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"That's my girl." Sarah ruffled her hair and she giggled. ****** "Tyler." Patricia shouted loudly. "We are going to missed our flight if you don't get here now." She added. "What?" She asked her husband who pouted his lips like a child. "Should we really go back to America now." He asked. "Yes!" She snapped. "Come on." Richard whined. "Why didn't you want to go back to America, don't you miss your mother?"

What have I got myself into? Indeed I`m not responsible and mature, I should have listened. I wish I had never wanted the key, I wish I could return it back. But that will never happen because it`s too late, I can`t undo what`s already done. As days went by, my Last- born brother came back from overseas, unannounced. At least, unlike others, he cared to ask about my dream.

That creeps me out. I swear the hair at the back of my neck erects. Confused and completely terrified! I spin the photograph and at the back is written, "5!" ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat

"I'd rather you fall for me willingly. I'm not going to make you. See me for who I am and love me for that but not for who I try to be to get you to fall." "Alright then." "And until then, Are you going to leave..." "Until then, we go back to the good old days. The sixties." He interjected. "Sixties?" "We're going to go with the flow, Tiny." "Tiny. Been a while since I heard you call me that." She smiled. "Mmm. Someone noticed. It means you secretly loved to be called that." "No way. Who likes to be belittled." "Go on! Deny it."

Not only did I survive the Arctic’s bitter cold for three months, but I gained five pounds as well. Color returned to my pasty face. The hair I lost in clumps due to anxiety had grown back with a vengeance. Tyler observed the data I had compiled and patted my shoulder emotionally. “Naomi, you’re meant to work in this field. I see the light in your eyes again.” I stared at the spectacular northern lights outside the window and smiled. That was right. I felt alive again. One evening on a weekend, I checked the time difference and FaceTimed my parents.

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha

I stared at him in shock as tears instantly blurred my vision; I had been reborn, and I had gone back to the year when fate had taken a turn. In my past life, I had passed up on the acceptance letter to study abroad for Ethan. I gave up on my dreams, my medical career, and my entire life. I once thought staying by his side was happiness. But that happiness was nothing more than a cage disguised as tenderness. Choking back sobs, I said in a trembling voice, "I'm not giving up on it, Mr. Moore… I want to go to Verenza." George was stunned, then broke into a relieved smile. "Really? That's wonderful news! Now this is the Elara I know!"

SIX YEARS LATER Zara had only agreed to her mother's words because her son was constantly asking about his father. She did not want to be one of those moms who wanted to protect their sanity by all means and then they go ahead and lie about the father and everything comes crashing down years later.

"It seems that sentence suits you. Don't you like to cause trouble and deceive people?" Nadine laughed again, not looking offended at all by Adrian's words. "You're right. I'll try to get the resort back in less than three years." This time Adrian wanted to look at Nadine. "You have to keep your word." Nadine nodded and pulled out her little finger. "Pinky promised. I promise to help Adrian get his resort back." Adrian smirked at Nadine's childish promise. "Oh yes.... One more." Adrian looked back at Nadine, who was looking far ahead arranging the words that would come out of her mouth.