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"Oh, I have got some very big news. You are so going to piss your pants." "I would rather not," I say, looking at her a bit confused. Not many things would send Angela into a frenzy like this, and it definitely takes something special to have her all flustered on top. "Come on then, tell me." "You know how we talked about trying to get a big name for the season finale, right? Well, I got you not just one, but two top names willing to do this," she says, looking like she almost can't contain it. "Real A-listers."

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

She boarded the bus and headed home. Inside her room, she called her mum, Mrs Anderson and broke down immediately. "Sweetheart, what happened?" Mrs Anderson asked with concern. "I messed up," Angela said sobbing. "I got a great opportunity and allowed my anger to get the better part of me. Now I am going to lose it," Angela cried.

Claire turned and looked at Arsen, who had been staring at her intently the whole time. “Because after that, they will improve themselves, just as those red leaves will fall, replaced by a new, more mature and stronger spirit,” Claire continued with a faint smile on her lips. Arsen was stunned by her words. He immediately recalled how his father had treated him all this time, causing his eyes to well up with tears without him realizing it. “Believe me, no matter how great a person’s mistakes may be, they will change for the better with God’s intervention. Life is beautiful if we view it with an open and objective mind,” Claire continued, causing a single tear to roll down Arsen’s cheek uncon

"I'm sorry, Callum called me and I just had a hard time keeping up with two different conversations going on at once." "Oh… okay." I said, not fully convinced by her reasoning. "Well, in that case, let me go so I can see what he needs. Probably just some last minute planning. I'll contact you again when the details are finalized!" Before I could respond, the line went dead. I shook my head to try and get my thoughts together. Why did Angela start getting weird the second I mentioned Bianca living with us? Did something happen? Did she not like her or was it because of something else?

Angela said to herself as she stood up. Being Daniel’s mother came in third for Angela. It was her obsession that was first and then her desire to ruin Kiana came in second. She had spent the last two years trying to plot and ruin everything for Kiana and her mother including bribing doctors so that they give the wrong dosage amounts to her mother. Kiana was oblivious to this and the thought put a smile on Angela’s face. She clenched her teeth as she watched the feed that had been sent to her. “What the hell?” Angela screamed as she threw the laptop against the wall.

the reporter said, “but they have stated that no further comments will be given.” Angela’s trembling turned to fury. She threw a tissue box across the room, breathing unevenly. “He thinks he’s won. He thinks he can bury me alive with his words.” Her publicist tried to calm her, whispering that maybe they should take a break, but Angela’s rage only deepened. “He’s not done yet,” she hissed. “He wants me to break — but I’ll show him what real destruction looks like.” Back at Blackwood Tower, Luna watched the broadcast fade to black.

She didn’t know who I was. I wasn’t just a Beta’s wife. I was a mother. And I had nothing left to lose. ***************" AUTHOR'S NOTE Seeing her daughter's condition… what do you think Angela will do next? One thing's for sure she’s not the type to sit back and watch someone destroy what she loves. I want to hear your thoughts! What do you think her next move should be? Drop your suggestions in the comments 💬 And don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe for the next twist 👀🔥

I interrupted, trying to get Jonathan to leave so I could speak with Angelo alone. Though he looked reluctant to go, he nodded. "See you later." I waited for the door to close behind him before I finally turned on Angelo. "What the hell was that? Why didn't you tell me about your freaking plan!" "I knew you would try to talk me out of it." He sat on the edge of the desk, looking up with a small, earnest smile. "You deserve this, Annika. More than this. I'm only trying to make up for the years I mistreated you." He took my hand in his and placed a soft kiss on the back. "Please, give me the chance to make it up to you."

God, I hope it's Enya. "No, it's nothing of the kind! I never tried to harm you or make you feel that I would like to see you sleep with your sister. Maybe I was wrong in trying to make her into someone she's not. I just thought it would be great to see you two together. And yes, even though I love you like my own child, I know you're not. Maybe that's why I thought it could work. I apologise; I just wanted the best for you," Angela whines, wiping away her non-existent tears. She doesn't know how to cry; I've only seen her on the verge of tears when she didn't get the stupid bag she wanted.