Romans & histoires Bridget Jones: The Edge Of Reason Pdf

Alex’s eyes flicked to hers, questioning, but he said nothing. In the marble guest bathroom, Bridget locked the door and leaned against the sink. Cold water stung her face. She stared at the flushed girl in the mirror, her lips still swollen from earlier, eyes wide with the same reckless hunger that had started all of this. *What am I becoming?* One text to Jake could end everything. Her father’s company. His friendship with Alex. Her fingers shook as she typed: *Don’t. I’ll be there.* She deleted the message instantly, heart slamming. Then she splashed her face again, fixed her lipstick, and walked back out like nothing was wrong.

Poor Gina got a cut on her cheek but she still didn’t let go and Jay and Luke had to come to help restrain her. I simply watched her, a full feeling in my chest, my anxiety gone, and a realization that I didn’t really have to explain myself to anyone. I loved Mr. Wright and that was all that mattered. And honestly, there was no way that this wouldn’t have gone south. If Nathan and I had told her before the video or even told her that we were sleeping together, Bridget would have acted out the same way. “Let go of me! Now! How fucking dare she! Ahhh! I hope that baby that you are carrying for my dad fucking dies!”

They tried every soft and hard tactic they could think of. "You don't know how pitiful Aiden is. He eats only plain bread for meals. He takes the bus to and from school. His clothes stink, and no one washes them." "Your father-in-law is even worse. Some days no one changes his diaper, and bedsores are breaking out under him. He screams in pain every day." Aunt Diane spoke while wiping away tears. Aunt Marsha pressed the advantage. "I know you're the kindest. Vanessa was just stupid. She had a perfectly good husband at home, but she was bewitched by a wild man. But the child and the old man are innocent, aren't they?"

Why did I even invest so much into this company? When I reached home, I unlocked the door with my personal key and stepped inside. In the dim glow of the living room lamp, I spot Elena—fast asleep on the couch. My chest tightened at the sight of her. Slowly, I grab a nearby blanket and drapes it over her. “There’s no amount of money that would make me sell you off to anyone.” I whispered before leaning in to kiss her forehead. I checked up on Jordan and Sophia. They were already tucked into bed, their soft breaths filling the quiet room. Elena had always been good at taking care of her siblings so I wasn’t surprised when I saw that she had them tucked in already. I walked into the dining roo

Somewhere out there Marco was planning his move and somewhere out there was someone I trusted who was betraying me and somewhere out there were answers about my family that Tobin had hidden in his safe. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass and closed my eyes and tried to find some strength inside myself that I did not know I had. Tobin believed I could do this. He believed I was strong enough to take over his empire and survive against people like Marco who had decades more experience than me. I had to believe it too or I was already dead. I turned away from the window and walked toward the door with my jaw set and my hands no longer shaking. Miranda was waiting outside and when I op