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(How have you been, dear? I swallow the lump in my throat and reply, "Bien." (Fine.) "Bueno, pareces cansada. Por qué no vas a tu habitación y duermes?" Papa smiles at me, obviously fake and sarcastic. (Well, you look tired. Why don't you head up to your room and sleep?) My room? I thought they made it into a guest room. What the fuck is happening? Why is he smiling like this? Something doesn't feel right.

Alex's low voice pulled me back from my thoughts when he said, "Hurry up. There's a surprise waiting for you!" At that moment, those feelings that made me feel lost disappeared as a strong determined thought came to mind—I wanted to see him! Wasn't it depressing to have to set up such a sad ending for yourself? I nodded with a light smile as Alex drove me to the hotel Nicholas had booked. Immediately, a butler came up to greet me. I had heard Pete boast about the hotel before. He had claimed it was opened by one of his friends, and it was an invitation-only hotel where each guest would be able to experience special VIP treatment.

I wanted to whisper a some few words of gratitude to him, but I knew that my father's acute ears would not miss the words and he would not approve. Chilly gusts of wind swept across the landscape and I was surprised to know that we had crossed into the city of Ackenshire and were at one of his private hotels which were once opened to the public before being snatched from their owners. The hotel's name actually translated to Sinful Paradise, it was a haven for the rich and famous, for shady politicians who wished to keep their after dark affairs arcane. This was a paradise for sinners, I hope the night will expire without me adding to the list of sinners. The Devil and my mother walked hand i

She quietly sat beside the big stone and watched the scenery in front of her. “This is amazing, a paradise. I have lived in the City of Bloom my whole life, but I never once thought that there was a paradise here. I wonder if I can go back here once I leave,” she murmured to herself. She sighed as she thought of ways on how she should live her life right now. She just hopes that a miracle will come and give her back her old life, or maybe she can start a new life with what her father left for her. She stayed a little longer, and it was starting to get dark already when she heard someone calling her. She stood up and looked around and saw something from the other side of the lake.

What she thought would be the worst mistake of her life,hell for her was actually paradise. . *********

It didn't take long before we had several papers laid out in front of us and two wristbands. We listened as the concierge explained the deals, and Ryan paid while I scanned the excursion options—paddle boarding, horse back riding, snorkeling, parasailing, bungee jumping, zip-lining, cave canoeing, and the list went on. I wasn't sure how Ryan and I would ever decide. I was lost in thought when we both thanked the man, and Ryan and I gathered our papers before heading off to our day bed on the beach. "That was great, baby, way to sell it," Ryan chuckled.

Chapter 4: Trisha’s P.O.V: Paradise International was one of the largest hotels in the USA, though the world has changed considerably, this hotel has been standing here for the last four hundred years. The architecture was so brilliant that it still attracted thousands of tourists every year that simply came to adore it, even though they didn’t have the money to stay here. The beautifully curved archways, the statues of angels and Greek Goddesses and the hundreds of fountains both inside and outside the Hotel made it a tourist hotspot. The manager had finally taken pity on the poor travelers and now there were three sessions a day where a hundred tourists and architects were give a tour of t

In the middle of the paradise that our God has given you, you could be easily tempted by such storms. Ericka's conscience is eating away at her because she is surrounded by a lot of temptations and opinions that she has already buried in her stomach. The blow of the turbulent windstorms that strike the stainless steel protecting the passenger bus loaded in the enormous passenger ship across the ocean separating the regions of the island she hopes to give her paradise allows her to let them out. Ericka is currently trying to figure out why she continues to live in this small, meaningless world that she has thought of as her paradise since she was a young child.

"That's three nights at the Paradise House. I'm taking you away for a long weekend." Jessi scanned the brochure beneath the first page. The images showed a yellow Victorian two-story mansion surrounded by tropical gardens. She gasped. "Judd, this is too much." He just smiled at her. "It's your birthday, Angel." The next page was a reservation for two at a place called The Castle. Brow furrowed, Jessi read the message.

The basement floor of the casino was brightly lit, with sections for high-stakes gambling, wine tasting, and late-night dining, all cleverly separated by spending categories. The place buzzed with excitement, luxurious yet not chaotic, showcasing the venue's unique charm. Chloe sat with Cynthia in an opulent private room, holding a drink in her hand. Cynthia was already showing signs of being tipsy. When Chloe first stood at the entrance of Paradiso, she realized that the "secret spot" Cynthia had mentioned was anything but ordinary. She wanted to leave immediately, but seeing Eamonn holding Cynthia close with a protective, almost theatrical tenderness, she found herself unable to walk away.