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I was four again. And something was coming.

She spent years believing she was too big to love. Her husband forced her on the scale every morning, controlled every meal, and made her feel disgusting in her own skin. Until the night she caught him buried deep inside another woman, laughing about how he could barely stand to touch her. Heartbroken and drunk, Liza walked into a motorcycle club looking for somewhere to disappear, Instead she found a man who looked at her soft body like it was something to worship. One reckless night left her feeling wanted for the first time in years. She thought that would be the end of it. Then she met the four powerful Carter brothers — cold, charming, dominant, and dangerous without knowing they

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It had only just begun. THE END.

I opened my mouth to speak only for Four to hold his hand up which held a frying wand. "Yesterday is in the past, lets draw a line underneath it and we don't have to talk about it again. I want to move on and forget about it okay? The only thing that matters is you and me now" Four spoke as his eyes flicked towards me and his already burning bacon.

There was no turning back now. The End.

Maybe he still believed that if he lowered himself enough, I'd forgive him—just like I had, again and again, across three lifetimes. But this time, he was wrong. I looked at him and said clearly, "There's nothing left to say between us. It's over. The man I'm marrying is Jace." I had given him three chances—three lives. And each time, he had used that love to destroy me. Even to kill me. This time, I only wanted peace. I only wanted Jace. Something in my certainty seemed to break Lance. He lowered his head, shoulders trembling like a scolded child.

Together. Always together. **THE END**

Two. Three. Then Everything cut to black.

I expected to hear my neck crack as it hit the hard ground, but strong arms caught my fall and pressed me close to a warm body. My heart began to beat faster. “What is your name?” my eyes darted to another man approaching us, all having the same face, and I shuddered at how identical they were. Sweet goddess, quadruplets?! How was anyone supposed to tell four of them apart?! They smiled at once, and then one said, “No one ever does.” I squeaked, clamping a hand over my mouth. There was no doubt about the fact that I was mute. Words weren’t coming out from my mouth now, so how were they reading my thoughts?