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Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

she said, teasing me. My dick immediately went to full attention. That was nearly a week sooner than we’d been waiting on. Thank fuck for small favors. I sucked her neck hard, certainly leaving my mark. She kept on with cooking, as if she was unbothered but I knew she was wet for me. “You’ll need to go in tomorrow. The weather is supposed to be perfect and I’m going to take Louie to the park. Juliet turned me on to an audiobook I want to listen to,” she said, and I knew what that meant.

The air hung thick with expectation in the grand chamber of the New York Hilton. Sun rays filtered through the building's glass Windows, cast a dappled pattern on the polished floor where a mass of neatly dressed men and women buzzed with energy. Julie Garfield in her well ironed panty suit, a stark discrepancy to the muted tones of the cityscape outside, navigated the mass with a small leather bound tablet gripped in her hand. The air vibrated with the electric hum of ambition, the true substance of the city she had left behind years ago.

It was a mystery to him how easily his mother told him to go ahead with his business planning when Juliette was always against whatever steps he took and his life choices. Who was he lying anyway? To himself! He was here to meet the James Heiress, but he hadn't seen her in the last three years. That Milena or Elias had to be in this city. He was sure about that and even sent his PI to find out what happened to that girl when she landed in Seattle three years ago, but strangely, they didn't find anything about her or even that attack. Hundreds of people were present at that time in the airport. How did the media know anything about that? What kind of backup does that girl have, honestly? "But

Dylan said desperately to Max who was looking at him blankly. "I am not stopping you Dylan. Go ahead but you wouldn't be able to find her."Dylan looked at him confused. " What do you mean." Max chuckled and threw an envelope on Dylan's face. "This. This is 3 million. Luna had saved this money for the repayment of debt but as you being the most heartless person and offered her that disgusting offer. She accepted but she only wanted the debt money which was 7 million not 10 million that's why she had repaid the money. Here take it."

“Madam Garrett wanted you to know that lunch will be served exactly at one. She would like to use this opportunity to introduce you to the family, so please don’t be late.” Juliette nodded, still a little dazed. “Of course. I won’t be.” The man bowed once more before quietly retreating, leaving her alone with the silence—and the room. The door clicked shut behind him, and only then did she let out the breath she’d been holding. Slowly, she turned in a full circle, taking everything in. The high ceiling. The soft glow of sunlight spilling through the tall windows. The bed that looked more like something out of a luxury hotel than a bedroom meant for actual sleeping.

… Ann slumped onto the couch with a tired sigh, dumping the shopping bags beside and immediately began to get rid of her heels. “Ann, you're back early.” Ann looked up from her shoes and flashed Juliet a small smile, straightening up. “I finished shopping early and Selene released me early so I could rest.” Juliet nodded eagerly, her lips stretched over her lips. Ann raised a questioning brow at her, “What got you in a good mood, Juliet?” “Mr. Lucas called,” Juliet squeaked. The smile on Ann's face dissolved, her brows drawn together into a frown. “And what did he say?”

Allen whom I had known his name from Juliet and had stared at me a lot, not shaken by his father’s statement took a sip of his drink. Juliet said in a soft voice I had never witnessed her use before not even when she wanted things from Margaret. “Is he single?” Margaret grinned at her, to Mr.Ian she playfully added. “Juliet is still in College. She had two more years and then she is done. Currently, she is majoring in accounting.”

The floor-to-ceiling windows behind Frey Johnson bathed the room in a bleak kind of light, the kind that exposed everything, everything except what he was thinking. Across the desk, he sat like a statue carved out of entitlement; dark suit, crisp, silver cufflinks gleaming under the faint glow of the desk lamp. The view behind him was breath-taking, but all I could focus on was his unreadable face, sculpted and sharp like a blade that hadn't yet cut me… but might. “You’ve had time to think about it,” he said, voice smooth and slow “Have you come to a decision?” I glanced down at the paper work in front of me. A five year marriage, no children, and no interference in his private life in excha

she whispered to Joel," who responded with a sigh. The living room in the Montana mansion was filled with all the luxuries from different countries. Joel, who was a lover of good things, made an exception this time. He couldn't bring himself to admire anything. The wait was just a perpetual hell, increasing his apprehension. At long last, footsteps were heard up the stairs, descending. Joel looks up, with his gaze meeting that of Mr. Pierre Montana's fearful one, with his wife by his side whose facial expression was quite a contrast to his. He lowers his head in a flinch. "Dad, Mum, meet Joel, my boyfriend," Estelle retorts excitedly. Joel extends his hand to meet Mr. Montana but the latter