fumbled for the light switch, expecting the familiar warmth and comfort of her home. But as the lights flickered, she was met with an eerie silence. The apartment was dark and still, and for a moment, she wondered if Jackson wasn't home. But then, she heard the unmistakable sound of chuckles coming from Amelia's room. Emily's heart skipped a beat as she walked towards the door, her mind racing with questions. What was Jackson doing there? And why were they in a room together?

The text attached says “ This is what she looks like.” I can't care less about her. This is just father's sick way of managing the press. Ever since SHE went missing, three years ago. Shoving the thought back, I click on the image and momentarily, I forget to breathe. She's Stacy. The Stacy. My Stacy. The same girl I'd spent three years obsessing over. Long cinnamon hair that flows with the wind, bronze skin that shines golden beneath the morning light, freckles that coat her face in irregular patterns and brown eyes that leave me breathless every freaking time.

"We almost fell for your act! And you're still pretending now?" My arm fell limply. In my final moments of consciousness, all I hoped for was to never see Chelsea again—not in my next life, not ever. … Third-Person POV Meanwhile, after Patrick's mother's surgery was done, Chelsea went straight into the wedding with Patrick without missing a beat. But when the time came to exchange rings, her mind was filled with images of Wyatt. He had looked so haggard that day at the hospital, and she couldn't quite shake off the uneasiness within her.

Chelsea and I thought this was the end of everything after Mark's arrest, little did we know it's just not over yet. “I need some space alone, Aldrich” I heard her say, and I nodded once as I gave her the space she wanted. I watched her till she got to the room next to mine and I went back to the living room. I turned on the TV to watch one of my favorite show but I couldn't concentrate. My head seems blank with only Chelsea filling it. I was crazy, crazy for her and I knew it. I walked over the kitchen to make popcorn. Maybe with it, I'll be able to focus on my movie but it even kade it worse.

“I understand.” She turned to Stacy. “Prepare yourself. Rachel is about to enter the picture as the real villain. Make sure she takes the fall for everything.” My heart skipped. We left the abandoned house in silence, the weight of the conversation hanging between us. In the Uber back to the city, Stacy turned to me. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Yes,” I lied again. She studied me for a moment, then said quietly, “Kidnap and kill Zane. Do it fast. We can’t wait much longer.”

His presence has gone from making me feel like a giddy schoolgirl to an angry pit bull. "Chelsea, what are you talking about?" Christie asks edgily, still staring at me from where she stands in the hall. I began to speak, but not at her. My gaze is directed downward at Dave and Sebastian. "I’m talking about the filthy deeds of your billionaire husband and his devious partner!" "I beg your pardon, Chelsea!" Sebastian states. It was the first time I heard a high-pitched spike in his voice.

Stacy sat on the bed again, this time facing the bathroom door, she crossed her legs, and let the robe slip open exposing her breasts to the warm air emanating from the open fire, she knew this wouldn't change anything, she still dumped Mal in a letter that she left in her room, and no doubt he threw a fireball at her bed, but she was allowed to have some fun now and again, especially if it means having hot crazy sex with an Eagle-shifter before getting into a steamy bath and doing it all over again, Chloe stepped back into the bedroom and to the grateful surprise of Stacy she was wearing nothing but her crisp white stockings and garter, the orange light danced across her licorice toned fles

Stacy whispered. "Yes, I'm done. Let's go, I'm missing Daisy already,” Cherry agreed. "But first put me down, I will walk by myself,” She smiled affectionately at Stacy in an attempt to fire up Vanessa’s anger and jealousy cause Cherry never smiled at Vanessa one bit! But there she was smiling widely at another lady! As Stacy was heading out, a sudden searing pain shot through her back, causing her to wince and instinctively tighten her grip on Cherry's hand. In a swift motion, Cherry was forcefully pulled away from Stacy, prompting cries of protest from the startled girl.