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Not my intention. Bella stared at the message, her heart doing something complicated in her chest. She should respond immediately, brush it off, make it nothing. She typed: You didn't. All good. Then deleted it. Too casual. No need to apologize. Everything's fine. Delete. Too formal. Her phone buzzed again. Devon: You don't have to respond. Just wanted you to know. Another buzz. Devon: Also Marcus wants the protein powder with the blue label, not the green one. He's very

I placed one hand around her waist while the other slowly slid up to the corner of her breast. “I could equally do something for you in return,” I whispered into her ear. My hand was over the top of her shirt, resting around the center of her nipple which had evidently gotten hard. “I-i…I’m not…the owner of ‘Shush-talkz’...sir.” She stammered through the ecstasy my touch was providing. “What?” I stepped away from her with immediate alacrity. “What do you mean you are not the owner of ‘Shush-talkz’?”

Unable to bear the blow, I jumped from the rooftop, while Bella gained tens of millions of followers and began livestream selling, earning more money than she could count. Even after death, my resentment refused to fade, and my soul lingered for a long time. One month after my death, Felix moved into Bella’s luxury apartment, and the two of them began dating. Only then did I realize that Bella had been Felix’s childhood crush. And she had never suffered from menstrual cramps at all. She had simply worked with Felix to stage the entire scene to boost the popularity of her livestream.

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“Have you been in contact with this woman?” I eye him and his fellow officer, before looking down at the picture. And even though my stomach drops, I give little to no reaction. It’s Bella. “I’m not answering any of your questions without my lawyers.” He snatches the picture away. “Right. But you should know, Mr. Knight, that I came here directly out of respect for you. You have less than twenty-four hours to report to the station. If not I will seek out an arrest warrant and this will be an ugly experience for you.”

"Pasensiya na, Mother, pero gusto ko na talagang matulog. Napagod ako sa biglaang pagrampa. Pakiramdam ko naubos ang energy ko." Tiningnan siya ng masama ng bakla. Hindi naniniwala sa kanyang rason. "Ang totoo po niyan hahanapan ko ng buyer ang aking condo. Susubukan ko sa social media baka naman may interesado," bawi niya sa naunang nasabi na may kasamang ngisi. Mabuti na lang at tinigilan na siya ng baklang manager at hinayaan ng umuwi.

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