Big Time Rush Til Forget About You Novels & Stories

The room buzzed with whispers. Tania was as cool as ice. She pulled out her divorce papers from Samuel. "Mr. Ferguson and I have split up. About me tricking Mr. Ferguson out of his money..." Tania just smiled and did not say more. Just yesterday, the super-rich Russell family had said Tania would start running parts of their business. Any piece of that business was worth more than all of the Ferguson family's wealth. "To tell you the truth, I barely remember the presents Mr. Ferguson used to give me. It's funny that he kept all the receipts and even made a video to show everyone," Tania said, sounding a bit sorry, "I apologize for wasting everyone's time with this."

Ruby groans, “Not fair. Rocky and I are an item and yet he has a problem with you showing tits on stage but if you do it then you get less money.” I pause to think about it, and she's right, it makes no sense but then again nothing makes sense, not me, not her situationship, nothing. Alison leans closer to the mirror to check her lipstick, Peering her lips repeatedly. “I'm off to room six, Tatar.” she blows kisses, her four inch heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she exits. “I just don't get it,” Ruby huffs. “The crowd loves me, but I don't get private rooms.”

I smiled to myself, shaking my head, and then noticed her phone lying on the table. "Ugh, this girl," I muttered, picking it up. Just as I stood, I remembered something else. "Oh! I forgot to remind her to come home with me in the evening." Without thinking, I grabbed my strawberry smoothie and hurried after her, weaving through the hallway toward Tower One, hoping I could catch her before she disappeared again.

As the Russo family gathered together, Ciara couldn't resist glancing back toward Lana with a playful grin. Lana simply shook her head, smiling to herself, still completely unaware of what Ciara was implying. When they finished, Ciara clapped her hands. “One more, with both families.” Alessandro laughed. “I like that idea.” Emilio nodded. Within moments, the Vitale and Russo families stood together beneath the academy’s stone archway. The photographer raised his camera. "Everyone look this way." Smiles filled the frame as the shutter clicked. No one knew they had just captured one of the last peaceful moments they would ever share together.

For reasons she couldn't explain, the night air suddenly felt unbearably suffocating. Her memories were dragged back to the stormy night several months ago outside the gates of this very house. Beneath the merciless downpour, she remembered Charlie—the man who had once been so arrogant and had cast her aside without the slightest mercy—standing there, trembling in a rain-soaked shirt while clutching a thick brown envelope containing every last penny of his remaining fortune, all for Leo's future. He had willingly endured the raging storm, coughing up blood onto the freezing pavement, simply to prove the depth of a remorse he had never been able to express in words.