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VALERIE I stood by the window, watching the faint gray light of dawn creep across the skyline. The city outside looked calm—too calm. It was the kind of silence that follows chaos, the kind that doesn’t bring peace but tightens the air until you can barely breathe. Behind me, the apartment reeked of tension—sweat, gun oil, and the metallic stench of stolen money. Bundles of cash lay scattered across the table like evidence waiting to damn us all. Alexander’s men whispered in anxious clusters, voices sharp, fragmented, desperate to find sense in the storm they’d created.

“BRING BARBIE OUT FIRST!! !” The man hissed in pain. And then— BANG! A gunshot tore through the greenhouse. Matthew’s heart slammed violently against his ribs. “What the fuck?!” He hadn’t even finished dealing with this disaster and now there was another problem emerging What kind of bullshit is this now?

--- Her gaze moved faster now. Scanning page after page. Looking for something familiar. A name. A date. A phrase she recognized. But there was nothing. Just codes. Endless codes. Like he had hidden everything on purpose. Like he knew— Someone else might read it. --- Her chest tightened slightly. Frustration rising. Sharp. Unwelcome. Because she hated this. Hated not knowing. Hated the gaps. Hated the way everyone else seemed so sure— While she stood in the middle of it all, unable to even trust her own memories.

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

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"Yes. When the mafia had treated her like shit enough and she finally made up her mind to leave him." I laughed loudly with no mirth, till my eyes watered. I laughed at the accuracy of these stories and my life right now. The only difference is, if I decided to leave there is nobody coming to beg me. But I fit the Italian scenario perfectly. Luka was Italian, My name is Bella and i'm not sure what a toxic relationship is, but I don't think what we have is healthy either "Does she accept going back to the bad boy in the end?" I don't know why I ask, but maybe I'm searching for a happy ending even in them. Something that is abrupt or quick, one that has their love prevailing at all costs.

"And mine trusted yours." He reached for Ariana's hand. Their fingers locked together. Neither of them wanted to let go. Nick read the next line. "If one day darkness surrounds you both, remember this..." He paused. Ariana looked at him. "What does it say?" Nick swallowed. "Never fight alone." Ariana smiled through her tears. "I guess we've been following his advice." Nick nodded. "Without even knowing it." Hayes suddenly fired his pistol. The loud gunshot echoed across the clearing. The bullet struck the ground only inches from Nick's feet. "Enough reading."

When I got the drink and snacks, “Good job,” he said suddenly and looked back at what he was reading. You know, I want to say thank you but I was silenced for a while in my seat while holding the food he gave me. This is what's confusing about this badboy. Later he’s a baboon, later an assh*le, then later on, often you don't expect, a human. It's good that he thought of buying me a drink because I'm really thirsty. I looked like I ran a marathon.

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."

Shawn said, trying to wake Adam up. Instead of waking up, Adam laughed. Next, he patted Shawn's cheek instead. "Out all of the people, Shawn, I never thought you would be the most innocent," Adam said, and when he saw Shawn's expression harden, Adam quickly added, "Not this way. I told someone to sabotage my father's room and record his lewd actions with that bitch! And...." Adam spread his arms, looked up, and laughed as he said, "I'm going to spread it all over the world."