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“I would like to see Charity’s face when you hand that check over. Will you be bringing it to her new pack? Or is she coming here?” “I’m going to have her meet me in Seattle. I’m going to need that two-hour drive. To think and gather some strength to come face to face with her. She won’t take this well. But she’ll just need to get over it. I’m afraid she might retaliate and she’s like a fucking viper when she’s pissed off. I don’t know why I ever thought I loved her. She’s a freaking witch from hell. It has always been that way. Sure, she’s all lovey-dovey when she wants something. But when she doesn’t get what she wants, all hell breaks loose. I have just learned over the years not to fight

I glanced at Charity, the only person who understood what I meant. "Alright. I still have business." Charity stood up. "I have to go, but let me know if there's anything I can help with." She looked at me seriously. "Thank you, Charity." I let her kiss my cheeks, then escorted her until she entered her car. I couldn't believe she would be that nice to me. Taking down all the bad news from the internet wasn't cheap, liked Faye had said. I never gave or did anything to deserve this honor. We were just casual friends.

But nobody was perfect. And Florida? She was even messier. I pulled up articles about her charity events, her “perfect girlfriend and mother” image, and her social media interviews where she talked about family and morals. I scoffed. If only people knew the real her. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I took notes. Charity fraud allegations from three years ago. Dismissed. A former assistant who quit suddenly and never spoke publicly again. Rumors of anger issues behind closed doors. I clicked on another link.

I couldn't look away. "This is my sister, Elara. Just graduated from Johns Hopkins Med," Leo said, proud. "A damn genius. Got her M.D. at 24." She gave me a shy nod. "Mr. Volkov." Her voice was soft, like a feather brushing against my soul. I knew right then and there, I was fucked. Later, I found out she’d turned down a fellowship at Johns Hopkins to stay in Chicago. The best medical institution in the world. She threw away her future for me.

His voice was different now, the racing damage to his vocal cords that had required surgery, the slight huskiness that was new and beloved. "I choose to continue," Arthie replied. The smile that was still new enough to be noticed, still precious enough to be cherished, appeared as he spoke. "The management, the modified racing, the presence, the—" The smile became laughter, the expression that was expansion. "The us. The three-way. The permanent."

I don't even have the money to get this car repaired- "I take it you're Pete's new do-gooder charity case and will be living in his apartment," Flinn interrupted curtly, wiggling his wrist to look at his watch. He appeared to want to get on with his day. As if he had more important things to do than sit front row to my breakdown. I hated him. So much that it stung. "I'm not anyone's charity." "Don't knock it till you try it. Becoming a stripper named Charity may be the answer to all your financial problems."

Cookie quickly typed back as fast as she could. Cookie> and who's gonna flog me? Charity> I would have loved to if I was there with you right now. Cookie> (*laughing sticker) well I'm happy you ain't. Charity> yeah. Thank your lucky stars that I ain't there to whoop your ass. Cookie> kikiki.. I'm thanking them already, but seriously babe, I'm sorry. Charity> apology accepted but next time you leave us hanging like that, I would make sure I come over even if it means magically flying there.

There's no way we were gonna play a game and get nothing in return. I'd prefer that they do it again this year, I won't be playing, Mr. Roswell is gonna go for a vacation the week of the fundraiser so, I would gladly miss the damn fundraiser. " Well, I suppose we could just do that then?" Just when I was basking in the euphoria of going on a man's vacation with Mr. Roswell. Tory raised her hand, smirking as she looked at me. What the hell is she up to? " Sir, I have a MUCH better idea" she said as she clasped her hands and smiled sweetly... That's a bad sign Nate, she's up to no good.

My wolf whined but I ignored her. “I don’t care about that anymore.” Charity got up from my bed. “Look, f**k Micheal and that alpha mate of yours,” My eyes widened at her words, Charity never swore. “Do you really want to spend all your time in your room because two stupid men don’t see how amazing you are?” She walked up to me and took my hands in hers. “Don’t let them take your life from you, you deserve better than those assholes.” No way was I going to let myself waste in my room because of a guy. I’m Megan Good Love, and even if my love life didn’t reflect my name, I never let anything get to me. It was time to end the pity party and get back to living my life.

"Shut up, Psycho! I have ignored your antics for days, but this is too much. You have been playing a fool for days, and you need to stop. I will never date someone as crazy as you are. Even if you were the last person on Earth, I wouldn't do it, so stop your nonsense and get a life!" Dylan's words cut through Charity like a knife. It was as if the moment he said that, she woke up. It felt as if she had been in a slumber for a long while and only awoke when she heard him say such harsh words to her. "What am I doing? What's wrong with me? Why am I throwing myself at a guy? What the hell? Am I under a spell or something?" "Charity!" Charity looked back and saw Kira walking furiously toward her